Chapter Forty #2
My lips form a pout. "Let your Omega take care of you."
He starts to shake his head, and I look up at him through my eyelashes. "Please, Alpha?"
His head falls back, hitting the truck with a loud clang and he stares up at the gray clouds swirling above Blackgate Fortress, searching for an answer that isn't there. He scrubs his hands over his face.
It's not an enthusiastic yes, but it's not a no yet, either.
I make quick work of his belt buckle and whip the leather out from the loops of his trousers.
That gets his attention.
He jolts and shoots me that stern frown of authority, the same expression which never fails to get me twisted up between frustration and arousal.
He swipes for the belt, but I hold it out of his reach. In a move I learned from Blaze one night while bored around the campfire, I twist the belt around Knox's wrist and tug it tight.
His breath hitches, and he stills. "What are you doing, Omega?"
I blink at him, waiting for him to break out of the belt loop. He can. With his strength, a mere twitch would render the strap useless.
He doesn't.
So I tie his other hand as well and look up at him sweetly.
"You won't touch me because you think you'll hurt me, right?" I ask, but don't wait for his reply. "Better keep your hands above your head then, Alpha."
He looks at me as if I’ve lost my marbles, but after a moment’s hesitation, he raises his arms above his head as I asked.
I desperately want to tell him 'good boy', but swallow the words. That'd be pushing it too far with Knox. Blaze however...
“Now hold 'em there.”
I don't drop to my knees. I don't have to. Knox is so tall that I only have to bend at the waist. I grab his waistband, unzip his trousers, and pull him out.
He's thick, hard, and the mushroom head is an angry shade of red. It stands at attention, pointing right at me in accusation. Frack, even his dick demands my obedience.
I look back up at Knox. There is tension in his jaw that tells me he's barely controlling his need for control.
I take mercy on us both and press a kiss to his weeping slit.
"Rutting fuck!" he swears, his head banging backwards against the truck again.
Distantly, I hear faint laughter from the Pack.
If the others didn't know what we were doing before, they know now. It only makes it hotter.
His precome tastes strong, like a punch of testosterone right to my taste buds, and I quickly want more. I'm not experienced at blow jobs. I gave one to a Beta during one of my heats at The Omega Division, but heat sex is different to sober sex, and a Prime Alpha cock is very different to a Beta's.
I follow my instincts.
My hand closes around the base of his cock, where the skin is a shade darker and the skin texture is rougher, and squeeze.
His knot.
The moment I touch it, Knox sucks in air through his teeth and it starts to grow, reacting to my touch. Like an echo, my body responds, and an ache builds between my thighs.
Frack, I’m turned on, but this session isn’t about me. It’s all about Knox.
I pump him a few times, watching with fascination, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm nuzzling his cock. I rub my cheeks against it, scenting myself by smearing his precome over my face. It feels right and I can't even stop to question why.
There is a thick, pulsing vein running along the side of his dick, and I trace it with my tongue until I finally come to the tip again.
I glance up, wait for him to meet my heated gaze, and take him into my mouth.
Knox groans.
His eyes turn from burgundy to glowing red and he’s breathing heavily through his nose.
"Ah fuck, ah. Halley, rut-damn. Your mouth feels so good."
I twirl my tongue around him, suck, and his thighs tremble.
"Fuck!"
There is a clang as the belt buckle slams against the truck, Knox reminding himself to keep his hands above his head.
I want them in my hair, controlling me in the way I know he wants to, but that's not what he needs right now. He needs proof that he can be sexual with his Omega without hurting her, and it’s my job to lead him to that realization.
So I close my eyes and set to work.
I learn as I go. Changing tempo and speed. Sucking and licking. Every time he reacts to something I'm doing, I take note.
I bob too deep and his cockhead pops right into my throat. I make a surprised sound, and pull back immediately, shocked to discover I don't gag.
I think it almost breaks Knox, because he’s shaking all over, a sheen of sweat over his upper thighs.
“You’re trying to kill us both, you little maniac.”
I should take mercy on him… Except, now I’m fascinated, and I channel my inner Shade, and experiment.
I push back down, and his cockhead slips into my throat with ease.
Fascinating and confusing.
An Omega's biology is geared towards one thing: breeding. What is the purpose of this? Even if my defective body could get pregnant, this definitely isn’t how it’s done.
I swallow around the intrusion, my throat working him in a tight vise.
This is certainly a neat party trick, and by the sounds Knox is making, he’s a big fan. I guess it makes sense. Afterall, I only have one pussy and four horny mates to please.
A gush of slick ruins my trousers as I imagine getting plugged airtight by my Pack.
The leather of the belt creaks in protest under Knox's grip.
"Oh, Princess. You... I'm in your..." Knox babbles, unable to complete his thoughts as he uses his notorious restraint to keep his body in check.
I forget what the plan is. Why did I restrain him again? I don't want him to hold back.
Frack, I want him to lose control and rut my face.
Knox has a blind spot when it comes to me. He’s never understood how to handle an Omega, and his past failures are haunting him. It’s time he learned that he won't hurt me, even in the throes of pleasure.
So I pull him out of my throat, tighten my hand around his knot, and suckle the head of his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Can't he see how much I want it? How much I need him to take control so I am able to show him how good of an Omega I am?
"Princess, I'm going to... I need to..."
I pull back with a pop, a string of saliva from my lower lip to the tip of his pulsing member.
"Wha — why?" Knox exclaims.
Maintaining eye contact, I straighten and tug his arms down. A flick of my wrist, and the belt falls to the ground between us. I thread his hands through my hair, my brow raised in challenge.
My tongue flicks out as I lap at the precome leaking furiously from his tip.
“Were you saying something before? Something about needing to…” I ask innocently, batting my lashes.
“You’re playing with fire, Omega.”
I push forward slightly, allowing my lips to enclose his crown for a moment, before pulling back.
Knox sucks in air through his bared teeth.
“Mmm, maybe I’m cold and need you to warm me up, Alpha,” I say his designation in a challenging tone.
I twirl my tongue around until I find a curious texture beneath the head. Intrigued, I flick at it and Knox flinches with a moan.
I do it again.
A quiet whimper, a plea, drifted down from above, between ragged breaths. “Please.”
His hands are shaking from restraint. I push them harder against my head. “I won’t break. Take what you need.”
I put him into my mouth and keep him there. I enjoy the weight of his cock as it throbs and throbs against my tongue.
He finally breaks.
It's not gentle. My scalp stings as he pulls on my hair to hold me in place as his cock pummels into my throat.
He moves like a wild animal, all instinct — grunting and snarling.
The power of his thrusts is a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and I have to close my eyes to concentrate on taking what he gives me.
I said I could handle it and I meant it, at the time, but rut-damn, my jaw hurts.
He's so big, and it's awkward to breathe, and I'm making these little glugging sounds that embarrass even my ravenously horny self, and I was wrong, I definitely have a gag reflex.
Frack, he ruts into me the same way he kisses, messy and all consuming, like he’s unleashing months of repressed arousal into me all at once, and it's so, so good.
He spins us, the world twirls, and suddenly I'm caged in. My back presses against the cool exterior of the truck, and all I can see, feel, smell, or taste is Knox.
He releases his tight grip on my hair and an enormous hand clasps my jaw, tilts my head up, so he can see the mess he’s making of me. The other hand grips my bite collar, the one he put around my neck so long ago, and uses it like a harness, a leash, to push and pull me onto his cock.
Tears spring from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, but I don't care because Knox is finally treating me like his Omega.
His.
Not some strange Alpha pretending to be soft while holding himself apart from me.
My Prime Alpha isn’t gentle or sweet. He takes and he controls, and it's perfect.
The sounds we are making are obscene, wet and feral, and my clit pulses in time with his thrusts.
“I warned you, Omega.” He growls. "I told you I couldn't be gentle and now you're going to take everything I give, aren’t you?"
I make a whining sound and try to nod my head, but he has full control and, instead, I spill drool down my chin.
"Messy girl."
This is what I need from my Prime Alpha. He doesn’t have to be anyone but himself with me.
His thrusts become more erratic and his breathing labored. The grip on my collar tightens.
"Ah, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you up, Princess. Swallow it and don't you dare waste a drop."
I let out a whimper in anticipation as his body tenses. He shoves deeper into my throat, blocking my air supply. A fully inflated knot presses against my lips, hot and throbbing and smelling like pure dominant Alpha.
I swallow the first spurt of come, but the second rope is just as thick and I struggle to cope with the amount.
I can't breathe, and I feel like I’m drowning in his seed, but he doesn't pull away even as rope after rope pumps into my mouth. I can’t swallow it all.
My mind goes hazy with lack of oxygen, and I let my inner Omega take over. She purrs in delight, because I've done well. I've pleased my mate. All I can do is swallow and ignore the burning in my lungs. Swallow and swallow.
Black spots float in my eyes, and I reach my limit. I hit at Knox's trembling legs, making urgent sounds so he'll back off, but he doesn't budge, too engrossed in what seems like an endless climax.
Finally, he comes down from his orgasm and pulls out of my mouth.
I wrench my face to the side, coughing and gasping for air, drool and come spilling down my chin and onto my chest. I’m on my hands and knees, but I don’t remember when I fell, the rocks digging into my flesh tethering me to reality.
Knox blinks rapidly, his body trembling all over. His breathing is labored and his eyes wild.
Coming back to himself, he notices me on the ground and horror slips over his features.
"I hurt you." His voice is low and full of guilt.
My voice rasps and is hoarse when I speak. "Yeah, you did. And it felt so good."
I beam up at him.