Chapter Forty-Seven
Halley
Blaise sits back on his heels, and shoots me a wide grin. The sun glints off his bared white teeth, betraying a flash of savagery.
I hold my breath as I see him undo his pants and slide them down to his knees.
His cock bobs free, and I squeak.
I should’ve known Blaze would be packing a surprise.
“Oh my…”
If he were a Beta, he’d have piercings and tattoos everywhere, but because of his enhanced healing, he’s resorted to more… extreme measures of body modification.
Horizontal lines of thick white scars trail up both sides of his cock, creating a ribbed effect.
Frack, he’s not right in the head, but I think I’m a little broken too, because it’s turning me on. I lick my lips, my mouth flooding with saliva.
I want to taste him. Feel him on my tongue, trace each raised scar and ridge until I know them individually from touch alone. I want to hear the noises he’ll make when I suck him into my mouth. I bet he’s chatty, babbling every crazy thought that enters his mind. I can’t wait.
"Turn over and present for your Alpha."
Blinking up at him, I pout, shaking my head defiantly. “Nuh-uh!”
I want to taste him, so that's what I'm going to do.
His eyes, pale and luminous, glow with a feverish lust, adding a dangerous predatory edge to his expression, and his wolfish grin widens.
"Shade was right, you are a brat. You’re fresh outta luck though, sweetheart, ‘cause I'm a bigger brat and I get what I want."
In a flash, he flips me onto my belly, an arm banding underneath my hips and pulling my ass up. My pants are torn down my thighs and I feel the cool air hit my wet pussy.
Oh, frack. This is happening fast. Really, fracking fast.
I wriggle to get free, but his grip is firm. I can't move. I'm trapped and I love it.
“Remember your safe word?”
I squeak and nod, loose strands of my hair falling around my face. “Yes, yes! I remember.”
“Good. You’re gonna need it. Now stay there and be a good Omega, and I'll let you have my cock."
I moan, because yes, that's exactly what I want.
I’ve been craving him since the day we met. I’ve held off on touching him, fucking him, for the last few weeks. Unsure of where our fractured relationship stood, but now I’m sure, and I want him in every way possible.
His fingers are instantly on my pussy, running through my folds, circling my clit, spreading my wetness.
He’s become an expert, learning exactly what makes me come apart in record time with the sort of hyper-focused obsession that should alarm me.
When it comes to Blaze, my internal warning system is broken.
I push my hips back, wanting to feel the stretch of his cock, needing to be filled. Now that I’ve made up my mind about our future together, I can’t wait any longer to strengthen our bond. I want to have his voice in my head again. I need to feel that golden thread between us shine.
He chuckles, and I feel the loss of his heat as he shifts backwards.
A hot wetness splats at the top of my ass, and I yelp.
"Did... did you just spit on me?"
He doesn't reply. Instead, he runs his thumb through the glob, and massages it down, down, down.
I freeze, holding my breath as he circles my back hole, spreading his spit over the pucker.
"B — Blaise?" I ask in alarm, my voice high and tight. Viper has touched me there, but... not like this. Not with such intention.
This feels questing, like a soldier performing a recon mission for a full-frontal assault.
“Blaise isn’t here right now, sweetheart. Still want to play?”
Oh…oh!
I’m not about to have sex with my cheeky, fun Alpha… I’ll be tangling with Blaze, the assassin.
Before I can answer, he pushes the tip of his thumb inside and I clench down on it, my body trying to expel the unexpected intruder.
“Ah!” I choke on my strangled gasp.
A swell of fear ignites in my belly. Sex with the dark avenging Blaze won’t be sweet or playful.
I spent countless hours fantasizing about my first time with each of my Pack mates.
I imagined my first time with Blaise would involve the two of us giggling and goofing around like we used to, maybe after he played one of his little tricks on me.
He’d get that cheeky look on his face right before he did something naughty, and I’d happily get swept up in his enthusiasm.
This is going to be something else.
He holds still, feeling my hole flutter around his thumb, his intense gaze burning into the back of my head.
It’s a test.
He’s waiting for me to throw him off, to shout at him and prove that I didn’t mean my earlier words.
Can I handle Blaze? Can I really love all of him?
His thumb moves slightly, and a tingle of warmth creeps up my spine, making my head spin.
Yes. I want this.
He’ll respect the safe word. I know he will, and that’s what gives me courage.
"I want this, but… I’ve never…”
A puff of air brushes over my exposed ass from an exhale. Had he been nervous I’d deny him? That I’d turn him away at the first hint of defiance and refuse to accept him as my mate? Not likely. This Alpha is stuck with me, even if he is, literally, a pain in my ass.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me this tight little hole is untouched.”
I feel my face flush. Frack, what a filthy thing to say. I smother my shame and answer. “Yes, I’ve never… no one's ever…”
There is a groan and then the sound of him stroking his cock, pumping his length aggressively.
“Such a good girl, keeping your ass just for me.”
Oh, frack. That shouldn't be so hot. His praise makes my heart swell, my pussy throb, and my back hole clench. The scent of my slick joins the sultry air.
“The others got to have you first, but you knew to keep this part of yourself just for me, didn’t you?”
His thumb twists and pushes deeper, spreading the warmth. I close my eyes and hum, barely registering his words as I let the strange sensation wash over me.
“Your name is branded on my body, and after I fuck your little virgin ass, I’ll be branded in you. A part of you will always belong to me, won’t it?"
I'm reminded of the fresh scars above his pubic bone, an arch of letters that declares 'Property of Halley Sparks'.
I clench at the reminder of his permanent declaration of affection. Rut-damn, maybe I’m in over my head.
He pulls back and slaps my ass, making me jump in surprise.
"Answer me," he prompts.
“Yes!” I nod, more hair coming loose and falling around my ears. It blocks out the sunlight and the swaying trees, making it harder to remember he has me on my knees outside where anyone could walk by and see him fucking me in the ass. He has me completely at his mercy and I never saw it coming.
I shouldn’t be surprised. My wild Alpha is anything but predictable.
I guess that's what I love most about Blaze... Blaise... my Alpha. He's an entirely unique soul. Twisted and broken, sure, but he's mine. If he wants this, needs this, I'll give it to him.
"Yes, Blaze. You'll own a part of me."
He releases a deep rumbling sound of possessive satisfaction as his hand rubs over my cheeks, massaging them in his large palm, his fingers digging into my muscles, relaxing me. “Good Omega. Now relax. You'll like this, I promise.”
Will I?
I've never really thought about anal sex. Not even in the deepest throes of my heat have I put toys there. I'm suddenly filled with mortifying shame.
"Blaze, wait. I don't... it's not clean."
My skin heats with a vivid blush. It’s wrong and dirty.
He hums, and I just know without looking that his eyes are crinkled in amusement at my protests.
Frack. Who did I think I was appealing to? This is Blaze. The king of debauchery.
"I ain't ever been afraid of getting dirty, sweetheart,” he says and I can hear the smirk.
He squeezes the soft flesh at my hips, kneading like a cat.
“Besides, I had Shade do a little research. I was curious. Pack Omegas are made to please multiple partners at once, right? So it makes sense that it’s not just your pussy that can take a big Alpha cock.
Can you imagine our surprise to discover that you're self-cleaning and lubricating. Ain't that neat?"
My brain stutters. That cannot be right. I push up, ready to glare at him for lying. “No way, you’re making it up…”
I look over my shoulder, and the words dissolve on my tongue.
There is a flush high on his cheekbones, and his mouth is parted on shallow, hungry breaths. His usual smirk curves over red and spit-slicked lips. And when he meets my eyes, it stretches into something obscene.
Heat sparks in his gaze, dangerous and magnetic, and my pulse trips.
I exhale a shaky breath, my voice barely holding. “…that’s not how my body works.”
“Let’s find out together.”
Blaze pushes between my shoulder blades and I brace my forearms on the dirt and grass.
I snarl in frustration, opening my mouth to protest when I choke.
Without warning, Blaze pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his middle finger. He sinks into the first knuckle, and I yelp at the sensation.
“Ah!”
My clit throbs, and a gush of wetness floods my pussy, running down my leg.
"See, told ya you'd like it. I'm gonna make it so good for you, Omega."
Suddenly, I’m not sure why I’m arguing with him. It does feel good, and it’s heightened by the delicious hint of wrongness.
He adds a second finger, and the sting eases within seconds.
"Y — yeah. Okay… Yes."
It's a different pleasure than what I'm used to, no less intense but stimulating me deeper somehow. My hips twitch and I push back, my body seeking more of the stretch and fullness.
He groans in approval. "Fuck, look at that. You’re so desperate to have your ass filled, aren't you?"
The sound of his fist sliding up and down his cock gets louder.
I moan, nodding my head in a wordless plea for him to continue.
Instead of resuming, he pulls his fingers out.
A blunt pressure is the only warning I get, and before I can say anything, he's pushing his cock in.
"Blaze! Rut. Just wait — "
He chuckles, cutting himself off with a groan that morphs into a growl.