Chapter Forty-Seven #2
Something gives way and he stills.
"Mmm, there we go, that's it. There’s the head, you took it so well, so easy. You’re made for this, sweetheart. Just relax and let me in. Let me fill you.”
I whine, my breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. It stings. The sensation of him forcing me open is intense.
“Mmm, yes. Push back on me, Omega… Yeah, just like that.”
I expected my body to resist more, but it has welcomed him inside me like it’s natural.
"Being such a good Omega and letting your Alpha take your anal virginity. Your little ass is swallowing my cock so well. You like that, don't you? You like being my sweet anal Omega."
I was right. He’s a talker during sex, like Viper, but unlike my sweet giant, absolute filth drips from Blaze’s lips. His words make my head spin and I find myself agreeing with him. I do like it. I want to be his. His anal Omega. His anything.
"More. Give me more," I plead, clenching my fist in the grass as I force my body to accept him. I'm panting, and the feeling of him opening my ass is driving me insane with need.
My pussy gushes more slick as his hand runs through my pulsing lips, gathering the wetness to coat his length and my ass. He doesn’t need it. I’m slippery within, and I begin to doubt my earlier protests. Maybe my body is made for this kind of intrusion.
The lubrication makes him sink in further. I gape as I feel every inch of him, the glide of his shaft, the veins that throb in time with his heartbeat, and the scars… oh, those rut-damn ridges!
He works his way inside with shallow but insistent thrusts, not giving me a moment to acclimatize before he’s surging deeper.
It's good. So rut-damned good. Except, there's something missing. My pussy clenches down on nothing. I need a cock in there too. I need to be fucked full. Images of the Pack stuffing all of my holes at the same time cause another wave of euphoria to crash into me.
Blaze chuckles as if he knows what I’m thinking. "You think you can take three knots at once baby girl? Maybe we can fit Shade into your ass at the same time as mine too? I think you'll stretch."
Blaze doesn't stop his thrusts until the wiry hairs at the base of his cock press against my ass and I feel the heavy weight of his balls against my pussy.
We're both panting hard.
"That's it. You took my whole cock. Such a good fucking girl. Now, I'm gonna fuck this ass and make it mine. Then, if you take it like a good Omega, I'll give you my knot and pump you full of my come."
I shudder.
Knot.
It's a magic word that makes my body hum with warmth. I need it. I need his knot. It's a biological siren call. I want to be knotted, to be bred. To have his cum fill me until I'm full. I'm insatiable, wanton, desperate, and needy.
Wait... wait. A tiny voice of reason catches my attention.
Knot?
In my ass?
Panic wells and I struggle against his hold.
"That's not... You can't knot my ass, Blaise!"
"You'll take it, Omega. You're made to take my knot, wherever I put it," he chuckles darkly. Yeah, this definitely is not Blaise in charge. It's all Blaze, and he wants to play rough.
"Alpha, I'll break! I can't take a knot there. It's too big!" The panic bursts inside me. He's so big, and my ass is small. He'll break me. I'll split open.
A sharp nip at my shoulder blade makes me yelp. An Alpha chastising his Omega, proving his dominance as though his cock inside my ass wasn’t enough. I go pliant, all my muscles relaxing as I submit immediately.
He laughs again, his voice deeper than usual as his Alpha instincts take control, his fingers digging into the plush flesh at my hips. “You'll stretch, I promise.”
I wish I had his confidence. Instead, I whimper, unable to put up more of a fight. The compulsion to submit to my Alpha is too strong, and the pleasure too much of a lure.
I remind myself of my safe word and hope that if I use it, it won’t be too late. The others aren’t here to stop him if he gets caught up.
“There she is. My obedient little Omega. I'm going to start fucking this pretty ass, and you're going to take it like a good girl and remember, the more noise you make, the more chance someone will come to investigate."
Oh frack, I'd forgotten that we’re out in the open, on the side of a pathway in the grass, rutting like beasts.
No, worse than beasts. What we're doing isn't natural. It's hedonistic.
The danger of it gives me a thrill, but my fear also washes away because I know without a doubt that Blaze will protect me with his life.
I bite my lip to stop the moans that want to burst out of my chest as he starts to thrust. Hard.
All I can do is grip the grass and take it.
"Fuck, Omega, feel so rut-damned good. You should see how it looks, I’ve got you split open."
I can't see, of course, but I can imagine. I can hear the squelch of our combined fluids, my wetness and his spit, as he pumps in and out of me. He's fucking me fast and deep, making sure I take every inch of him on each thrust. My knees scrape across the ground, but I barely notice the pain.
"Touch your clit," he orders.
I don't hesitate. I feel almost feverish with the need to come.
My fingers fly on my throbbing clit. I circle the aching nub, rubbing the slick from my dripping pussy over it, breathy gasps escaping me as my orgasm builds.
I need to come. I'm desperate to reach the peak of pleasure that he's hurtling me towards.
Chasing that high, I give myself what my instincts are craving — a stuffed pussy.
Two fingers fit in with ease, and I clench down when, through the thin membrane, I can feel Blaze's cock tunneling into my ass.
Rutting-frack, that's obscene, but I can't stop imagining Shade getting off on feeling Blaze's cock at the same time as he fucks me. It makes a primal part of me purr with satisfaction. My Pack Beta and Alpha using me together.
My fingers press against the spongy ring where a knot is supposed to lock inside my pussy, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation.
Something presses at my fingers through the wall of my pussy, growing with each passing moment, and I cry out when I realize it's his knot inflating.
"You feel that, Omega? I'm gonna knot this ass."
Oh, frack.
I'm going to break. He's going to split me in two. The stretch of his cock is one thing, but even the start of his knot stings, flesh protesting.
"Rub your little pussy. Make yourself feel good, it'll help," he coaches, even though his voice is cracking from the effort. He's not as in control as he wants me to believe. He's coming apart too.
I drop to my shoulder, my face pressed into the cool ground, so I can use both hands. One stuffed into my clenching, needy pussy, and the other frantically abusing my clit, hunting my climax.
"That’s it, Omega. Come on my cock like a good girl and then you'll get my knot. You want my knot?"
Ah. That fracking magic word. Knot.
Knot. Knot. Knot.
Something in my brain trips a wire, and suddenly, my inner Omega is in charge.
"Ah, yes. I want it. I need it. Yes! Oh, ohhh!" I hear myself chanting.
"That's it. Good girl. Good fucking Omega,” he growls.
There is no warning, but the next words from his mouth are an Alpha Command.
“Now come."
And I do. I come with a cry and a flood of slick, and he presses in, his knot locking inside of my ass.
My eyes cross, and then squeeze shut as waves of electric energy pulse through me. I can't stop coming. My orgasm just keeps rolling on, and on, and on.
It’s not like last time, when he ripped an orgasm from me with a Command. I don’t feel betrayed or denied. This time, it only enhances the pleasure. It takes me to a new height I never knew was possible.
His hips jerk and twitch as his balls draw up.
“Fuck, Omega. Halley! I’m—”
Blaze comes with a roar.
His cock spurts load after load of hot seed. He reaches around and cups my pussy, not stimulating it, just holding it in his palm as I spasm and shake apart.
It's a long time later when we catch our breath and I can think straight.
I’ve collapsed onto my belly, my knees folded under me. My Alpha is draped over my back, his cock still firmly locked inside my ass. It hurts to move, so we just lie there, his arms wrapped tightly around my body, holding me against his chest.
It's peaceful, and the only sounds are distant birds and wind through the trees. The forest smells green and fresh, but it’s tainted by the aroma of our coupling. Spilled seed, slick, and sweat.
"Blaze?" I mumble, my face still pressed into the soil below.
"Yeah, Sparkles?"
Hmm, he called me Sparkles. I guess Blaise has been allowed back out to play.
There is a triumphant swell of emotion as I realize I must have convinced Blaze to trust me. I can take whatever crazy he throws at me… or in me.
"The others are going to murder you."
I feel his cheek muscles twitch where his face is plastered to my hair. "Yeah, I still knotted you in the ass before any of them, though. Totally worth it."
I snort and wince as I clench on his knot.
Such a cockwomble.