Chapter Sixteen #2
She moans again, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.
Oh, yeah, it won’t be long now before he falls over the edge.
I hardly blame him. I know I won’t last long when she is finally on my own cock.
Reaching around her waist, I pop open her jeans, pulling them down to expose a simple black thong.
Well, fuck me dead.
Slapping my hand across her ass again, I allow my hand to trail over the reddening flesh before moving to the fabric between her cheeks. Trailing my fingers lower, I tease over the barrier covering her cunt. It's already soaked through just like I knew it would be.
Unable to deny myself the opportunity, I bend down, sucking her panties into my mouth. Lennon’s sweet, cotton candy taste explodes on my tongue, even sweeter than anything I could have imagined. A muffled curse sounds from her lips, making me chuckle.
“What's that, Omega? Do you want more?” I tease, flicking the thong aside to get my first taste straight from the source. Another muffled sound escapes her, the noise neither confirming nor denying her want. But her body language gives me enough of an answer.
She wants this.
Pulling my cock from my jeans, I tap it against her now naked cunt. She jolts back into me, the very tip of my cock slipping into her.
Fucking hell, I could cum just from that much alone.
She feels too good. Too much like mine.
Every inch that slips into her pussy feels like heaven reimagined. The feel of her tight, wet walls that clench around me, begging for more, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I pause once I bottom out, needing to capture my breath before I continue. Because I know if I don’t, I will embarrass myself. Something I don’t need for my first time with my Omega. While this is me claiming her, a part of me also wants this to be good for her. Which means I need to last.
“Move, Alpha, or I will fuck our Omega.”
I open my eyes to glare at Sasha, who has been standing off to the side, just observing. Just waiting. Denying himself the feel of his Omega.
“Like fuck,” I growl, trusting myself deep into Lennon’s cunt, forcing her to take Holden further.
She squeals around his length, her hands flying out to her sides as she tries to grab onto something, anything. I reach out to take them, pulling them behind her back to rest on top of her ass.
Her nails dig into my palms, the sharp half moons cutting into me, enough to make my knot throb painfully in anticipation of her.
Knowing that I am already balancing along the precipice of orgasm, I know I need to show my Omega in more than just this way that she is mine.
That she can’t just turn her back on me and walk away.
That I own her. That pack Ars Mortis owns her.
Reaching back behind me, I find the blade of one of the freshly sharpened skate blades.
Bringing the blade up to the curve of her ass, I trail it over her skin, watching as a red mark remains in its wake.
“You can’t run from us, little Omega. You see, we own you. And I think you need a little reminder of that. Something…permanent,” I chuckle as I dig the blade in deeper, but not enough to cut. Just enough to prepare her for a second.
She freezes, her earlier enthusiasm gone. Her scent takes on a rancid edge, hinting at the fear beginning to invade her.
“Just don’t bite the Beta’s cock off. I am quite fond of it.”
Holden lets her go enough that she is able to pop off his length. Turning her head, her eyes are wide.
“What are yo-fuck!” she shouts as I begin to make my first cut on the side of her leg where her hip and thigh meet. Blood pools at the tip of the night, Lennon’s screams echoing in the room. Halfway through the letter D, I look up at both Sasha and Holden.
“I suggest you shut her up before someone calls the cops.”
“Move,” Sasha grumbles, pushing a disgruntled Holden out of the way.
Gripping her hair tightly, he rips her head towards him, not giving her a second to protest as he forces his cock into her throat.
Sasha is the complete opposite of Holden’s gentleness.
Or what I would consider gentle for a Beta that presents one too many Alpha qualities.
Sasha is roughly. Forceful. The kind of man who takes what he wants without question.
It's hot.
With Lennon’s mouth filled with cock, I am able to continue carving my name into her flesh.
Crimson drips down her legs, the sight doing something to me.
Dragging something dark from inside of me.
Something I have never felt before. But it calls to me.
Makes me want things that I have thought could be possible.
Finishing the ‘C’, I drop the blade back onto the table absently.
I can’t focus on anything but the sight of my name carved into my Omega's flesh. The ultimate kind of claim, aside from a bite on the side of her neck. The sound of her cries, mixed with undeniable pleasure, tears through the room, raw enough to send goosebumps across my heated skin. It doesn’t echo so much as linger, clinging to the concrete walls, and I just know that whenever I’m in here, I’ll hear it over and over and over again.
I should stop this. Put distance between myself and the man I am around her, but loyalty roots my feet to the floor, and desire has me silently begging for more.
“You are mine, Lennon. Try walking away from me now.”