CHAPTER 12
“Ohhhhhh, Your sex is on fire.”
Henry
I really, really wanted to take things slow, to savor the first time I see my Everett naked. Spend hours exploring his body, learning every spot that makes him shudder and finding out if he is ticklish. Apparently fate, or more accurately my mate, has other ideas.
Not that I’m complaining. No, sir. I have my hot and needy omega in my arms, his hard cock pressing into my belly and a damp spot forming on his shorts between his perky ass cheeks.
While this is not my first rodeo with an omega, it is the first time with my fated mate.
Everything is heightened, every touch more intimate, every kiss more intense.
The anticipation, the tension, the fucking need to bury myself in Everett’s sopping hole and breed him until something sticks, is overwhelming.
And his scent…fuck it’s getting stronger with every second that passes.
It permeates my every sense, changing my very chemical makeup.
Is my pretty omega going into heat? Surely not.
He would have mentioned it. Unless he hasn’t had his first heat yet and with our bond starting, even faint as it is, could be triggering his cycle to start.
Which means I have even less time than I thought to get Everett inside.
I refuse to take my mate's virginity anywhere else than my bed.
I’m not sure Everett realises what is happening, he is already too far gone if the way he’s rutting against my body is any indication.
I can sense his growing desperation. I really need to get moving.
Taking long strides across the porch, I relinquish one ass cheek to tug open the cabin door, thanking my past self for leaving the door unlocked.
I don’t stop, kicking the door closed behind me.
I move with purpose through the living room and up the stairs two at a time.
“Everett, are you going into heat baby?” I ask, needing to be sure this is what he wants and not just his heat talking.
“Alpha, I need you.” He moans as he starts mouthing at my neck.
A layer of sweat forms on his skin as his temperature rises.
I can not only hear the way his heart is racing, but I can see his chest raising and falling rapidly.
I’m not sure he’s even aware of how hard he’s rolling and grinding against me, chasing friction.
“I know you do baby, just hang on a little longer for me.” I tell him, letting the tips of my fingers slide closer to his hole, hoping to give him enough pressure and buy myself the time to get him naked. What are the chances I can sate my little squirrel with a hand or blow job?
He moans in response, thrusting his hips backward against my fingers as well as still chasing friction for his painfully hard dick.
I shudder when his tongue laps at my skin, teeth nipping the sensitive spot at the juncture of my neck.
The sensation makes my legs weak. He’s going to send me into rut if he isn't careful, and that can’t happen.
At least one of us has to keep our head on straight.
A warning rumble starts in my chest, but it only spurs him on, slick now dripping through his clothes and running between my fingers.
“You are trouble, little one, aren’t you?” I growl, dropping Everett unceremoniously onto the mattress.
“Henry, please, I’m burning up alpha , I need…
” He trails off and groans again, starting to feverishly tug at his shirt buttons, unconcerned when they ping off, never to be found again.
He sounds and looks intoxicated and intoxicating at the same time.
I’m more than certain now my little omega is going into heat.
“I want you to pin me down Henry. Pin me down and breed me Alpha, please!” Fuck, his filthy mouth is going to be the death of me, I already know it.
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” I snarl more like an animal than a man right now.
Done watching Everett struggle with his clothing, I crawl over his body, extending the claws on one hand, and shred his shorts and boxers.
I’ve never had such disdain for clothing before now, but that material being in the way of me getting to my omega felt like a personal attack.
Everett stretches out on top of the comforter on my bed.
Writhing and panting, my eyes flash amber, my bear peeking out to admire our pretty little omega in all his innocent glory before I ruin him.
I want to make him beg for me, to hear all of his depraved thoughts spoken aloud, but the sight of him on my bed, legs spread, hands gripping his ass cheeks to show me his hole, is too hard to resist.
“Need you, please, need you Hen.” He mutters over and over under his breath, eyes closed and face scrunched like he might actually be in pain. I make a show of dragging my gaze appreciatively over his body, then zero onto his hole, watching it clench around nothing like it’s winking at me.
The growl that leaves me is nothing short of feral.
Diving between his spread thighs, I lap at his pucker, feeling it contract against my tongue as his slick practically streams from him.
“You taste fucking amazing sweetheart,” I groan, alternating my attention between his hole and his balls already drawn up.
My little omega is a hair trigger away from cumming all over himself.
I double down with renewed determination to make my mate come apart at the seams. I spear my tongue past the first ring of muscle and relish in the sounds that are coming from Everett, desperation mixed with euphoria.
“That's it beautiful, let me hear you.” His answering whimper makes me grin against his skin.
I take mercy on my love and wrap my palm around his leaking cock.
All it takes is one hard stroke from base to tip to send Everett careening over the edge, long stripes of cum painting his chest. Body bowed off the mattress, heels planted and ass raised, he cried out his release.
It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.
Pupils dilated, skin flushed, he looks like a goddamn dream.
Surging forward, I dive onto his still hard cock, forcing another spurt of cum to hit my tongue.
“Oh gods, more. Please, Henry, please I need you,” he begs so prettily I can’t deny him. I’m not willing to hurt him though, no matter how much he begs. I need to make sure my omega is ready for my knot.
Pushing one finger into his softened hole, slick easing the slide. Popping off his cock to watch how his mouth opens on a gasp I exchange one finger for two, scissoring them open in an attempt to expedite the prep.
“I. Need. More.” He pants, hips lifting in time to meet my hand thrust by thrust. My cock is not small, I need to stretch my sexy little squirrel.
Before I try to make room for a third finger, Everett's limited control snaps, and with a strength he shouldn’t possess at the beginning of a heat, he manages to flip our position.
His lithe form straddles my lap, flushed skin, muscles coiled and chest heaving with exertion, whether from that move he just pulled or the effect of his heat on his body, I’m not sure.
“I am an omega, your omega. My body was made for this. Made to take your fat alpha cock and knot. I appreciate you being sweet with me, but the time for tenderness is over.” He’s leaning down over me now, words panted against my cheek as he grinds his hips, lubing up my cock with his slick and driving me fucking wild.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on to my morals.
“Sweetheart, my knot—”
“Yes, that. I need that,” he interrupts me, and I chuckle.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know, I love that about you, but sometimes a little bit of pain makes the pleasure that much more intense.” He tells me, not breaking eye contact as he sits up, reaching back behind his body and gripping my now slick soaked cock at the base, lining it up with his greedy hole.
Despite my words and genuine conviction of not wanting to hurt him, my hips jerk up, and he uses that momentum to pop the head of my cock past the ring of muscle, engulfing it in wet heat.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Fucking fuck, he feels so good.
I don’t even realize I'm baring my teeth, arms shaking as I grip tight to his hips, trying to slow his movements.
“Let go Hen, I want it, I want to feel the burn of my alpha’s cock stretching me open for the first time.
There’s nothing you can do to hurt me.” Rising on his knees, eyes still locked with mine, Everett nods his encouragement, like he knows I need the assurance that he isn’t breakable.
“I was made for this.” He purrs, repeating the words like a mantra as he sinks down.
Not slow or careful, he drops his weight and his hole swallows my cock from tip to base in one swoop.
Throwing back his head, eyes closed, he pauses with his ass cheeks resting on my pelvis as he savors the full feeling. “Yesssss.”
“Oh fuck, Everett.” My brain short-circuits. The whole world zeroing in on the spot where our bodies are joined. Fear of hurting him, of rushing our connection, vanish. The only thing that matters in this moment is the look of pure, blissed-out pleasure on my mate’s face.
Assisting an omega through heat is not for the fainthearted.
It takes intimacy to a new level, and I have never been more happy that I avoided it until now.
The heat choking my dick right now is like nothing I've ever experienced.
Knowing that I am the first and only alpha that will share Everett's heat makes this moment more meaningful than either of us are capable of understanding right now.
The primal, animalistic part of my brain is the only thing still engaged. Now that I’m buried inside my mate, my bear ripples along the surface, urging us to take over. Mark our omega inside and out, so he can never doubt how well we can please him.
Giving in to those baser instincts I release a growl, tightening my grip on his hips, my fingertips sinking into the his flesh. That’s enough of my pretty little sweetheart thinking he is in control right now.
“As fucking phenomenal as you look right now riding my cock, I think you need more baby, isn’t that right?
” I ask, a smirk crossing my lips as I sit up, catching Everett's lips and swallowing his yelp of surprise, that morphs into a needy whine when I lift him off my cock and deposit him back onto the mattress, facing the headboard on his hands and knees.
The view of him spread out before me, begging for me, his hips pushing back like a heat seeking missile trying to force my cock back inside him, almost short circuits my brain.
His impatience earns him a hard smack to the creamy skin of his ass.
“Patience.” I warn him purely to drag more whimpers and moans from him before I slam back inside.
Gone is all trace of control as I plow into my mate, giving him exactly what he needs.
The sound of skin slapping skin, mixing with Everett's mews of pleasure and the headboard pounding against the wall, creates the most erotic soundtrack I've ever heard.
I should have known my perfect mate would not just be a willing participant in his heat, oh no, he bounces back against me crying out for more, to go harder, to make him cum.
On the verge of blacking out with pleasure, I piston my hips harder, verging on brutal, but the way his body writhes, hand shuttling up and down his cock below our bodies, sends alarm bells tingling at the base of my spine.
I’m not going to last. I feel my canines starting to elongate and my bear roaring in my head to claim our mate.