Chapter Eight #2
With wild motions, my hips rocked up to meet his every thrust, instinct alone setting the haphazard pace as his cock filled a depth in me that’d never been touched before.
“Fuck!” My hands acted of their own accord, wrapping around to his back, clawtips raking over the slits for his wings.
They threw themselves out with an impressive spread above us, their dark sheen a shadow in the unlit room. A hiss started in one throat and ended in another as the kiss drew on, thick cock pulsing inside me.
Unasked, he reached down, pumping my shaft with eager strokes, driving my sense of self into a puddle of oblivion.
And in no time, I threw my head back, breath sawing out of me as my tail cramped tighter and tighter, coiling in tandem with every muscle in my belly as the elastic strap of my pleasure broke and I came crashing down, shooting streaks up my belly and chest.
Wallace bottomed out within me, his cock thickening, and something I’d almost forgotten came to fruition as he locked inside of me, knot stretching me so obscenely that I couldn’t help but draw my knees up and scream.
As hot, wet, cum flooded my insides, I collapsed back, my head a fuzzy, empty thing as Wallace continued pumping his hips in a jerking, stuttering pulse. His hoarse, growl of a voice whispered out, “Fucking beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to earn the compliment, but I preened from it.
He breathed, all the while the knot I’d longed for filled me, holding us together.
In the dark, as my eyes adjusted, I took in every aspect of him; his strong features, the high cheekbones I’d never noticed before the scales of his face had turned to flesh.
Lips, so full, lay gently parted, glossy and swollen from so many kisses.
Despite the tepid, comfortable temperature around me, my body heated as if I were locked in a fever. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”
“The season.” Wallace leaned down to pluck kisses over my chest as his hips flexed and rocked ever so minutely. Each little twitch drove my need higher, my wants soaring until sweat creeping over my skin had me struggling to rid myself of anything touching my body.
I couldn’t contain myself, unparalleled pleasure coursing through my body.
Nothing mattered but his cock and the teeth tempting me for a bite.
He slammed his hips again, stretching me so obscenely as I grabbed for his head to bring his face to my neck.
“I don’t fucking care what’s causing it. Finish it.”
His focus on my pleasure faded away under a frenzy of lust, hips hammering down as he snarled and fought my shirt free, the cool air on my neck a welcome kiss before his mouth fell there and sealed. “C-can’t…”
His muffled word there brought hot breath, the heat of his body, and I locked my tail, gripped my legs over his hips, and demanded, “Bite me!”
A broken sob wrenched its way through his snarling breaths, and he pressed his teeth into the scales at my neck, every jerk of his hips bringing me closer to a peak I couldn’t bear to be held back a moment longer.
And then it happened. Like the snap of a string, a shattering chain in the frozen depths of space, his teeth penetrated my flesh, and their sting made every cell in my body experience the orgasm to rival them all.
My ears rang with the sound of my own scream, drowning out his heated whimpers while cum seeped from the seal of his knot.
Long seconds passed as I rode through utter bliss until he jerked back, horror across his face as his knot pulled away while my cock retreated to safer depths.
The fucking I’d yearned for. The need I had for months? All gone. Sated. But that happiness lasted only a moment before Wallace’s broken pants and swears. “Fuck… Fuck…”
“Ideally, yes. Maybe in a few minutes. I want to enjoy this.” I writhed as my tail curled against nothing. It was as if pure ambrosia flooded my system. My tongue swam in sweet saliva, forcing me to swallow it away as I hungered to bite him as he’d bitten me. I craved his blood.
“Why would you?” He held a hand over his mouth and swore again, stepping farther away from the bed as my sensations faded, allowing me to sit up and stare him down.
“It felt good. I’m fine.” I ran a hand over my neck, reigniting the pleasure that drew a soft moan from my lips in an involuntary shudder.
“I—I don’t know you like…” He raked his hand through the growing short hair cropped across his smooth head and snarled, posture utterly defeated. “Why?”
“We’ve known one another for years. You were a member of my crew for two years before you joined Vil. Do you regret having sex?” I tucked my legs beneath me, tail going limp as I became very aware of the pool of cum leaking down my chest and slit.
“No! Just…” He gestured at his neck. “You wanted me to—I couldn’t help it. I tried to resist but—”
“It’s just a little nibble, Wallace. I’m fine, really.” I fought a nervous laugh because he was obviously stressed over what he’d done. “I like it.”
“I wasn’t ready to get married, Roan! I don’t know you like that!”
“Oh, for Progenitors’ sake, is this like that time with Gorm and the pink on—” I started, but he swore and glared at me.
“It’s like that but real. That bite just genetically linked you to me. We’re biologically lifebonded!” He gripped his head and snarled.
My heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“The bite! For fuck’s sake, don’t you listen to the teachings, whereby the progenitors claim their bearer not by word but by blood, by tooth, and order?
” He quoted that old shit at me, and I froze.
Allegory, assuredly? But his words felt real, and my attraction, the feeling in me, drawing me to cling to him…
“Oh Progenitors… Why didn’t you—You did.
Okay. You tried. You did nothing wrong.” I held up a hand to calm him, which seemed to do so marginally.
“I couldn’t resist, either. I’m… I’ll look for a way to undo this.
Hell, they can transform our entire bodies with some of Noel’s blood, why not undo this? ”
Wallace shook his head. “I don’t think it’s like that.
I—Vil and Noel looked into it at first. It’ll take time and will hurt.
It’s… Best I can describe is it creates this instant bond that makes us incompatible with others, and it breaks your heart to sever it.
We’ll have to stay away, or one of us die.
And like, the omegas here were big on us not claiming any omegas…
But I never felt the urge to do that, ever. ”
“Maybe it’s only a sex thing?” I shrugged, my stomach knotting up.
“Let me…” He made a gesture in the air to summon a viewscreen and called someone on his list of contacts, muttering to himself, “Not an alpha, but he’s fucked enough omegas to know.”
Probably Gorm.
“Wot?” A viewscreen populated with a sleepy flesh and green scaled face. As I focused from the reverse side, in the background, what looked like half a dozen omegas snuggled into a pile.
“Busy?” Wallace stared at the scene without a blink of surprise or admiration.
“No. Already got all of ’em off. Prolly more than once. Right, boys?” Gorm’s tail snaked around in the background as several tails met his to give little squeezes and caresses. “Sup?”
“So, odd question.” Wallace’s eyes darted everywhere but at Gorm.
A few of the omegas wore thick, beaded collars around their necks, covering the sensitive area where Wallace had bitten me.
Instinctively, I reached for that spot as I thought of the many omegas walking about wearing them.
Still, Wallace cleared his throat. “How do you stop from biting the omegas without the collars?”
“Wot? Bite? None of them is my mates, is they?” Gorm squinted at Wallace. “I’d have to force myself to do it if I wanted to claim a bloke that ain’t mine.”
“So you’ve never once felt the urge to?”
“Nah. None o’ these lovely boys is my mate. I done said it already.” He seemed to think on something for a moment before a lovely green-scaled omega slid into frame and smiled.
“Hello, friend!” He smiled, leaning onto Gorm’s side. “What appears to bring you unease?”
“Fel! I—” Wallace choked, and Fel’s face turned stone. “You’ve bitten an omega.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a broken whimper.
“Fuck. There’s a few things we can do. Come on to the lab. I’m getting dressed.” Fel slid from the bed and went offscreen as Gorm’s face fell as if the lack of one more omega made him sad.
“Fel will see to ya. It’ll be alright, man. They’ve been waiting for someone to do the ol’ chomp.” Gorm grinned and turned his head, saying something I didn’t catch before Wallace waved and ended the call.
“I’m going to go rinse off and talk to Fel.” Wallace walked away, and I slipped from the bed in a stumble, head like cotton and fluff.
“Not without me, you’re not!” A snarl broke free of me as jealousy rose. “Trotting off to hang with some horny omega.”
Wallace stared at me as I ran into him in my haste. As we bumped, our tails found one another for that brief curl. He tilted my chin up and stared at me, eyes full of sadness. “What do you want to happen from this?”
“Ideally, nothing. More ideally? Round two… Seventeen… I lost count.” I met his gaze as he leaned in and kissed my lips with the gentleness of a moth’s wings.
“You?” I couldn’t help but ask the loaded question.
“I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”
And, fuck, if that didn’t sum up everything for me, too.