Chapter Ten – Monroe
When I came out of my room to check on her, this was honestly the last thing on my mind. Somehow, though, things spiraled, and now we’re here: me on top of her, me inside of her, and fuck, it’s more than I thought it would be.
Her body fits mine like a glove. My cock nestles inside of her core like it was always meant to be there, filling her up, completing us in a way nothing else can. Kissing her is like kissing the sun; it fills me with warmth and fire, but being inside of her blows that sensation out of the water.
Dulcie is spectacular, with her pink hair splayed out around her head, her eyes only half-open. She is everything, and after I fill her core up, I have to pause for a few moments and revel in it, in her, in the way she makes everything in me go nuts.
I never felt like this before. Complete. Full. Happy. Emotions like those aren’t something I ever imagined I’d describe myself as. I never want this moment to end, never want to know what it’s like to have a day or night go by without having her by my side. By our side.
She’s mine. She’s ours. She’s fucking everything.
Something takes hold of me, a part of my inner beast that has never had the opportunity to surface before.
This part of me knows exactly how to talk to an omega while I’m inside of her, how to praise her like I know deep down she craves.
I murmur, “You feel so good, omega. You feel so fucking good. Your body is taking mine so well. You were made for me.”
The more I say, the more she whimpers beneath me, wordlessly begging me for a release—one I’d give her soon enough.
“You’re mine,” I growl out, the words final, and Dulcie shivers in response, but she does not argue. How can she? She’s so wet for me, so ready to be fucked and claimed. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants, and she’s going to love every damn second of it.
I pull my hips back and begin a slow rhythm even though everything in me wants to go at her like a rabid animal. I told her I would take care of her, and I meant it. Going too hard too fast might hurt her. If she’s never been with anyone like this, then… then it’s my duty to be gentle.
At least for a little while.
It’s difficult for me to find a slow pace that satisfies the beast in me while also giving her what she needs, but I manage.
I hold myself above her and keep it slow and steady as her pussy gets accustomed to my cock’s addition.
She moans every time I fill her up. Going slow staves off the knot begging to form.
Oh, yes. I’m going to knot her. She wants it, and so do I. That knot will lock us together until we’re both drained dry, and then we’ll lay in each other’s arms until that knot subsides.
I lean down. Due to the height difference between us, I have to curve my back at an almost ungodly angle, but I make it work. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her as my body pushes against hers. Her scent is stronger now, overpowering, and I am lost in it.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper to her, my voice unrecognizable. “But I want to fuck you harder.”
She grunts a feminine sound, nodding once.
“I want you to say it.”
Dulcie, the good little omega she is, says what I want to hear, “Fuck me harder, alpha.” The way that last word catches on her tongue tells me she’s just as lost in this as I am. That’s fine. We can be lost together.
With her blessing, I pick up the pace. My hips jerk back before I slam into her again, drawing out a moan from her. I fuck her as hard as the alpha in me wishes, and in doing so my cock starts to swell in a knot. I can’t push it back any longer.
She must feel it, because her breathing hitches, changes.
She grabs my sides and digs her nails into me as her core tightens and constricts around my swelling knot.
That growing knot does not slow me down, nor does it stop me from having her how I want her.
I fuck her hard long after that knot is at its full-capacity.
With a swollen knot, everything is heightened.
My senses, the way her pussy feels wrapped around it, and I’m certain it’s the same for her.
She writhes and squirms as much as her pinned body can, her skin a beautiful flushed hue.
It does not take long before she cries out in pure bliss, an orgasm taking hold of her, propelled by my knot and my rough claiming.
The orgasm is a beautiful thing to watch, to experience first-hand. With my knot in her, I can feel her pussy tighten when it happens, feel the fresh gush of slick inside her core, coating my knot with extra lubricant. Everything combines, and I lose my damn mind.
I rocket my hips forward, plunging as deep inside her as her body allows, finding my own release shortly after. Cum spews from my cock as wave after wave of hot pleasure surges through my veins. A low, guttural moan escapes me, and for a moment, I see stars.
A knot, however, is not so easily taken care of. She and I might’ve come together once, but with how badly I want her, with how new this is, it’s going to take more on both our parts for that knot to begin to deflate.
So I fuck her. I fuck her as long as I can, making her come again and again in the process.
My good little omega rides cloud nine, her eyes closed as I ravage her into oblivion.
With each orgasm on her part comes fresh slick, which only fuels me to go at her harder.
It’s a vicious cycle, one I thoroughly come to love.
I don’t know how long we go at it, how many times I bring her to the brink and push her over the edge. I lose track of how many times I orgasm, how much cum I fill her core with, but it’s a lot. This whole room will smell like us, long after we’re finished.
And that’s okay. I don’t care, and I don’t think the others will mind, either. In fact, it might help get them in the mood to do something similar.
By the time we’re finished, we’re both out of breath. I lay beneath her, with her smaller body resting atop mine. My cock had long since fallen out of her, used up and, if I’m honest, a little sore. We went at it for hours, which is why the omega is currently fast asleep on my chest.
My arms are around her, holding her tightly. Each time she breathes, I can feel her chest push against mine. It’s a feeling I’d never trade for anything. Everything about her is addicting in the best way, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.
Dulcie is mine. The only thing I didn’t do was bond with her by sinking my teeth into the nape of her neck.
It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to, but more so that I didn’t get permission to do so before we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.
My canines did ache every now and then while we were going at it, but until she explicitly says she’s ready, I can wait.
After all, we have all the time in the world.