Chapter Fourteen #2
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he arched over her to steal that sound with a kiss, to take it as though he’d earned it, as if he’d wanted to savor it.
He whispered against her lips. “Fuck, you are tight, and so wet. Nothing better than a needy omega in this entire world. Now, lean back and let me really fuck you, sugar.”
He released her neck and hooked both arms beneath her knees.
It spread her legs out wide, let him stare down at where they were connected, at how he stretched her as Trent had before.
He didn’t ease into anything, pulling back then plunging into her with a thrust that made her gasp at the wonderful roughness.
He fucked her as he did everything else. He was sure, confident and relentless. He lifted her ass off the workbench a hair, to let him leverage her against him as well, to make sure he couldn’t possibly delve any deeper. He took her as though he were trying to claim every single inch inside her.
And Alison wanted that. She wanted no part of her left untouched after this, nothing that they hadn’t taken, devoured, owned.
He growled, and when she caught his gaze, his eyes seemed darker, like a beast that she’d let have her, one who would have her entirely.
The need inside her that had been sated for a moment with Trent’s cum uncurled and stretched, as though it knew it had more coming soon. Her heat crested over her as she tried to move with Kyle, as she tried to take more.
He leaned over her, using the change in position to fuck into her even harder. If she wasn’t drugged on her heat, the roughness might have bothered her. Right then, though?
Nothing bothered her.
He let out a snarl as he bit down on her other shoulder—though not hard enough to draw blood—just as his knot grew.
He shifted his hands down to her ass, to yank her against him, to make sure she couldn’t escape that growing bulge at the base of his cock, and triggered another breath-stealing orgasm from her.
She shivered against the scrape of his teeth, the way her cunt was already sore yet craving everything he could give her, and the exhaustion knowing they weren’t anywhere close to the finish.
Daniel pressed his lips to Alison’s head, closing his eyes to breathe in her heat-soaked scent.
He’d stroked himself as he’d watched Trent and Kyle knot the poor girl, as he’d witnessed how her eyes widened and her lips would form a perfect little o when she felt how their cocks swelled, when she realized she was entirely trapped.
Why was that as hot as it was? Something deviant inside him enjoyed it, the way when he knotted a girl, she was his. For that while, while tied together, she was entirely his.
She was exhausted, but not nearly done. No, she’d have hours left.
They should have moved to the house, where snacks and water would be available.
While she rested, Trent had dragged himself to the kitchen to grab a few things, but leaving an omega in heat was nearly impossible. They’d have to make do.
She shifted, blinking slowly as Daniel positioned her. They’d spread her robe out, along with their clothing. It wasn’t a nest, and it would serve as a shitty bed, but it was better than getting her scraped up on the hard ground.
He shifted her so she was on her knees, her chest to the floor. Trent and Kyle rested with their backs to the wall, putting them beside her. Trent carded his fingers through her hair, a reassuring stroke.
Daniel ran his hands over her hips, then grasped her ass. He spread her cheeks, staring down at her, able to see her puffy, drenched sex along with her ass.
He’d love to have taken her ass right then, but it wasn’t in the cards. Her heat required his cum to end up exactly one place.
He leaned down and offered a hard bite to one of her cheeks.
She whined, the sound high and startled. He soothed the spot with a kiss, then bent down more to drag his tongue up her hot, wet slit. Even as he swallowed, her taste took over his senses, narrowed his focus to this one absolutely perfect part of the universe.
He could taste her sweetness, her need, and the musky taste of the alphas as well. Once they’d all had her—many times that night—she’d carry their scent. She’d be theirs.
And he was drunk enough on lust and fantasies that he believed that could happen, that he truly thought they might be headed for such an ending.
She squirmed at the feeling, but Daniel took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.
Her cry was music, and he did it once more before relenting, that darkness inside him loving her frantic sounds.
Her cunt seared the head of his dick as he pressed against her, grasping her hips to hold her still.
She went wild, writhing, leaning back to take him.
This he liked. He enjoyed the way she couldn’t hide what she wanted.
So often she could be hard to read, harder still to understand.
In that moment, though, all those defenses were torn free and he saw the passionate, strong omega beneath them.
He tightened his fingers as he slid into her, slow enough to torment her, to force her to feel each inch of him spreading her and stretching her lovely cunt.
Trent ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her cheek against Kyle’s thigh. Her chest was to the floor, to protect her shoulder. Even driven as he was by need, he’d never risk hurting her.
She took him as though made for him, like her cunt had been designed to fit him perfectly. Snug, warm, wet. It was perfection, and he allowed himself only a moment to savor it.
Daniel ran his hand up her spine once, focusing on how her back arched, on the lovely curve, the narrow waist, the hips wide enough to hold on to.
He had no idea what he could have possibly done in his life to deserve this, but he wouldn’t forsake it, wouldn’t risk losing it. He pulled back and thrust into her, taking her harder.
One of his hands remained on her hip, the other spreading her cheeks. He dipped his thumb into the wetness around her cunt, then pressed that against her ass.
She tensed but didn’t pull away. “Good girl,” he rumbled out. “Let me in.”
She shivered, and he took that as his opportunity. He pressed that finger into her, keeping shallow without any real lube, just enough to tease her, to tempt her, to let her know exactly what he planned to take next time.
And Alison reacted the way he knew she would. She cried out, her body clutching him as if to never let him go.
Fine by me.
He teased the sensitive ring of muscles as he took her cunt with hard, wild thrusts. “This is how it’ll be, sweet, next time. I’ll take your ass, and Kyle can have your cunt. Your pretty mouth, well, Trent will fuck that, since he’s too nice to you anyway.”
She trembled, her body seeming to be in chaos she couldn’t control.
He stoked those flames inside her, knowing his own end was close.
It was only round one of what would be a very long night, so he had nothing to prove, no need to make himself last longer.
Truth be told, he’d come in her at least three more times before her heat dissipated, before that need broke and they could rest. This wasn’t about showing off, or about trying to make it something it wasn’t.
No one could do such things when driven so hard by hormones.
Instead, heats were for giving in to what people really were, what they needed. They were for letting go of expectations. So Daniel did that, enjoying the wily omega beneath him, taking what she gave so freely and servicing her in return.
When he came, when his knot swelled so thick that she whimpered and whined, he plunged as deep as possible and locked into place.
She came hard, her cunt squeezing down so tightly it nearly hurt, and he pulled his finger from her. Panting, he leaned forward, offering gentle bites to her back, to her shoulder blades, to the sweat-soaked expanse of skin wherever he could reach.
Reality could stay the hell away. They’d all have to wake up from this spell too soon, and Daniel refused to lose a moment of it to worry.
When he was locked inside her, when she whined softly and trembled against him, he knew something he couldn’t ever admit to.
He loved her, and that was going to hurt them all in the end.