Chapter 36 Orion #2
"Baby," I breathe, brushing my lips against her ear. "I need you with such fucking ferocity that I'm afraid I'll lose control. There's no halfway. I need to know if you're ready for me."
But then my mate tilts her head again, so her eyes can meet mine. Her omega flashes behind her blue irises. "I trust you."
And that's all it takes.
My hand reaches back and I smack her perfect ass.
She grunts, and I nudge my boots between her bare feet, forcing them apart.
I have to keep my hands from shaking and gripping her too hard.
If I shift her ass toward me and push her torso lower onto the table and arch her back just right—there it is.
Her pussy opens for me, and it's glistening. Literally fucking dripping. With one hand, I tease her lower lips. With the other, I pull back, then smack her pussy. It reverberates through her, and she cries out. She's so wet my hand comes away sticky.
I laugh darkly and step back to strip down. Her omega whines, sweat gathering at her nape, and she almost pulls off the table, hands reaching to grab at me, but I shove her back into place and tear her shirt off.
I push her into position again, with a perfect view of her backside.
I take position behind her, trapping her wrists above her head with one hand, and slap her pussy with my dick.
It's not nearly as hard as my hand, and nowhere near satisfying.
It's edging and teasing, and every time my hard length slaps against her pink pussy, it comes away soaked, webbed with her slick.
She moans louder and louder until she breaks into sobs. "Please, Orion, more! I need—"
Holding her down, I keep teasing her opening. "I thought you were still mad at me, firefly."
"No! I forgive you, I forgive you, please just, unh—" she stutters.
"So the next time we make you run drills, you'll be a good girl and do as you're told?"
She turns her head and flashes her teeth, growling.
I let out a sharp laugh. "This what you need?" I whisper, lining myself up at her entrance from behind.
She gives a gargled response, and after notching the head, I push into her tight, wet heat. Mona screams, practically convulsing in my arms. She shakes, squirming, then shudders with relief when I'm fully seated, buried deep inside her, like a calm washes over her.
It's pleasure like I've never felt before.
She's warm and tight and I swear to fucking god, she's got magic inside her. It tingles and sucks, spasming and milking my cock.
"Fuck, firefly. Mona. My mate," I rasp, but hold still.
She whimpers, then lets out a sharp cry, and bucks her pelvis to try and fuck me, but I grip her hips and hold her in place.
Mona wails, "I forgive you! But Orion, for fuck's sake, I need you to move!"
Holding her hips still, I slowly pull out. Then wait. "And?"
"Fuck! And I'll be a good girl."
I slam into her. She screams my name, and it's everything. I fuck her like this, pounding into her from behind, measured but rough, while her hands slap the table and her ass shakes. She squeezes every inch of me, grunting, crying, begging for more.
Harder, faster, deeper. Her omega takes over her body, and with surprising strength, she shoves her ass backward, so hard I nearly knot her right there.
I can't help it. I laugh. So, I lean over, hold her tight, then bring us to the ground, so she's on her hands and knees, fingertips turning white as she claws into the wooden floor.
Then I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"Harder," she groans, so I squeeze her breasts and drive deeper.
"Like this?" I ask, rolling my hips, lifting her ass so I can slam into her, hitting just the right spot. Her pussy tightens and she lets out a feral moan. "Ahh… yes, right there. That's it, isn't it firefly?"
"Yes," Mona sobs. "Don't stop! Right there, right there," she sputters incoherently.
She's getting close. Before she crests, I flip us again so she's straddling me.
Gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks, I thrust upward just as I pull her down.
My knot presses against her entrance, pulsing its way inside, stretching past her tight resistance, and with one final thrust, she takes all of me until I'm buried deep and my knot swells, locking us in place.
"Fuck yes," I rasp, watching her eyes roll back as she feels me expand, filling every fucking inch of her.
My omega throws her head back, opens her mouth and lets out a crackling, soundless scream.
Though she's locked in place, she rocks her hips, breasts bouncing as she seeks even more friction.
Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, lost in sensation as she chases her pleasure with desperate, hungry grunts.
I didn't even hear Grayson come in, but suddenly he's standing over us. He kneels down, fully clothed, looks us over, almost clinically. Then shoves her knees wider and begins rubbing her clit with flat fingers.
"Oh, fuck," I moan. "Fuck don't stop, don't fuckin' stop," I bellow out, while he works over her clit.
She grips me so fucking tight and keeps making these tiny movements with her pussy walls as she chases her orgasm and she grips my cock so fucking tight I nearly black out.
She screams, fingers clamping down on Grayson's arm while he works her clit, and I fucking lose it.
I'm buried so deep, and then our cum collides inside her.
The orgasm rips through me, white-hot and violent. Shockwaves shoot out of my cock, the pleasure violent and electric. My balls pull up tight, and the explosion never ends. My teeth are burning with venom. My alpha roars, and it takes everything in me not to bite her.
Mona screams violently in my lap, her fingers clawing my legs, slapping randomly, obscene sounds spilling from her mouth and pussy. Grayson is still rubbing her clit, until she can take no more.
We stay locked together, even as she collapses in my lap. Her head comes to my chest, and every few seconds, her whole body twitches.
Grayson releases her, then leans back and sits down on the floor to watch. My heart is jack-hammering inside my ribcage. I've never come so hard in my life. I feel like I lost consciousness.
We don't speak for a while. Eventually, I pull myself up and wrap my arms around Mona. She's passed out, and we're still locked together. I meet Grayson's eyes. He smirks, then gets up and starts making fucking dinner.
I guess this is what life is like now. He cooks around us, while she and I lie here, exhausted. When my knot softens, and our cum spills out of her—so much fucking slick—I'm able to pull her protectively closer to my chest, where she nuzzles and makes cute mewling sounds.
"This is how it's supposed to be," Grayson mutters, mirroring my thoughts.
I grunt in response, lifting my mate, carrying her upstairs. After she changes her clothes, with a serene smile, she crawls back into my arms and says, "You don't mind carrying me around the rest of the night, do you?"
I chuckle, lifting her easily. "I wouldn't have it any other way."