Page 17 of Desperate Omega

As the storm of my climax passes, I look down at the alpha lying beneath me. He’s still sound asleep, completely oblivious to what just happened, totally clueless about how good he just made me feel.

And yet, as good as that orgasm felt, it seems to have done little to quell my heat.

If anything, it has only made things worse.

I need more.

My hard nipples push painfully against the tight confines of my top. I try to untie it, but my heat-crazed fingers fumble with the laces. With a growl of annoyance, I draw the obsidian dagger from the sheath on Markus’s thigh, and slice the laces open, not caring that I’m damaging my garment. Tomorrow, I’ll probably be upset with myself for doing that, but right now all that matters is getting these clothes off.

My clothes, and Markus’s too.

I toss my top away and groan with satisfaction as my bare breasts make contact with the warm night air. Then I stand and remove my loincloth. Thankfully, I’m able to get that piece of clothing off without needing to use the knife.

Now it’s the alpha’s turn.

I kneel between his muscular thighs and bow my head over his loincloth and the long bulge that just made me come so hard. I’m tempted to use the knife on that loincloth too, but I figure Markus might be angry at me if I do that, so I slip his dagger back into its sheath and set to work untying the knot on his hip.

When it’s undone, I pull cloth aside, and his cock rises to greet me.

I stare wide-eyed at that long, naked shaft limned in the pale silver moonlight filtering in through the windows. Thick veins twine over its surface like vines on a column, and the plump, rounded head of it glistens wetly from the fluid leaking out of the tip. My heart races at the sight of it. My mouth waters. My core flutters with excitement.

None of the artificial tools I lost in the fire could ever compare to Markus’s perfect anatomy. Some of those tools were bigger, and some were specially shaped for a woman’s pleasure, but none of them could compete with the real thing, hard and hot and alive.

I dip my face and brush my cheek against it like a cat. Markus’s dirty alpha scent fills my lungs. I lick my lips and whimper.

This, says my inner omega. This is what we need. This.

My fingers wrap themselves around his girth, and I stroke him, slow and deep, all the way down to the base of his shaft, and all the way up again, to his leaking tip. A thin, slippery serum bubbles out of him, staining my fingers, and adding some lubrication to my stroking. The alpha purrs happily in his sleep.

He likes it. Markus likes the way I’m playing with his cock. He wants to come.

So do I.

I climb onto Markus’s lap and straddle him again. His erection presses against me. I work my hips forward, until his cock is lying flat against his lower abdomen, and my lips are nestled against the underside of his shaft. I can feel his pulse thumping against my wet vulva.

I start to ride him again, not taking him inside me—I’m not ready for that yet—just sliding my cleft back and forth along his rigid length. Warm slick pours out of me, lubricating every hard inch of him, and I feel his pulse quicken, and my own quickens to match his pace.

“Markus,” I whisper.

His eyes are still closed, but when I look closely, I can see them moving behind their lids. The alpha is dreaming. How much of the real world is bleeding into those dreams, I wonder? Can he hear me when I talk to him? Can he hear me talking dirty?

“You feel so good, Markus. You’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me come with your hard cock.”

The alpha grunts softly. His muscles tense ever so slightly. His shaft twitches beneath my sliding sex.

“Do you want to come with me, Markus? I want to see it. I want to see what it looks like when you come.”

Another, softer grunt.

I can feel a second climax building inside me, and I sense that this one will be even bigger than the first. Bigger, because this time we are touching skin on skin, heat on heat. We’re not quite mating, not really, but we’re close, we’re so fucking close.

“Come with me, Markus,” I whisper. “Show me. Please. I want to see it.”

The sleeping alpha purrs from deep within his chest, a low rumbling sound that vibrates deep into my core. The base of his shaft expands, forming the thick knot that would lock our bodies together if he were inside me. I focus all of my attention onto that hard bulb and grind against it harder, deeper, faster.

“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes, Markus! Oh Source, yes yes yes…

The alpha’s cock pulses beneath me, and semen erupts from his tip, covering his stomach in long white ropes. The sight of that sticky climax sets off my own release, and I come all over Markus’s knot, shuddering and moaning as the intense orgasm works its way through my system.