Page 22 of Desperate Omega

“Hey,” I whisper. “Can you hear me?”

No response.

Source, that medicine he swallowed last night must have been pretty potent. That’s a good thing. If he woke up now and smelled how strong my heat has become, I don’t think he would be able to restrain himself.

But he’s still asleep, and his body is still mine to explore.

I decide to check his mouth next. I don’t even bother to look for a piercing hole, I just start right away by brushing my lips against his. Then I work my way down his perfect body, kissing every inch of his hard muscles and hot skin. I linger over his nipples, and I feel them harden between my sucking lips. I love the way the alpha’s body responds to my touch, even when he is sleeping.

I have to admit, it feels more than a little dirty to be doing this to him while he sleeps, but he did give me permission last night. He told me to use his body however I needed, and right now I need to put my mouth on every single part of him.

I move lower and circle the rim of his navel with the tip of my tongue.

“You taste so good,” I whisper.

Markus groans softly in response, but his eyes remain closed. The muscles of his abdomen twitch and shudder. His cock jumps, and the pungent smell of his precum fills the air. My heat burns stronger inside me.

Before I’m even fully aware of what I’m doing, I have his hard cock inside my mouth, and I’m bobbing my head with slow, steady strokes, using my lips and tongue to moisten his long, hard shaft. I take him as deep as my inexperience allows, and when I finally draw myself off him, my eyes are burning and my cheeks are wet with tears. I wipe the dribbles of saliva from my chin.

“You taste so good,” I murmur. “Source, how do you taste so fucking good?”

Markus doesn’t answer. He can’t.

Part of me regrets that, but I know it’s for the best. This way I can cure my heat without surrendering, without submitting. This way I get to be in control.

I climb onto Markus’s lap and straddle his hips.

What I did with him last night is not going to be enough. My heat is too strong this morning, and my need is too intense. It is burning deep within me now, an ache in need of soothing, an itch that needs to be scratched—and it’s in a place where only an alpha’s long, hard cock can reach.

With my right hand, I grip the base of his shaft to hold it steady. I raise my hips until my entrance is positioned directly over his tip. I draw one deep breath to steel my nerves, and then…

I lower myself onto him.

I exhale in a long moan as Markus fills me. My slick is practically pouring out of me at his point, and in spite of how big he is, he enters me with ease. His girth stretches me, and it hurts a little, but the pain is nothing compared to the satisfaction of finally having him inside me, hard and hot and alive.

“Oh Source,” I whisper. “Markus, you feel so good.”

His face shows no response, but his cock bucks inside me, and in my heightened state of arousal, that simple sensation is almost enough to make me come. I gasp and brace my hands against his hard body as my walls flex and flutter around his thick shaft.

“Oh Source…”

I start to move my hips, rocking my pelvis on top of Markus’s unconscious body the way I did last night. Only this time, I am not merely grinding myself against him. This time, I am riding him for real. He is inside me, and I can feel every detail of his perfect cock as it slides in and out of my wet pussy.

It feels amazing.

I think I’ve finally found the solution to my problem, and I’m already beginning to look forward to my future heats. From now on, whenever I feel my estrus coming on, I’ll meet with Markus here in our secret place, and he will put himself to sleep so I can use his beautiful body to satisfy my needs. I get to enjoy all the pleasures of mating without having to endure the shame of being dominated. It’s the best of both worlds.

But only if Markus agrees, of course.

I have a feeling he will.

As the ache inside me starts to fade, my movements become bolder, and I take him deeper, letting him fill me completely. With every stroke, his tip nudges against the entrance of my womb, sending hot sparks of pleasure spiraling deep into my core. The sensation is strange, almost like being tickled from the inside, but I don’t want it to stop. I want it to keep going. I want to feel it again, and again, and again.

“Fuck me, Markus,” I whisper. “Fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

The alpha stirs softly beneath me, but doesn’t wake.

I ride him harder, bouncing on his lap, and the mausoleum echoes with the wet sounds of our mating. I can feel an orgasm growing inside me, like the gathering of the morning twilight before the sun breaks over the rim of the world.