A dying echo of reason is so faint in the background, making me feel like if this is how my body relaxes, then I’m just going to give in. It’s who Iamas an omega. I’m so tired of fighting, and he smells so fucking good.
Judge grabs my chin and returns his mouth to mine, kissing me with enough intensity that our teeth graze at times, and I’m obsessed with this. I moan more, and he eventually releases a slow, low grumble of pleasure.
He’s very determined to get our clothes off after that, and honestly, so am I. Once his large cock is free, hard, and standing to attention, and I smell the headiness of it, I can feel that chemical switch in my brain where the omega fully takes over.
“You know this was so much easier when it was just me, myself, and I taking care of my needs,” I say, looking over a body I probably even dreamed about during some heats. “Trusting you is terrifying.”
His eyes flare, and it feels good to me for some reason. He grabs my thighs and pulls hard so I flop onto my back. “I am your alpha, Diana. If you want pleasure, it willalwayscome from me. You’ll see that trusting me is the last thing you ever have to worry about.”
“Maybe I’ll just start messing with myself when you’re not here to prove a point,” I retort, slightly shocked at my brattiness. The last time I felt this aggressive with him, we were in thatbreeding house after those engagers. It’s like I want him to tame me, or some wild shit.
He tilts his head like he’s fascinated. “Isthatwhat you want to do?”
“I don’t know!” I yell out. “I feel crazy, and out of control, and I just want to give all that worry to someone else!” I confess.
He growls immediately, and my body cramps. Judge reaches between my thighs, two of his fingers plunging in with ease as he crooks a finger right where his knot would be. My eyes roll. He grins with triumph. “Fucking you is the sweetest thing I’ve ever come across. Feeling your body shake with pleasure as my knot fills you is a placeno onewill ever take.”
The primal side of me soars with pleasure as he growlsagain. Holy fuck, he’s messing with my mind, with the hormones I can’t deny or stop. Just the notion that an alpha—myalpha—would love anything about me is like a plant finally receiving water after trying to be fed coffee its whole life. The concept wraps around my soul, and I nearly want to cry.
No one is going to hurt me with him around.
My world is black as I keep my eyes closed, removing his face from my mind as I let my body rise to the orgasm that he coaxes with just his fingers. He growls again, finger fucking me. His thumb rubs my clit, and I reach out to grab him, his body divine.
He plants his other hand next to my head, that massive arm balancing his body as he leans in my ear with his fingers still pumping in and out of me, kissing the skin. “You can’t close your eyes forever, darling.”
Then his fingers are gone, replaced with the sensation of something much larger that grazes against my clit before sliding down as he pierces me with his cock, holding my legs wide, shoving as far in as my body will take him. My eyes open to look down, obsessed with the image of not being able to see asingle inch of his dick because I’m currently full of him. “You want to touch yourself? Go ahead. Do it.”
“No,” I say, not even considering the idea.
“You’re going to come on my cock, and you’ll be the one to do it.” He’s moved both of his arms on either side of me, perched on his elbows.
I can’t do it. I’m too shy. “You’re too close.”
He purrs, his shoulders and traps flexed with ease to hold himself like this. “Touch yourself, Diana.”
I slide my hand down my stomach, grazing against my clit, my fingers so close to his cock that’s inside of me. I mindlessly squeeze him with my pussy, and he groans.
“Good omega. You’ll touch that pretty, pink pussy of yours for me.” He rocksjustenough to stimulate himself. “You want to deny me, but you’re soaking and nowhere near your heat. You have to admit thatIturn you on.Myknot is what makes your body fall apart so beautifully.”
I’m honestly shamelessly turned on. Because he is my scent match, I actually havepermissionto want this.
I start to moan and cover my mouth, to which he swiftly balances himself on one arm to rip my hand away, pinning it to the side. He’s winning here, and he knows it. And I’m so fucking weak to him. It’s disturbing how turned on I am, how I’m starting to like the sight of his blown-out pupils and the details of his face.
I even want him to kiss me again.
I slow down, not leaning into the feeling. Can I really do this? Masturbate while Judge is fucking me? That—I don’t know. It feels like the final piece of my old self leaving me.
“Don’t stop,” he commands, pressing deeper. “You’re so tight and wet, Diana. There’s no alpha you’re saving yourself for because Iamhim. Come for me. Come for yourmate.”
Something deep inside of me needed to hear that, and I can feel it rising. Every time he bosses me around, it makes mewetter, and I continue to rub small circles. He grips my wrist harder. “That’s it, beautiful.That’sit.”
The nickname does me in. It’s so intimate and unexpected, and I come right on him as he roars with triumph. As my hips buck upward, hoping to feel his knot, he rocks his hips aggressively, a rhythm purely for his own pleasure. He gives a final thrust forward, rocking me back as I feel him pulsate, that knot locking him to me. He lowers his head, his scruff against my cheek, kissing along my neck. I moan, stretching my head to the side, spreading my legs further as if it might help him fit even just an inch more.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands into my skin.
I’m so high on whatever the fuck this is that I mumble out, “I’m yours, Judge.”
As he removes his other hand, his body weight is on me as his hand slides up, cupping my breast before continuing to my chin, moving my head around like there’s not even a point to me resisting. His breath is in my ear. “Tell me I’m yourmate.”
