I place my hands on his hips and pick him up, sliding his torso further along the hood. He yelps but otherwise doesn’t resist, instead he lays sprawled across my car. Meek and pliant. Even though his feet are no longer touching the ground.
It’s hard to swallow as I undo my fly. My cock springs out immediately and I groan in relief. Gods, it feels like every drop of my blood is currently filling my cock and there is none left for my brain.
Instincts and urges take over completely and suddenly I’m pushing into his tight, hot hole. He moans, then gasps before wriggling.
“It’s too big!” he whines.
“You were begging for it a minute ago,” I snap. “Make your mind up!”
Stress, lust, pheromones, near death experience, and the full moon have all combined to bring out my inner alphahole. I’m being a jerk, but I need to get my cock inside my omega and his whining is an annoying distraction.
He wails as I sink relentlessly into him. He is so tight and hot and wet. He feels incredible. His soft flesh enveloping my aching cock feels like bliss. Satisfaction surges through me as I fill him completely. I’m in hilt deep and nothing has ever felt better. Pausing to let him adjust to me doesn’t feel like a hardship at all.
He is still whimpering and gasping. I feel bad. He is not the first to struggle to take me. And this is a shitty situation. I’m sure he’d much prefer to be murdering me than bending over for me.
“You like it fast or slow?” I offer.
“How the fuck should I know!” he snarls.
My mind whites out in denial for a brief moment. But his words, together with my earlier musings, lead me to one conclusion.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Your giant cock is in my ass! That’s as far from virgin as you can get!”
“You know what I meant,” I grumble, and it sounds petulant to my own ears.
Fuck. Despite his avoidance of the question it’s quite clear he is, I mean, was, a virgin. I’ve never popped anyone’s cherry before. The magnitude of it feels daunting. It’s a life altering thing that can’t be undone. I’ve changed him forever. He will remember me always.
“None of your hunter friends ever fuck you?” I snap as my denial of the situation takes over once more. How is he a virgin? He is beautiful. Combined with alluring omega pheromones he would give out even when not in heat, as well as being far too small to defend himself, I just can’t comprehend how no one has taken him.
“Do you fuck your pets?” he bites snidely.
His words are like arrows to my heart. Pet? The hunters treated him like a pet? It’s too awful to comprehend, but I don’t know why I am shocked. Hunters are cruel and vile. Twisted humans who hate every paranormal with a passion that’s frightening in its intensity. Being raised by them would be sheer hell on earth. I can’t deal with the thought of it. It’s too dark, too twisted.
Luckily a distraction soon comes to save my sanity, as a noise comes out of his throat that doesn’t sound like discomfort at all. His wriggling changes. His body has adjusted to my intrusion and his heat is taking over once more. He wants me. His body is calling to mine. My hips slowly roll in answer to his needy cry and now I’m lost to my own urges. I’m fucking him and he is loving it.
He howls through an orgasm but I keep on pummeling, desperately seeking my own release. I am nothing but primal pleasure. My peak hits me hard enough to make me see stars. My cock pumps my seed into his ass and my knot starts to form.
Fuck. It’s not at all surprising that I’m knotting. I’ve never been more aroused in my life and it’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of an omega. But it’s not ideal for his first time.
Sure enough, he starts whimpering and not in a good way. His fingers scramble for purchase on the smooth hood of the car. He tries to pull away. I tighten my grip on his hips.
“Hey, hey, stay still or you will hurt yourself.”
He pays me no heed at all. Instead, he starts to flail about in earnest, trying to get away from me. All the wriggling tugs on my knot, lodged deep inside him. I groan. He shrieks.
“Shh, shh,” I say as I run a soothing hand down his back. “Just breathe. I know it’s intense, but you are an omega, you can take it.”
“What is it?” he wails, sounding so distressed that it breaks my heart. He really knows nothing. Right now my victim theory seems very likely and here I am buried in his ass, locked to him with my knot.
“It’s my knot. All alphas have them. It will go down in a minute. You just need to stay calm.”
I continue to stroke his back and to make soothing noises, all while keeping a death grip on his hip with my other hand. If he really tries to pull off of me, he will tear himself badly.
He lets out a sob and gives up his fight, collapsing bonelessly against the car hood. I stroke his back as tenderly as I can.
“We are stuck together? Like dogs?” he whispers, sounding horrified.
