Nixie’s emerald eyes flutter closed, and her head lolls forward, nuzzling into my chest. A deep sigh gusts from her lips, then the stress she’s carrying leaves her body. My girl’s muscles melt into mine, and I raise my hands and rub soothing circles over her back. The soft press of her against my hard muscles has my cock straining, creating a tent in my pants that’s hard to ignore.
“Why is it always my first instinct to get upset with you?” she asks, her voice tiny and vulnerable. Still holding her tight against me, I gather her up and lift her into my arms.
“Mama, you’re not used to having anyone to rely on. You’ve been doing it all, carrying the burdens of life on your own for so long.Toolong. But it’s hard to let go of them. To trust in others. You had to build your walls up to protect yourself and Asher.” She rests her head in the crook of my neck, and I wait, swaying back and forth with her slight form in my arms.
“You’re putting deep cracks in those walls. But I’m scared to let them fall.” She whispers the words like a prayer. My omega needs comfort, and I’m just the Alpha for the job. After a quick glance around, I carry her over to the couch, settling her in my lap. Nixie presses her face against me. Sensing what she needs, I pull a fluffy blanket from the back of the couch and bundle it around her, trying to block out the world.
“I’ll always be there to protect you. To fortify your walls and never let them crumble.” Nixie hums, snuggling deep into the soft fabric and pressing against me. Her hot core bumps my thick, aching cock, and her hips give an involuntary wiggle. I bite my tongue to keep in my groan, but there’s no hiding how badly I want her.
“What am I going to do with you two?” she teases, her hand wandering along my chest, getting lower until she’s tracing my abs through my thin T-shirt. Rubbing her cheek against my shoulder, she scent-marks me, and my heart leaps. It’s not quite a bite, but I love her ownership. Nixie wriggles again, slowly dragging her warm pussy over my clothed shaft.
“I think you know just what to do with us… anything your heart desires.” My voice is raspy as I run my fingers through her smooth, shiny hair, playing with the silken strands, then inching my way down her body until my palm fits against her lower back.
She lets out a breathy pant, the heat of her breath blowing across my skin, awakening every nerve ending. Using a bit of pressure, she grinds against me, and I arch to meet her.
“God, you smell so good,” I growl, my tongue darting out to lick along her neck. She drops her head, giving me more access, and I take it, eager for the taste of her. My, my, what a turn this has taken. Once an angry omega, Nixie now seems pretty dang happy, and I am more than willing to be whatever she needs.
While her hips move in rapid circles, I fist her hair, lifting her chin until our lips crash together. Raspberry flavor floods my mouth, sending me to a heaven only she can create.
Her slick soaks through her jeans, wetting mine, and I want nothing more than to tear them from her body. She must be on the same wavelength because moments later, low keening whimpers begin in her throat.
“More, Alpha. Please.” Her motions grow frantic, and I am completely undone, willing to give her anything.
“Can I taste you, omega? Put my tongue inside you and drink your nectar straight from the source?” Her body shudders at my dirty talk, and she cries out, grinding harder.
“Only if I can taste you at the same time,” she whines, bouncing up and down in search of pleasure. Now that’s a dream I’m more than happy to make a reality, but it’s going to takesome shifting. With a firm grasp on her waist, I lift her, and she throws her legs around me, tightening them like an anaconda. I keep her close to my body and move swiftly through the apartment to my bedroom.
Urgency builds within me, my inner beast pulses, rising to the surface.
Claim. Mark. Breed.
Feral desire washes through me, hazing my sight. I’m on the edge of a rut, ready to take my omega with me right into oblivion. With a rough kiss, I lower her gently to the ground, wanting to tear off every stitch of material keeping us apart.
Her eyes widen when they fall on mine. “Clothes off. Now,” I nearly bark, but manage to curb the command in my tone at the last second. Fortunately, she’s just as ready as I am, and in seconds, we both have our clothing in piles. One day, maybe I’ll have the iron-clad control to unwrap her like the glorious gift she is, but I’m too worked up.
My tongue and her pussy have a date. Right. Fucking. Now.
“Offer me that pretty pussy,” I demand, prowling forward, until she backs onto the bed. Her breath quickens, and the scent of raspberries saturates my bedroom. Her eyes glaze over with desire at my commands. Nixie wants this as much as I do.
“Your cock. My mouth,” Nixie insists, staring at the pre-cum dribbling from my angry tip. Her tongue flicks out, as though trying to taste me in the air, and the need pulsing from her body undoes me. I grip her waist and quickly flip us so that she is straddling my face and staring at my cock. Her perfect pink cunt hovers over me, a feast for a king.
With a wanton gasp, she flattens on top of me, reaching for my dick with reckless abandon. Nixie takes me into her mouth, the velvet heat surrounding my throbbing head, and my knot pulses, primed to give her what she wants. Pleasure tingles along the base of my spine, my balls already hard and drawn up.
Get it together. Fuck.
“Slow down there, Mama. First, this pussy is mine. And I’m fucking famished.” My hands hold her hips, tugging until her slick drips down my face. Fuck, yes. Smothering myself in her soaked cunt, I hold her still and drink her in like a feral beast. Slick coats my nose and chin, shocking me with the succulent taste of raspberries. My brain is completely offline as I devour every inch of her. My tongue takes over, lapping at her clit until she’s a mindless mess before gliding in and out of her core.
She moans as I drive her higher and higher toward an orgasm, making her body shake with every one of my ministrations. Nixie screams her pleasure around my cock, desperately sucking while consumed by her own passion. The vibrations threaten to make me come, but my primal nature insists that my release be within her, my cock choked by her velvet walls, knot buried deep. But before I can thrust myself deep inside, she needs to come all over my face. I need her loose and primed for the fucking I’m about to deliver.
Pulling her off my face an inch, I demand, “Come for me, omega. Drench me in your slick, and when you’re screaming my name, I’m going to drive myself into your tight little pussy.” My voice is a command, and I add a small amount of bark. Just enough to allow her omega to surrender to my Alpha. With a sharp cry that echoes around the room, she flies over the edge. Nixie’s core pulses, and then gushes as she screams, drenching me in her glorious slick. My omega’s needy pussy tries to clamp down, but only finds emptiness, and she whines, pleasured but not fully satiated.
Her body aches to stretch around my thick Alpha knot.
“More, Alpha! Fuck me, please,” she cries. After pressing a last kiss to her sensitive core, I release her hips and flip us, pressing her onto the bed. Nixie’s body is flushed and glowing. There’s never been a more beautiful sight in my life
“Are you going to take my knot, omega?” I growl, staring into her hazy emerald eyes. “Gonna rut you so hard that your orgasms never stop.”
She nods, opening her legs and reaching down, using her fingers to spread her puffy lower lips, offering herself to me. Her already sensitive flesh pulses, begging for my touch.
