“You want me to change my whole fucking life to be with you, Jamie.” He growls. “Then we do it my way. My life just got turned upside down. I meant what I said, I never wanted alphas or a pack. And one was forced onto me. It’s going to take time, okay?”
“Why don’t you want alphas?” I ask, genuinely curious to why he's so against them.
“Control.” He growls. “They take control. To be in charge. They’re naturally dominant. I don’t submit. I might be an omega, but sexually, I like to be in charge.”
I blink. And blink. And blink. Before I snort out a laugh. “Well fuck me. Why didn’t you say so? Baby, you know that we like it both ways, right?” I grin wide. “Who’s ass do you think my packmates take out all their pent up energy and anger on?” I wiggle my eye brows.
“Wait, really?” he asks, brows furrowing together.
“Oh yeah.” I purr, running my fingers down his chest as I drop to my knees in front of my gorgeous omega.
His perfume bursts free, filling the space around me. I groan, my cock painfully hard against my slacks.
My eyes drop to the bulge in front of me and I groan again. “Look at you.” I moan, rubbing my face against his erection. “So fucking big.”
“Jamie.” Beckham rasps, want thick in his voice.
“Let me help you.” I reach for the buttons on his slacks. Pulling his cock free, it falls forward, hanging hot and heavy in my hand. My mouth waters as I curse. He’s big. Really fucking big. God, he would feel so fucking good stretching my ass as he pounded into me. “Let’s suck this gorgeous cock and drink you down.”
My eyes flick up to Beckham and a zap of pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my cock. His eyes are nearly black, his chest rising and falling quickly as I nearly choke on his perfume.
“You want my cock?” Beckham growls, reaching down to grab a handful of my hair. Pain splinters over my scalp and my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck.” I moan. “Yes. Please. Let me suck your cock.”
“Look at you on your knees,” he groans out. “So fucking needy for my dick. You're a little cock slut aren't you?”
“Yes. So fucking yes.” I nod eagerly.
“Open your fucking mouth, Alpha. Be a good fucking boy and take your omega.”
I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out, sitting pretty like the good boy he wants me to be.
This is so damn erotic. All I need is one brush of my cock and I’d be coming in my pants right now. So I make good use of my hands and grip his thick thighs.
Beckham grips his cock, tapping the tip against my tongue. His precum has my taste buds exploding and I groan. I want more. I want it all.
“Pretty little slut,” he murmurs in awe before slapping me across the face with his cock. Holy mother of god. My ballstighten, my knot aches. This man. This omega. He’s so fucking perfect. And he’s all ours.
He places his cock on my tongue giving me a hungry, almost cruel look before he thrusts forward.
I can’t help but gag as he forces me to deepthroat him. “Oh fuck.” He groans, almost as if he’s in pain.
He buries his cock all the way down my throat, holding it there. I inhale deeply through my nose, smelling his musty scent and fucking moan like the needy little bitch I am for this man.
Beckham growls and fuck who knew omegas growling was such a turn on.
The look in his eyes is almost feral as he pulls all the way back before thrusting in again. I gag, I can’t help it. He’s so fucking big my lips are almost stretched to the max to accommodate him.
Whenever I finally get him in my ass, I know I’m going to need days, if not weeks to recover. I can’t fucking wait.
Beckham lets loose as he starts to fuck my face. I do my best to try and suck and lick, but he’s too far gone. He knows what he wants and he’s going to take it.
I let him, loving that he’s using me. He can use me any time, anywhere.
My body hums with need, my cock begging me to touch it, but I don’t. This is about my omega. About me showing that I can give up control for him if that's what he needs.
“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it,” he demands, groaning. “Fucking take it, Jamie.”
