He drags his tongue between my folds, from my cunt to my clit, licking and teasing the sensitive nub. My hips rock up against his mouth, but he holds me down with one hand while pumping into my cunt with the other.
I can’t thrash, can’t writhe. I can only take what he gives me, each pass of his tongue over my clit, each thrust of his fingers in my needy sex. He angles his hand so his knuckles brush my sensitive estrus gland, the tips of his fingers massaging that maddening spot on my front wall. His every movement is slow, measured. He doesn’t rush, though I’m desperate for him to take me over the edge, to make me come and claim me. Saints, I want this alpha to pin me down and work his knot inside of me until I beg and plead for mercy.
He sucks my clit between his lips and lashes it with his tongue and I come with a scream, slick gushing from my cunt as I spasm around his fingers. He doesn’t let me come down from my orgasm, continuing to flick his tongue against my clit and work his fingers inside me until the sensation is too much, my pleasure too sharp and desperate. Just when I don’t think I can take any more pleasure, when I think I’m too sensitive to bear his touch any longer, he draws his fingers from my cunt and pumps one slick-soaked finger into my ass.
I come, flying apart, my ass pulsing around his finger as my cunt squeezes around nothing. I thrash, whipping my head back and forth as he keeps licking. Each pass of his tongue is too much, pleasure and pain crashing through me.
“You can take more,” he growls against my pussy, stretching me open with a second finger. He draws away from my clit, slicking his tongue through my folds, sucking and teasing as he fucks my ass with two fingers. But he gives me no real reprieve. I’m still strung out on sharp, needy desire, and when he scissors his fingers in my ass, stretching me, and sucks my clit hard between his lips, I come up off of the mattress, grinding against his mouth, his fingers. He works his fingers in my ass faster, every slick thrust sending sparks shooting through me.
I break with an uninhibited scream of his name. I chant it like it’s a prayer, as he spears me with his fingers and flicks his tongue over my clit. I crest, and I crest, my cunt fluttering, my keening cry rising higher and higher, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
He rumbles words of praise against my sensitive pussy. “You come so beautifully for me. Do you want me to play with your ass as I fuck you?”
I groan out a needy “yes!” and he draws his fingers from me.
“On your hands and knees for me, omega.”
I roll over quickly, my cunt still pulsing from his attentions, but instead of going to my hands and knees, I brace myself on my forearms, my ass in the air for him. I present myself to him like submissive omegas have presented themselves to alphas for centuries.
“Juniper, fuck, my darling. No. You never have to present for me. Shit, I’ve been too demanding. You?—”
I smile coyly at him over my shoulder and spread my knees apart, putting my glistening pussy on full display for him. “I want to, Ian. Fuck, Ilovewhen you’re demanding. I trust you completely. With my body and my heart.”
He strokes his hand down my back and squeezes one of the globes of my ass.
I press up into his possessive touch with a low, needy whine.
“Fuck, my darling. We were made for each other. Since the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew we were?—”
“Inevitable,” I say.
“Inevitable,” he echoes.
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Iarch my back, thrusting my ass higher. “Fuck me, call me your good girl again, and mate me, Ian. Please.”
“Who’s being demanding now?” he asks, raising a dark brow. “Just for that, I should make you come just from playing with your ass before I give you my cock. You’re lucky I can’t wait to slide into your perfect little cunt.”
I groan, and he doesn’t make me wait. He kneels behind me, rubbing his cock through my folds with one hand while thrusting two fingers back in my ass. He fucks my ass, and he teases me, and just when I’m worried he’ll make good on his wicked, wonderful threat, he sets the head of his cock at my entrance and drives into me, sheathing himself inside of me with one hard snap of his hips.
I whimper into the mattress, feeling so full of him as he pumps his fingers in my ass, plying me and stretching me as I get used to his thickness in my cunt. He sets a steady pace with his fingers and then his hips, alternating strokes in my sex and ass. He pulls my hips back against him, pushing deeper into my cunt until the feeling of him is almost too much, and then withdraws from me until only the head of his cock remains. I try to rock back against him, needing to feel the slick glide of him inside me, but his hand against my hip is firm. I wriggle, trying to feel more of him, but he holds me in place.
He moves his fingers in and out of my back hole and I moan, trying to push back against him.
“Your heat is coming in a few weeks, my darling. Do you want one of your alphas to claim your sweet little ass then? Knot this tight little hole while another of us knots your perfect cunt? You’d be so full of us, unable to move, subject to whatever pleasure we wanted to give you. We could make you come again and again, grinding in your cunt and your ass, stretching you on our knots…”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, I want that. Fuck, alpha, please.”
“You’ll be such a good girl for us, won’t you? But you won’t be able to take one of our knots in your ass unless I stretch you… unless you can take three of my fingers.”
I whine into the mattress, fisting my hands in my blankets. “Ian,” I beg. “Please.Please.”
He thrusts a third finger into my ass just as he drives his cock home inside me, filling me completely. I shatter, muffling my scream in my pillows as I claw at the mattress, frantically moving my hips against him, taking him fast, hard and deep in my cunt and ass until I quake around him again and again. When I’m breathless and boneless, wrung out by too many orgasms, he withdraws his fingers and rolls me onto my back.
He covers me with kisses as I come down from my pleasure, then leaves me for only a moment to grab a warm, wet washcloth. He gently cleans me and his hands and then tosses the cloth aside, before pumping his cock once in his hand.
“Are you ready for me, my darling?”
