I slide a second finger in, which helps, and instinctively I grind myself against those two fingers. A sharp sting echoes through me, and I slide them back out, inspecting them to see how wet I really am.
I blink as desire hits me, along with curiosity. I’d seen plenty of the men at the facility lick their fingers after they’d been inside of me. They always touted how good I tasted, but I didn’t think much of it.
Here, in this cave, there is no one to tell me how good I taste. I slide one finger in my mouth and suck, tasting myself on my tongue.
It’s not terrible. A little tart, a little sweet. My mind wanders to Mr. Blue Eyes. I wonder if he’d like how I taste.
Just the thought of him sliding his finger into his mouth has my insides clenching. With my free hand, I slide not one, not two, but three fingers inside of myself while I clean off the other fingers in my mouth.
I close my eyes, imagining it’s not my hand between my legs, but his.
Imagine what his tongue would look like rolling over his fingers, the sounds he’d make.
You taste so fucking good, Auryn.
My orgasm teases me, but it’s so far away still. I pull my fingers from my mouth and slide them beneath my panties as I search for my clit. When I find it, it’s already swollen and sensitive. I pull it between my fingers while thrusting against my other hand until I feel the faint stirrings of that orgasm, inching ever closer.
I get lost in my wandering thoughts, in the feel of my tight warmth and the heat.
The heat is…
Gods, it fucking hurts, but it also feels maddeninglygood.I need to come, I need–
A knot.
I close my eyes as my body tenses.
I need to feel the stuff, thick swell I’ve only heard of. I need to know what it feels like to be knotted, to have that fullness inside me, bound by pleasure and feeling until I’m nothing but a ball of fucking nerves and sensations.
My orgasm pulls away, knowing there is nothing here for us. No knot, no Mr. Blue Eyes, no thick cock that can breed me.
“No, no, no…” I whine as the desire recedes, leaving me wet, aching, and angry.
I pump my fingers inside of myself faster, harder while I play with my clit, but it’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough.
“Please…” I cry as the tears come of their own volition, because I can’t do this.
And all at once the heat thickens, and the pain is worse. So much fucking worse.
I pull my fingers from my pussy and curl up into a ball, my insides aching.
I cry into the dirt, trying to stifle the agony and the pain of the heat. The tears and sobs ransack me, my pussy aching and clenching for a knot that will never come.
Chapter 5
Gage
An uneasy feeling grips me as I lie in bed drifting off to sleep, a strong sense of panic and dread. I can’t quite pinpoint the cause, but the feeling persists despite me trying to convince myself it’s nothing.
Something’s missing,my alpha tells me.Something she needs.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Is this related to the runaway omega?
I shoot upright, wide awake, and try to tell my alpha to stuff it, but his presence only grows stronger. I feel drawn, pulled towards a distant location, past the cliff and the river, deep into the woods, somewhere so far away that I doubt I could reach it on foot in time. But in time for what? What’s about to happen?
The answer comes to me in the form of a raging hardon, one so sudden and painful it makes me cry out.
