Circling her hips to catch his cock again, needing to sink down onto something, the ferocious snarl in her throat when he pulled his hips back died the instant he reached between them and shoved his fingers straight into her aching core.
There was no thrusting but deliberate pressure on the roof of her cunt, those digits within her pressing at the walls of her sheath, seeking the swollen, tender flesh he could pluck like a harp.
The dark magic of his thick, nudging digits rubbing at her insides never stopped, but the feel of somethingmorefinally followed. A breach that began with a prod at the fingered mouth of her cunt. A slow, antagonizing pressure that moved through the slippery flow of slick.
Stuffed three fingers full, the bulbous head of Beta cock bore against her opening.
Pain would come from such a stretch; it always had. Knowledge of this went to war with her pleasure-drunk psyche. She began to tense, to mew. To move her hips as if they might wriggle that fullness away. “I can’t!”
Omega muscles clenched to keep him out, but were ineffective with his fingers there to open her up, to show her she could handle more.
He penetrated.
Yet… it did not hurt.
Slow as he was, shallow, sharp thrusts let her learn just what those ridges and rings could do. Brenya was made to feel, to recognize, that there was no suffering. That he was speaking soft words to her in her panic, coaxing his mate to heed that his arms were safe.
She couldn’t bring herself to look between them, neck arched so the blood-red ceiling filled her gaze. Lips came to her exposed throat. A nip on the mark that made her insides flutter and pulse. A sucking kiss to her upturned nipple, a gentle bite to the fleshy underside of her breast.
A thumb in her belly button, working in a clockwise motion, seemed to wind her up like a clock, building pressure in her sex as Beta cock sank deeper in her core while his fingers fluttered at the roof of her cunt.
Kneeling between her trembling thighs, sweet female hips propped on the pillows he’d prepared so he could do all of this at his leisure, Jules’s fingertips tickled secret places Jacques would never dream to explore.
And he continued to thrust forward, inch by inch.
When at long last his cock was fully seated, Brenya was initiated by a master into the secrets of how a Beta properly fuck a needy Omega. Her chest thrust up, head thrown back, she felt him gently urge her right leg to hook his waist, hitched her left to butterfly, opening her so the fingers still jammed inside her could fan back and forth, massaging more diligently than a stationary, pulsating knot ever could.
Jules thrust slowly, creating more than the feeling of a knot, more than the feeling of a huge cock. Seducing with texture and technique. Softly spoken filth, and true fondness. Moving like a dance, working at her nerves until she sang.
No Alpha could do this; their anatomy would never allow it with a knot in the way. But Jules? He could offer her two pleasures at once, exponentially greater ecstasy to endure.
It wasn’t another climax that shimmered through her veins. Jules was careful not to push her that far too soon, but it built just as beautifully. Thawed where icy fear had scratched. Restored her, banishing the last of Jacques’s fervent wrath, drawing her full attention while Jules’s lips roamed where they would.
She tried to urge him on, rocking her hips against such perfection, wanting him to spill. But he refused.
“Your first time should be slow. There is no need to rush this, my darling. There… good. Move your hips this way if you like the pressure here.” The fingers inside her pressed east and west, wrapping the sides of his cock to stretch her, teasing in a way that was decadent and sweet. “Or rock like this, if you’d rather feel sharper pleasure here.” He hooked his touch and pulled upward on her pelvis, prodding the place behind her pubic bone until slick squelched out between his fingers.
It was too much, her clit trying to retract inside its hood.
To show her what more he could offer, the meat of his palm pressed against the little nub, working her from the inside and outside at once.
Toes curled, her eyes finally flashed to his, to see him watching with pure lust as he studied her every reaction.
He was devastatingly beautiful unclothed, the swirling tattoos on his chest the most striking math she had ever seen. Tracing the patterns with shaking fingertips just like he’d shown her earlier,she tried. Explored the hard muscles of his arms, the ripping flesh of his abdomen, the strength of his back and buttocks.
She touched him in a way she had never touched Jacques… no halfhearted pats. No memorized strokes up and down.
Smiling over her, thrusting slow, measured, and fully in control, he purred, “Come as many times as you wish. Let him feel it, all the things I’m going to do to you. I want to watch.”
“Watch?”
All it took was a flick of his wrist, and she was there, a pulsation of pleasure built in her belly, compelling Omega cunt to squeeze around him in a way that would have forced the bloom of Alpha knot. As her insides wrung Jules’s cock, he worked the circling thumb at her naval more deeply, but remained gentle as the fingers in her sheath waved forward and back, as if beckoning her to give him every ounce of her joy, undulating in time with it all.
Breath coming in short pants, mouth open and eyes wide, Brenya could offer little more than strangled female noises, a shimmering, strange vibration in her throat—a song, a hum, cut with cries and gasps. Milking him with all her strength, her body begged for cum, tried to squeeze it out of him, and the melody became more than music; it became a truelittle death.
Climax subsided, soft and gentle, as if it hadn’t just ravaged her with its ferocity. But it was not complete. Despite the workings of her body over his cock, what she needed, Jules had not been compelled to provide.
Ejaculate.
