She doesn’t give me any indication of what she’s thinking. She just grabs my towel and opens it before climbing on top of me.
She’s a goddamn mess, her slick and Tate’s cum sticking to her thighs as she straddles me. But I knew this was part of it. When you marry an Omega, you do your fuckin’ research.
I know she isn’t going to be the same sweet Lily she usually is. I mean, she’ll always be like that to me, but going into heat can change a lot about an Omega’s personality. Her body is making all sorts of demands of her, and all she can do is follow her instincts.
Not that it’s hard to give Lily everything she wants, it’s just more crucial right now. So, if I find myself covered in Tate’s jizz; it’s something I just got to live with. In fact, I’ll probably need to wrap my head around getting used to seeing a lot more parts of Tate than I ever imagined.
“What do you need, baby?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer, just slides her wet pussy up and down my cock which is pressed against my stomach. “I’ll seriously never get used to how fuckin’ wet you get.”
She hums but doesn’t reply or stop moving all over me. It’s only then I see it for the marking that it is. I belong to her, and she wants me to know it. I came in here smelling like a mix of scents she doesn’t approve of, but now I’m only going to smell like her, and I guess like Tate.
I think back to all the videos I’ve watched. “That’s right, this room smells like your pack, such a good Omega,” I praise her.
She likes that, leaning down to finally kiss me.
I feel like I can fuckin’ breathe again. I thought I lost her, thought it was all my fault, that I’d never get to hold her again.
Her hand presses down on my wounded arm, causing me to wince. She pulls away and assesses me. Realizing that I’m fine, she goes back to kissing me while avoiding my gunshot wound.
It’s going to be an adjustment to her not speakin’ so much, but I know this isn’t forever.It’s temporary.
I just need to be whatever she needs right now.
“I need to be inside of you. Show me how good you can be for me,” I tease her between kisses like it’s a challenge.
She leans forward enough so she can fist my cock, notching the head at her entrance before slowly sliding down my shaft. Lily presses her hands against my chest, making an effort to not touch my bandaged arm.
She’s so wet that it’s dripped all over my thighs and balls. With every bounce, there’s a smacking noise from how tacky her thighs are with slick. The sound shouldn’t be as fuckin’ hot as it is. I grip her hips tightly as she uses me, taking what she needs from me. She can have every piece of me that’s left to give.
Any piece of me that’s good belongs to her.
A small whine leaves her, and I know she needs more. Her heat just started, and really the only thing that’s going to get her there is a knot.
My backpack is too far away, and there’s no way I can pull out of her right now. She’d probably have a complete meltdown, anyway. Instead, when she lifts, I grab the base of my cock, wrapping my fingers tight around my length and creating a knot with my fist.
She slides back down, pushing me deep inside of her with a satisfied moan. Her pussy grips around my fist, and I won’t lie. It feels like she’s crushing my goddamn hand, but it’s worth it. She gasps at the coolness of my club rings inside of her, and it makes me shudder.
The sensations are nearly too much. With my hand wrapped so tightly around my cock, I’m about to explode, but I need to get her there first.
“You like my club rings inside of you? Don’t you, my pretty wife? Make a mess all over them. Come on, baby, give it to me,” I nearly beg her.
Her pouty lips part on a moan, and her pussy clenches around my fist and cock so tight I’m worried she might break me. But she doesn’t as she shakes and pulsates on top of me. I finally give in, and cum inside of her. I’m grateful for the release, but when she continues riding me I think I might fuckin’ die.
“Baby,” I plead with her, but she doesn’t stop. My toes curl and my back arches with over-sensitivity but she just keeps going. The noises she rips out of me are pathetic and needy as I think of a way to make her stop without causing a meltdown.
“Come here, let me clean you up,” I somehow rasp out.
She mulls the thought over, her hooded eyes meeting mine. Whatever she sees there must bring her some reason as she lifts up off my fist and cock. I inhale and choke back the pain radiating throughout my fist as I stretch my fingers out before grabbing her hips and bringing her pussy to my mouth.
There’s no time to care about tasting myself or how much slick covers my face. All I can think about is how desperately I need to make her feel good, how I need to take away every ounce of pain she’s in.
One of her hands grabs the headboard while the other holds my still-damp hair while she rides my face, taking what she wants.
Lily isn’t gentle or forgiving in the way she takes what she wants from me. Her hips glide back and forth over my mouth, placing my tongue in just the right spot. I do as I promise, cleaning her up and giving her everything she needs.
She puts some weight on my shoulder, but I push through it. I need to prove that I can be what she needs during her heat.
She’s merciless as she grinds on my face until I’m hitting just the right spot, and she shatters on top of me. She just sits there for a moment, and I grab her hips, flipping her onto the bed next to me. She nuzzles up to my chest now that I smell like only her.
