Her heat is ramping up again, the sweet scent thickening in the air until it’s all I can breathe. It makes my cock leak and ache, a steady, demanding throb that begs for relief. But the omega doesn't move.
She stays on the other side of the bed, fighting her own biology with a silent, stubborn strength. I'm fucking floored by her willpower. Any other omega would be crawling across the mattress by now, begging to be knotted. But not her.
She's so fucking strong.
A scream tears from Tansy’s throat, and she immediately curls into a tight ball, whimpering as she rides out another cramp.
The sound is like a knife in my gut, making my entire body surge with a primal desire to launch myself across the bed, pin her down, and fuck her hard.
To claim, bite, mate until she’s screaming my name.
Thank god my knee is still throbbing, a sharp, grounding pain from the short walk from the bathroom. It’sthe only thing holding me back from doing exactly what my instincts demand.
“Tansy.” My voice is strained, rough with the force I’m using to stay in place. Every muscle in my body is locked in a battle against my own instincts. “Omega, look at me.”
Slowly, Tansy lifts her head, her dark eyes glassy with pain and confusion. I grip my cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, a clear invitation.
“Stop fighting it,” I growl softly. “Come and get what you need.”
Tansy shakes her head, but she’s still staring at my cock like she’s in a trance, her gaze fixed and unwavering. I can see the war in her eyes, the desperate fight to maintain control, but I’m determined to break it.
I jerk myself slower, squeezing my shaft hard, pushing a bead of precum to the tip. Tansy licks her lips at the sight of it, her soft body angling forward.
Let go, sweet girl,I silently tell her.Come and get what you need.
Trying to tempt her, I swipe my thumb through the slick fluid, playing with the sticky strings that stretch between my finger and my cockhead.
“Fuck, it’s so hard,” I groan, my voice low and rough. “So hard for you, omega.” I palm my balls with my other hand, rolling them in my palm as I start stroking myself faster this time. “Imagine how good it would feel buried deep inside that tight little pussy.”
Tansy’s frozen in place, her eyes locked on my cock. I keep squeezing my cock, keep pushing up my precum, making it trickle down the sides and over my fingers. Tansy swallows hard, her soft mouth slowly falling open as she watches me jerkoff.
“You want it, don’t you?” I tease her as I lift my hips off the bed, fucking my fist in a desperate rhythm.
It feels so fucking good.
I haven't gotten off since I was injured, and it feels un-fucking-believable.
My body needs it.
The sensation keeps building as my hand moves faster. It’s slow and relentless, every nerve lighting up as my body remembers exactly how to do this. My eyes close and I let out a soft moan as my body winds up, the pleasure coiling tight in my spine, drawing me closer, tighter, right to the edge.
I savor it, the ache and the pressure. The promise of release.
But right before I can come, the bed suddenly shifts beneath me as Tansy moves, and my eyes snap back open. I feel the wet heat of her mouth on my cock before my vision can even focus.
The shock of her mouth is electric, a wet, perfect heat that steals the air from my lungs. It’s a frantic, sloppy blow job, all beautiful desperation and no technique.
Her hands shake as she grips my shaft, shoving my thick cock into her mouth with a choked gasp. Her lips stretch wide around my girth, and I can’t stop the deep, guttural moan that rumbles in my chest when she begins to bob her head, taking me as deep as she can.
She swallows me down until my crown taps the back of her throat. She chokes, jerking back for one quick moment, before forcing my dick back into her mouth.
Moving slowly so I don’t scare her, I bring one hand up to the back of her head, ready to pull back at the first sign of resistance. I cup the back of her skull, and she thankfullydoesn't react; she moans around my length. I grip a handful of her dark, still-wet hair, guiding her a little deeper with each movement, showing her the rhythm I need.
"Fuck, that's it," I groan, my voice thick with praise. "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. Taking me so well."
Her moan vibrates around my shaft, and the pleasure is almost enough to make me lose my fucking mind.
"You want to ride it?" I ask, my voice a rough rasp. "You want to be in control?"
