“You’re doing well, little Omega.”
“I’m not an Omega,” she mumbles.
“But you are.” I thrust hard inside her, punctuating my claim. “You were born for this. To be rutted by your Alpha. To coat my cock in your slick. You will take my knot and all of my cum. Then I will allow you to rest.” I roll my hips, surging deeper. Her eyelashes flutter. “You will sleep and when you wake, your instincts will drive you to make your nest. Then I will rut you again. And again. And again.” Her whole body rocks with my thrusts.
She lifts her long, slender legs and wraps them around my hips, trying to pull me closer.
“You’re so good,” I croon. “You’re still holding your arms above your head, just like I told you. Such a good little Omega. Do you want to bring them down now?”
She murmurs her assent and the next moment, her nails are digging into my shoulders.
“Good girl,” I tell her. Another wave of her scent assails my senses and I can’t suppress my groan as my knot expands fully, sealing her to me. She lets out a gasp as the bulge inside her grows, stretching her wide. “You’re mine now, you understand? I’m gonna fill you with my seed… are you ready?”
Before she can reply, I lose control and climax, my impossibly rigid cock jerking over and over again, every pulse shooting more cum inside her, until I’m seeing stars and think I might die from how good it feels. I never knew anything could be so intense.
When at last the pleasure has faded to a warm glow, I lean down and lick the seam of her plump lips, seeking entry. I want to taste her tongue.
We kiss for a moment while I savor just being on her, in her, my cock bathed in our combined juices.
Eventually, I lift my head, looking down at her. Her eyes are glittering in the semi-darkness. “Have you had enough, little Omega?”
“No…” Just one little word, and she still manages to sound both astonished and ashamed.
I chuckle. “Tell me what you want.”
When she replies, I can hear the smile in her voice. “I thought if I ask for something, you won’t do it?”
“I see you’re as smart as you are beautiful,” I tell her. “That was just a game, little one. Rumor has it that Omegas find great pleasure in being dominated, forced to surrender… even pain. And from what I’ve seen so far—”
“I never knew,” she admits. “That I liked those things so much. But I guess I do…”
“This is just the beginning, sweet Rose. Now, tell me what you want. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes… but I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, you can,” I assure her. “And you will. I intend to make you climax until you pass out.”
She lets out a little snort of disbelief. “You can try. But I’m not making any promises.”
Leaning down, I give her a brief kiss on the lips. “No, you’re not.Iam.”
* * *
Rose
I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, when the hell I turned into Miss Nympho, but I do know that I want more of this.
A lot more.
I can’t see his face but my fingers explore the ridges and grooves of his huge, solid body. This shadowy beast with eight-pack abs, arms as thick as my thighs, and the deepest, growliest voice that ever existed is giving me the hardest orgasms of my life, and discovering kinks I never knew I had.
As far as I recall, I’ve never let a guy take control before—in or out of bed. So why does my pussy gush when he pinches my nipple so hard it hurts, when he gives me orders, when he reminds me that I have no control over this situation—or my own freaking body?
Those fleeting, outraged thoughts are cut short when he tugs his impossibly huge cock out of me, the ensuing sharp burn making me cry out… and my clit reawaken. I could swear he got bigger just before he came, and the sensation of my pussy being stretched further, to the point of pain, only drove me closer to orgasm. But I didn’t manage to come. I never can, not from penetration alone. Which must be why I’m still so ridiculously, achingly horny.
When he withdraws, it’s like he’s broken some kind of seal because his cum just starts flowing out of me, rivers of the stuff pooling beneath my butt. And all that does is serve to turn me on more.
“You like my tongue on you?” he rasps, his voice like a knife on rock.
