My face flames, but I can't look away. It doesn’t feel like a lewd act, more like a proclamation between an Alpha and Omega.
His voice hums in my head, deep and sure: ‘You are mine.’
I nod before I can think better of it. Numb with need, strung out on want, aching for more.
I'm still caught in the haze when he starts to lower me, sliding me slowly down the wall of his chest. My breath stutters when something hot and heavy presses against the inside of my thigh.
His cock.
I jolt at the skin on skin contact, only now realizing he must’ve undone his combat trousers without me noticing.
There’s a flash of disappointment.
I want the chance to see it, touch it, to fall to my knees and admire what I just know is a marvel of girth.
Viper adjusts his grip, his palms engulfing both ass cheeks as he shifts me into position with deliberate care.
The thick head of his cock slides between my folds, slow and unhurried, until he notches at my entrance.
I suck in a breath. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, it feels like I've been waiting my entire life to be filled by this Alpha. Completed.
"Look," Viper murmurs.
My gaze snaps to his. He nods once, down, and I follow.
I gasp.
"Watch, Halley."
I tense.
His cock is massive, flushed and slick at the tip, heavy with intent. It pulses visibly, already leaking, aching to be buried deep inside me.
I can’t tear my eyes away.
It’s not going to fit. The thought arrives with a cold stab of panic.
It’s been so long since I had sex, and the toys I used in my nest at base during my heat seem like a joke compared to the monster pushing against my pussy.
I gulp.
Viper makes a chuffing sound at the back of his throat, and pride rushes through our connection.
He liked that. He’s excited to see my apprehension about his size.
I pout at his self-satisfied smirk.
Before I can chastise him, he leans down and nips at my ear, and his presence is loud in my mind again.
No words, just feelings that paint a full, vivid picture.
He wants me to watch. Not just the act of penetration, but what it means. How we fit. How we belong. That no matter the obstacles in our way, we’re meant to be joined.
I sigh and melt into his arms. How can I protest against such a beautiful sentiment? My big Alpha, with a soft squishy center. A man of few words, but the heart of a poet.
I’m still nervous, shivering slightly as the cold cellar air nips at my sweat-damp skin, and Viper seems to understand that I need a moment.
He waits there, his cockhead barely breaching my tight ring, but doesn't make any moves to sink inside me, just hushes me and strokes my hair, letting me get used to the pressure.
