He presses a wet, messy kiss on my puckered lips, licking into me like he can’t get enough of my taste. “I’m never —ah, never letting you go. You hear me, Halley? You’re not leaving without me by your side ever again. Wherever you go, I go.”
I shudder, my pussy still clenching around his cock, needing the friction to fall over the precipice. I need it. I need it now.
He gives my face a little shake, forcing me to focus.
"Omega. Tell me you understand."
He’s right. I’mhis. I’ve always been his.
"Yes—" I stutter out. I try to move my hips. Useless. He has me pinned in place. I can't move. I'm completely at his mercy and he's not giving me what I need. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?" He prompts, and I feel the heat of his breath on my face.
“Yes, Lieutenant Viper! Please…I need..."
"Where do you belong?" he snarls, his fingers tapping at my cheek, demanding my attention. "Where does this pussy belong?"
The sob rips out of me before I can stop it. I’m a mess, desperate, soaking, seconds from tears.
"Say it."
“With you!” I cry. “I belong with you!”
“Good girl,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that makes my clit throb.
Finally, satisfied with my answer, he releases my face and shifts his grip, one hand sliding around the back of my head to tangle in my hair, holding me in place.
Viper is an Alpha. It shouldn’t be such a shock that he’s controlling in bed… or, in this case, the cellar.
He pulls out, slow enough to make my breath hitch. His cock gleams, soaked in my slick. Then he slams back in, hard and wet, and I cry out as the impact shudders through me.
A hand slips between us.
“Ah!” I scream out.
He’s touching my clit. Not hard or fast, just pressure on either side of the bud. Sparks fly behind my eyes.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Takin' me so well. You're made for this, aren't you? Made for my cock. My touch.”
I nod, or try to, my head barely able to move under his hold.
I babble incoherently as every muscle tightens, clenching as I rise and rise towards yet another peak. He's fucking me so hard that I can't catch my breath while folded over like this, and I'm gasping for air, digging my nails into his skin as I struggle to gain some sense of control.
There is none. Viper has complete control.
Dominant Alpha. Submissive Omega. There’s nothing more primal.
I’m overproducing slick almost like I’m in heat, my body knowing it needs the extra lubrication to take his sheer size.
Rivulets run down his thighs, and my inner Omega chirrups in possessive delight.
This Alpha is mine.
“Yours,” he snarls in agreement, replying to my errant thought. For a split second I wonder how he’s heard me…
He makes a desperate noise right beside my ear, and it sends my eyes rolling.
I love the sound of him losing himself inside me.
