As sweaty as she is, she’s beyond beautiful. Every inch of her is perfect. Each curve, each smooth plane of her body; I rake my eyes along her, taking my time in memorizing every little thing about her. She is the definition of gorgeous.
My cock strains again while I study her. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable any further. I work on sliding off my boxers and freeing myself, and the moment it’s free, my cock swings to stand at attention.
I give Jess some time to take me in. Her half-lidded eyes take in my heavily-tatted torso. I don’t have any tattoos from hip-down, but my arms, my chest, and my back are a canvas of designs, done over years of multiple visits to my favorite tattoo parlor downtown.
And then, of course, who could forget that thing that stands at attention between my legs? Once her eyes land there, they widen, and it could be in my imagination, but I’m pretty sure the omega’s cheeks flush.
“Like what you see?” I ask her with a smirk. I didn’t have to undress to know she’d like what she sees. I could tell the first moment we met each other she was attracted to me; at the time I thought it was because she knew I was her scent match, but now that I know she can’t smell me…
It’s beyond flattering to know even without her sense of smell, she finds me appealing.
Jess manages to nod, and once she gives me the approval, I sink down to her level and praise her body with kisses. My hands roam along her, cupping the smooth curves of her tits before moving down to spread her thighs. I kiss her supple lips before I decide to acquaint myself with other parts of her.
I trail my lips down, past her tits, over her smooth stomach, stopping only when I’m comfortable between her legs. Her thighs already tremble in what must be anticipation, and I lick my lips before diving in.
My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I lick around her entrance, all the way up to her clit, getting just the barest hint of her taste. My chest rumbles with appreciation; I cannot wait to taste her slick for myself. If she smells this good, she has to taste even better.
I latch onto her clit and ravish her, sucking and licking, nibbling her every so often. Her clit swells beneath my mouth, and she moans and writhes while I focus on bringing pleasure to that lithe little body of hers.
Jess’s thighs clamp around the sides of my head, and before long she starts to grind her midsection against my face. Her moans become louder, more incoherent, and I take it as a sign to keep going, to keep pushing her. I suck hard on her clit, flicking that nub with my tongue like I’m a pianist and she is the beautiful grand piano I was born to play.
She comes with a vengeance, her back arching as she lets out an earth-shattering moan. Her clit spasms and her thighs clench as the orgasm takes hold of her, and I barely have time to lower my mouth to her core before she gushes slick. When that fresh, delicious slick seeps from her pussy, I’m right there to lap it up, a hungry, ravenous animal who’s about to have its last meal.
Her slick is as delirium-inducing as I knew it would be. Sweet like her, almost minty. It matches her scent perfectly, and I instantly become an alpha addicted.
I devour her slick, not letting any bits drop to the blanket below. There will be time enough for us to waste her slick, but now is not one of them. It’s too new, too fresh, and I’m too damn hungry for it.
Only when I’m certain she no longer leaks that delicious stuff do I lift my head away from her apex and give her a lust-filled look. “I’m dying to fuck you, Jess. I could keep going, but I’d be lying if I said my cock doesn’t have a mind of its own when it comes to you. I need to know what you feel like under me, need to know how you squirm when I’m balls-deep inside of you.”
I’ve never said anything like that to anybody before, but the dirty words come so naturally to me. It’s as if this omega unlocks a hidden part of me that has always existed, a carnal, sensual, hunger-filled alpha that can only have his fill by claiming his mate.
Jess pants out the words, “Fuck me, alpha. Please, I need you.” That’s as close to begging as I’ll ever get from her, and it’s more than enough for me.
“You have me,” I say, lowering my hips against her. “You have all of me, mate.” As I say that last part, my hips bear down upon her and I slip inside of her slick core. Inch after inch I fill her up, and I watch as her eyelids flutter shut, her body taking every thick inch I give her.
Her pussy fits me like a glove, and once I’m fully inside of her, as deep as I can go, I moan and think:this is it. This is forever.
She’s my mate, my life, my love, and I will spend the rest of my life being worthy of her. Taking care of her. Protecting her. Loving her as she always should be. She’ll never know another day of uncertainty or coldness again.
I fuck her like I’ve dreamed of fucking her since I first saw her. I claim her in a way only I can. My movements might be slow and steady at first, but soon enough they become harder, a bit rougher, and they draw out low moans from her with each thrust.
Turning on the lamp on the nightstand was a stroke of genius on my part. The lighting is dim, but more than enough for me to see her reaction to becoming one with me. The way her body moves beneath me, how her tits heave and bounce, how her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep her composure.
But this isn’t a time for composure. No, if ever there is a time to lose your mind, it’s here and now, and it doesn’t take Jess too long to realize that. A minute later, she’s writhing and moaning, completely lost in ecstasy.
“That’s right,” I tell her, “you’re all mine now. You feel amazing, Jess. I could be buried between your legs all night and still not have enough of you.” I thrust particularly hard after that, and she cries out and holds onto my hips, digging her fingers into my sides, her grip sloppy.
Two things happen then: my canines ache with a deep, yearning need to mark her, and my cock twinges with the need to swell and lock us together with a knot. The first will obviously not happen here and now, not yet, but the desire remains. She is my mate, my scent match, after all, and the need for us to become one is practically overwhelming.
And the knot? That’ll come, but first I want her to leak another round of slick. I want her to come on my cock, to show me just how amazing I feel inside of her. Only then will I lower the mental barriers and let my cock swell and knot us together.
Jess whimpers and writhes, turning her head to the side as her eyes shut. I increase my speed and gyrate my hips a little more, and in doing so I must hit something just right insideher, because the sound that leaves her after that is lighter, more breathless.
It’s not long after that. Another orgasm hits her with a force she could not possibly ignore. Her inner walls clamp down on my length as her body spasms uncontrollably. A fresh wave of slick coats my cock as she cries out and her hands tighten on my sides, and all the while I don’t let up. I keep fucking her, keeping up my pace and drawing out that orgasm.
I grunt, unable to keep the knot from forming any longer. With how wet she is, with that added slick inside her core, coating my cock, her body is begging for a knot. Every orgasm, every knot; each one will lessen the pain she feels. It’s why it’s so difficult for an omega to get through her heat alone.
Not impossible, mind you. I’m sure there are omegas out there with crazy intense willpower and more than enough toy knots to fill every hole.
