His fingers pump in and out, and my arm moves quickly to match his deep thrusts. His thumb drops to my clit and he uses his hold and the rough fabric of the denim to pulse repeatedly until I feel like I’ve run a marathon. My whole body is shaking, my lungs don’t seem to be able to fill, like they need to and a rush of fire starts from the bottom of my feet and shoots through my head as he pinches my clit so hard while scissoring my pussy so fast I can’t do anything but arch up against his chest as my body explodes. My orgasm doesn’t start off soft and gentle; it is so fucking violent all I can do is scream as I am flooded by that intensively dreamy state as I come.
“That’s it, dove,” he encourages, his fingers not stopping on either my pussy or my tit, and without a doubt, I know I’ll have marks on my skin from him, but I will wear them with a smile on my lips. He holds my fingers inside my body making my orgasm keep rolling on.
“Keep going,” he coaches, his alpha voice encouraging and coaxing. And as I do—as my body keeps cresting and building—his touch on me changes. He cups me and pushes his whole hand around my sex like a knot. A feather soft touch of his mouth to the shell of my ear, and he drops his shields and scent bombs me, leaving me barely seeing straight as I come, shocked as I all but fill his hand with the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life. Holy crap, the real Lincoln is a million times better than the Lincoln I’ve been fantasising about.
He leans over the top of my sated body to drink the come he collected straight from my pussy into his palm—groaning the whole time and panting like he’s coming too. He holds me to him, his hips moving once before Lincoln grunts one deep noise that goes on and on.
11
LINCOLN
With her come on my lips, mine ready to erupt from my body, I lift the tiny omega like you would a bride, but she is no blushing, demure virgin, and by the time I have finished with her, she’ll be everything I want and more. And even after half a night in her presence, I already know I will not be letting her go.
I won’t become a blight from her past that haunts her, though I will own every part of her: body and soul. With the day finishing, my thoughts become etched in my bones and with them a mountain of change. The second I saw her I felt a symmetric change, and when I scented her, my genetics demanded I bend her over and take her, thankfully each interaction we had together only pacified my alpha too, perhaps because everything she did seemed to confirm she too felt our budding connection.
She loops her arms around my neck and snuggles as I walk around and lock my house down, opening the door for Ares to relieve himself for a final time before she and I sleep the rest of the day away.
Flicking the lights off and drawing the curtains closed, I wait until her dog does his final check of the house before shutting the three of us in her bedroom. She stands on the bed as I direct her, and I undress her, seeing for the first time how my imagination of her perfection was so under done. Seeing her without clothes only enhances the reason I am in front of her now. Her stomach and torso are awash with scars in all manner of sizes and shapes. I felt them outside but seeing them fills me with such a sense of pride.
“You are glorious.” My fingers trail up the worst scar on her chest, up to the small scar on her throat, but again, all I see is her strength. “You’ll have to sleep with my hard cock and knot nestled against your ass cheeks.”
“Or you could just knot me,” she suggests, biting her lip.
“It would be more than my knot you would get.” I watch her face as I tell her the absolute truth. When we knot, we will become life partners.
She balances on the bed, her eyes drifting over my shoulder as Ares climbs into his bed. There’s a small, soft, vulnerable smile on her lips as she takes a shuddering breath, perhaps thankful for the both of them surviving another day. I know exactly how she feels. Once her eyes are back on me, I take my top off, taking the time to fold it properly and put it next to her pile of clothes before I climb out of my sweats, folding them, but placing them on top of hers for us to wash tomorrow. I undo my watch, placing it on my usual side of the bed, presumption but also resolution in each small thing I do.
“I want you so much, dove,” I say so quietly when my back is to her, but I hear her own breathy response mirroring my confession. Twisting to look at her, I see it in her posture and face.
With her eyes on me, my cock drips, and my knot aches. I really want nothing more than to push her down and ruin the both of us, leaving her covered in my come and claim, scenting her until I see her skin change colour.
“Can I taste you?” she asks, interrupting the vivid imagery burning in my mind. Her voice is ablaze with that undeniable heated confidence that makes my heart giddy, it brings a depth to her jasmine scent, and every part of me throbs in response.
Fuck, she going to be the one to own me, I think over and over as I run my hand up and down my length, my earlier release as I drank her not nearly enough anymore. This omega stirs every alpha tendency alive, and she won’t ease up with her chokehold over me, everything about her is super charged.
And I know why. I’d put everything I own on her being a natural born omega.
For me, it’s so telling. Her purity is evident in her scent; it’s like steel struts hold me fixated, making it impossible for me to move away from her. It’s confirmed in her size; I want to own, but adore her protectively. Most of all, it’s the look in her eyes that makes me feel like I am looking at a piece of me that has been forever lost.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, and open your mouth,” I growl, clawing my bare toes into the plush carpet to stop myself from going to her while she moves slowly to where I point. She has to kneel up because of her height, but she shuffles around to get to the right position before she sucks on her lip again, her blazing brown eyes locked on the motion of my hand.
I shuffle closer, not bothering to hide the pretence of what she does to me, at least for the next little while. I squeeze my cock with one hand, massaging my knot with the other while I slow my breathing down to savour and enjoy this. Her eyes flit around like birds, in the same loop over and over, my eyes, my mouth, my leaking cock, my swollen knot. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to use her words, her body and scent is loud enough.
When I pant, she pants. When I moan, she does too. Her hands flit up a few times, whenever she sees my fist squeezing my cock harder, and her scent and the look in her eyes is what makes everything come together like poetry.
Dropping my hand under my cock, I clench my fingers in the fleshiest part of my knot and lock my thighs tight. My orgasm is like a bullet train, but this is all her—she’s definitely in the driver’s seat.
The minutes stretch on, and I have never felt so alight; she’s made me blaze. It is honestly like I’ve swallowed Ecstasy, such are the waves of strumming, mind-blowing pleasure that keep dipping and peaking in an excitement that holds me in this state of heated and floated carnal desires. Time slows until it is just us, and I’ve never felt my dick get this hard, my increasing pleasure so fucking toxic that I don’t want her to stop watching me as I run my hand up and down my length.
“Watch my cockhead erupt for you, and don’t waste a drop of it, dove,” I grit out, my body at that stage where things are speeding up and getting jerky as arousal reaches fever pitch.
My fist is a sopping wet mess with my leaking pre-come, and the only noise is that of the suction as I aggressively fuck my own hand. All of me is screaming for this release, my jaw juts out harshly, my hips moving as fast, and my deep rumbling as I come over her face, her tongue out ready to catch every drop I release for her.
I fight against myself not to touch her, to wrap my hand around her throat and feel her swallowing, but watching and hearing is all I can manage or I will be adding my own scars to her body. My come spills from the sides of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallows, gulping mouthfuls. And then she twists around and ends up with her open mouth under my cock, waiting expectantly to catch the last few drops, her fingers white in the bedsheets as she also fights not to touch.
My cock stops twitching but stays fully erect. I move without overthinking, holding my dick, and guiding it straight down and into her mouth, following the trail my come just made inside her. She gags at the intrusion until she gets her breathing sorted, and my cock pushes past the muscles of her throat. The both of us still at the incredible intensity, until she starts swallowing, somehow milking my cock, dragging the promise of more from me. Falling forward, my mouth latches around her pussy, and I roll us to a more comfortable position so we can feast and spoil each other with the carnal delights of soixante-neuf.
I lick out the slick from the walls of her deep channel, her muscles pulsing around my tongue; Jesus, her sweet-sweet flavour burns through me. I suck on her clit like her cunt is pure ambrosia until I can start to feel the increasing roll of her hips and I find myself doing similar. She wraps her hands around my midsection, making it impossible for me to change my mind and roll off her, but I wouldn’t, not after my first taste of her. Slurping her down, I make the noise obnoxiously loud as I stop holding back and eat her out, making her call out around my cock in her mouth while she grinds her pussy furiously over my face. It is such a turn on the way she doesn’t hide her obvious enjoyment from me.
