My clit pressed against the base of the dildo as I pushed back against her, and soon I was fucking her, chasing my second release.
Using her like a toy to fuck.
She mewed and moaned and cried out as I fucked her, wet sopping sounds mixing with her moans and my harsh breaths.
“You’re mine to fuck,” I told her as I pushed inside her hard, fast, and unforgiving.
“Yours,” she agreed, crying out beneath me.
She wasn’t even holding herself up. I felt the weight of her against my arm, holding her at her waist.
My hips lunged forward over and over, grinding my clit, pounding inside of her.
“I’m—” she screamed out, her whole body convulsing under me, wave after wave.
I kept my rhythm, kept chasing my own release.
“It’s too much,” she cried beneath me.
“You say that while moaning like a whore,” I told her, never letting up, my thighs slapping against hers.
“Fuck,” she cried. “I’m going to… again—”
I watched another orgasm rock through her. The sight of her, exhausted, whimpering, overtaken by pleasure—my own orgasm crashed into me, and I collapsed on top of her.
After catching my breath, I pushed myself up to pull out of her.
I watched as her entrance seemed to want to suck me back inside her as I pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping for me.
I wondered just how far I could stretch her.
“Alpha?” she asked shakily.
I looked down at her, naked for me, waiting for me to decide what happened next. The power was a rush like no other.
“Come here, my omega,” I said, offering my hand to help her up. I’d make sure she was taken care of.
Chapter fifteen
After
Cole
She seemed smaller somehow, naked and looking to me for direction.
I guided her upstairs to the bathroom.
When I released her hand to open the shower door and start the water, she made such a cute gasp as she reached back out for me, holding my arm in both of hers.
Was this how all omegas reacted to being fucked and claimed by their alpha, or was it just Harriet, or was it something to do with our bond?
I didn’t know. I’d never been with an omega, and I didn’t know anyone personally who had a true mate. The term mate was thrown around so casually; what did it truly mean?
Either way, I didn’t mind the clinginess and let her hold on to me as I adjusted the water temperature, then pulled her by her hips under the water with me. The pressure was excellent; I’dupdated the boiler and bathroom the previous winter and was amused with myself, how proud I was to offer such a simple comfort to Harriet, like I had anticipated needing better water pressure for her.
She wrapped her arms around me, her head under my chin, the warmth of the water and her body blending together, steam rising and obscuring the glass like we were in our own bubble and nothing outside of us existed.
I reached behind her for the shampoo, not at all encumbered by the woman who had wrapped herself around me like she feared letting go, and set about washing her hair, pulling her head back from my chest long enough to lather and rinse, and then repeating for myself. The process was the same with the conditioner. She hummed, pleased, as I scratched her scalp and detangled her hair.
