I make sure to rub against his prostate as I fuck his hole, my cock dripping onto the bedspread as different kinds of screams and moans fill the air.
“What do you want from me, Little Omega?” I ask him, wrapping my lips around the crown of his cock to suck on it.
“Fuck me, please. I need it. I need to feel your cum fill my hole. I don’t care about anything else. Just…please!”
I let him beg for a little longer to appease the secret anger I’m harboring over his rejection. I’ve been hiding it because I have no right to it. I didn’t disclose things and got caught.
I’m willing to pay for that, but on my terms and no one else’s. Rhodes is getting out his frustration on Coach Dan Foster’s ass, and I think it’s only fair that I take my anger out in Koen’s hole.
Removing my fingers from said hole, I lift my head before I smack Koen’s dick.
“I will fuck you on my terms, Koen,” I growl. Coach Dan punctuates my words with his own strangled scream, and I smirk at the irony. “I’m going to release your legs so you can wrap them around my waist. There will be no funny business, is that understood?”
Koen’s breathless, his chest heaving as if he ran several miles, and I decide we need to start running together. Rhodes will hate it, but I don’t care. Clearly, Koen will need the conditioning if for no other reason than to keep up with me.
“Yes, Daddy,” he rasps, his eyes on my dick as I release it to untie his right leg.
“Actually,” I mutter. “I like this better.”
Lifting his leg and pushing it tightly to his chest, I rub the thick crown of my cock over his hole.
“This tight little pink pussy is going to take every inch of my dick, isn’t it?” I groan. “Such a bratty omega, I don’t think I’ll give you any extra lube. Your pussy will make exactly what you deserve, won’t it?”
“Yes!” Koen cries out, perfectly happy to be my personal omega pretzel.
“I have no time for tears, Dan,” Rhodes sneers. “How does it feel to know my omega will come to your death rattle?”
“Fuck. That’s so damn romantic,” I mutter. Thrusting my hips forward, I fill Koen’s hole with my cock as I pin him to the mattress. “Make sure you scream really pretty for me, baby.”
“Fuck…you,” my omega grits out, his eyes glazing over with desire.
“Oh, baby. If you wanted hate sex, all you had to do was ask.”
Pulling out of his hole, I flip him onto his stomach. There’s just enough give in the ropes for me to do this, though Koen isgoing to feel them dig into his wrists and ankle. Shoving his free leg forward, I reenter his perfectly stretched hole.
“Oh God,” he cries out as I slam into him.
“Tonight, I’m most definitely your god,” I growl, keeping his hips pinned to the mattress. With every thrust, his cock gets the friction I know he’s dying for. I’ll use his hole like a pretty little free use toy, and go back to groveling after this.
I have unfettered access to my anger, and this is how I plan to use it. Koen can’t do anything but take what I give him. Our soundtrack of Rhodes getting up and kicking the fuck out of Dan fuels my pistoning hips as I drill Koen into the mattress, all while our omega begs for more.
“Fuck!” Koen screams. “I’m so close. Please, please let me come.”
Caging his body underneath me as I thrust my cock into his asshole, I chuckle darkly, knowing the comforter underneath Koen is giving him exactly the friction he needs as I grind him into it.
“Mmmm. Do you like knowing I’m fucking you as the man who tried to get you to quit your dreams of hockey dies? I’m going to pump my cum into you while he takes his last breaths,” I growl, biting down on his shoulder.
Even though I bite until I break skin, the bond won’t solidify until he accepts me. The rejection will keep us from bonding with each other. Instead, I bite him to push him over the edge of his orgasm, and to also mark him the only way I know.
“I hope you think about what you did in Hell,” Rhodes grunts, picking up the knife I discarded after dragging it over Koen’s cock ages ago. Our omega is a kinky fucker just like we are.
To prove my point as I slam into his prostate over and over, rearranging his insides with pride, he comes with a groan as Rhodes jams the knife into Dan’s throat and twists it.
My vision blackens as my knot teases Koen’s entrance, and ropes of cum paint his insides as Coach Dan Foster releases his last breath. Breathing hard, I kiss Koen’s shoulder before slowly pulling out of his ass. My omega whimpers at the loss, and I whisper reassurances to him as I reach for a butt plug and wipe.
Cleaning him up, I plug his ass to keep him glazed, and he’s half asleep when I turn his body over and straighten his leg.
“Sleep,” I whisper, massaging his arms and legs before releasing his other leg.
