Pace smiles as his chest expands as he pulls in an excited breath. “Such a good omega.” He pumps his fingers faster, my body building toward an orgasm so fast it makes me dizzy.
More slick pours from my hole, the wet sounds filling the car. But right before I can come, Pace removes his fingers.
The sudden emptiness is a jolt, making me cry out.
“It’s okay, baby.” Pace shifts, lining up his alpha cock with my hole.
I can feel the blunt, massive head pressing against me. The fear returns tenfold, cold and sharp, as he forces the wide tip inside my body.
My hands fly to the alpha's chest, trying to push him away, but I have no strength. It’s like shoving against a brick wall.
In fact, he doesn’t even seem to notice.
He just keeps pushing, sliding into me inch by agonizing inch, his thick cock carving a place for itself inside my body. The burn is unbearable, a fire that threatens to split me in two, and all I can do is lie there and take it, my hands uselessly pressed against his unyielding chest.
I feel like I’m being ripped in two.
So I do the only thing I can.
I open my mouth, and I scream.
Chapter Four
Pace
Jude screams long and loud when I bottom out.
The sound is raw, high, and full of agony.
I stare at the omega’s flushed, tear-streaked face, his body trembling violently beneath me.
Every instinct in my alpha blood is screaming at me to move, to keep fucking into the sweet body beneath me, but I can’t. He’s not ready. So I stay frozen in place, giving his body time to adjust. It’s painfully clear this omega has never been fucked before, and while the thought of claiming this virgin hole thrills me to no end, the last thing I want is to traumatize my perfect omega.
Taking a deep breath, I force the roaring beast in my chest back into its cage. Then I pull myself together, and I start to purr.
It’s a low, deep rumble that starts in my own chest, a vibration I feel all the way down to my bones. It feelsso different to purr for an omega. It's primal and possessive. An alpha tending to his omega.
I cup Jude’s pretty face, my thumbs brushing away the fresh tears that track down his temples. His skin is so hot, his chin quivering hard.
“It’s okay, omega,” I whisper, before leaning down and kissing him gently.
I pepper kisses over his soft lips, his rosy cheeks, even over his tightly closed eyes. I can taste the salt of his tears on my tongue, and it makes something in my chest ache.
He’s mine to protect, not just to fuck.
Underneath me, I feel his asshole relax, just a little, the vice-like grip loosening its hold on my cock. Still kissing his face, I give a slow, experimental thrust, a shallow rock of my hips, and he whimpers, but this time it’s not all pain.
There’s a note of something else there, something soft and questioning.
I roll my hips again, a little harder this time, making Jude’s body rock slightly against the leather seats. More tears leak from his eyes, but he doesn’t scream or fight.
And that’s all the encouragement I need.
I thrust again, then again, setting a slow, deep rhythm. The wet squelch of his slick is the only sound besides my own ragged breathing as I properly fuck my mate.
His cock is pressed hard against my stomach, and it feels like iron, leaking a constant stream of precum that smears between us.
Lifting up, I brace one hand on the car door behind Jude, and the other on his hip as I piston my hips. I drive my cock deep, hitting that beautiful spot inside him that makes his whole body jolt. Then his eyes fly open, wide and shocked, his pupils blowing out until they’re almost black.
