I thought I had felt heat. I thought I had felt need. But as I see my alpha’s cock rise for me, I realize I had felt nothing.
I had been nothing. And only now am I alive.
The warm pulse starts in my chest, slow at first, like a new heart beating for the first time. My cells seem to blossom and rearrange, awakening to unfathomable possibilities.
“Come,” she says gently. “Come see what I have for you.”
Her words draw me up to kneel.
She reaches a hand toward me—still hers, but larger, her nails now wicked claws. Her fingers graze my scalp, and every nerve in my body quivers at the touch.
Slowly, her grip tightens, and she pulls my lips toward her cock.
I open for her. Her tip pulses hot against my tongue, shaft not yet fully hard, and she slides to the back of my throat.
I’d never found the idea of sucking cock particularly appealing. Then again, I’d never seen my alpha.
The gentle pressure of her palm is a patient command that I eagerly obey, pushing forward until my lips brush that soft blue fur at her base. My gag reflex is nowhere to be found. I lean back just far enough to gasp in a breath, then push over her length again, determined to impress my alpha, to surprise her with my skill.
But I should have known better. A soft laugh, edged with primal huskiness, falls over me.
“Oh, I knew you’d be an eager little slut…”
I whine my protest, indignant.
Christine’s grip on my scalp tightens, and she shoves my head down her length, holding me at her base until heat blossoms through my mind, softening my thoughts.
She pulls me back, lets me take a few quick breaths, then works me over her again.
Her cock pulses and thickens, lengthening down my throat as she strokes, and a swell throbs against my tongue, catching behind my teeth.
Her knot.
That urgency rises slowly. My hands rest on her thighs, then tense to grip her muscles, then curl and claw desperately down her skin.
Christine lets out a low, satisfied purr, reveling in the pain.
“That’s a good little omega. Get my cock nice and ready. For aslutlike you, it should be easy.”
I hardly even have the dignity to whine this time, and the sound quickly becomes a desperate moan as I grip her ass and pull down to her base, choking around her length.
And then I get my reward: a catch of pleasure in Christine’s breath.
She grips my hair and pulls me all the way off her cock, purring at the drool that clings between her tip and my panting mouth. She uses her other hand to roughly wipe my lip, then carries that coarse touch up over my jaw, and I melt in her firm grasp.
Christine slides a hand down her stomach and palms her cock, pressing the tip against my cheek.
“It’s bigger than I remember,” she chuckles. “I hope you’re ready.”
A wave of heat unlike any other ripples through my brain, turning everything dark for a moment. That feverish feeling overwhelms me, and every little movement is tender, sore. I whimper with pain, swaying where I kneel.
Christine calmly drops to kneel across from me. A feline tail covered in fine blue fur and tipped with a tuft of silver sweeps around to land on her thigh.
She cups my face in her hands and leans her forehead against mine again. “Shhh. It’s alright.”
I want to believe her, but a sudden spike of pain cracks through my bones, as if ghostly screws drive into them from every direction.
“It hurts,” I sob, shaking, embarrassed at my display, but it seems twenty-eight years of denied pain suddenly refuses to stay buried.
