But he doesn’t stop, does he? No, because he’s an alpha and he does whatever he wants.
Fingers so tight against my flesh they will surely leave bruises, he goes back to my clit, lashing it with his tongue before flicking it from side to side.
I groan helplessly. My body is caught in some sort of sensual storm, one that barely releases me from one climax only to slam me back again. The second climax leaves me gibbering nonsense behind my gag. I go as tight as a drum before the waves cut me loose and limp. There is naught but wool between my ears. A dreamy sensation settles over me. I feel like I’m floating in the sky.
I barely rouse when he rises behind me.
Fingers spear my hair, grip and tug my head back. He brushes his knuckles almost tenderly over my cheek. “Aye, blissed out already. It’s for the best.”
He keeps his fingers in my hair, using it as a leash. Twisting my head a little to the side so he can see my face—the better to watch my reactions, I’m sure.
“Feeding on your slick cunt has got me harder than this stone wall.” His fingers make a trail down my back. Over my ass. He uses his boots to spread my legs wider still and then slides his fingertips between my slick folds before pushing two fingers inside me.
I arch up. The sudden penetration rouses me from my heightened state.
“There we go,” he says. “It’s gonna be a tight fit.” He pumps his fingers wetly in and out. The sticky sounds only arouse me more.
“Your scent is all over me now,” he says as he continues to finger me, plunging roughly in and out like he’s offering a demonstration of what is to come. “And I know that scent.” His lips lower to my throat as he leans in and nips lightly. “Somebody’s fertile. Somebody came up here to be bred.”
I moan behind my gag.
“Aye. We both know it’s true. There’s only one way to breed a beta lass.” He pauses. His fingers thrust deeply inside me. “I’ll need to get my knot all the way in here.”
He slides a third finger in and slowly rotates his hand.
The stretch is alarming. Blissful. Everything all at once. The little nerves inside me are throbbing and pulsing. “Pwwweeeeeessseee,” I mumble around the gag.
“What was that?” he says. “Can’t quite hear what you said. Is that a please stop? Or please fuck me? Please work your fat alpha knot all the way inside? Please breed this tight beta pussy?”
He doesn’t deign to release the gag and check.
We are both already too far gone. We both know that I came up here for this.
That I never, ever want him to stop.
After all, this is not the first time we have played this game.
Chapter Four
Abel
My hands shake as I undo the buckle of my sword belt. It clatters as I prop it against the battlement. And then my fingers fumble with my buttons, impatience making me clumsy at what should be an ordinary task.
My cock bobs free. There’s so much pre-cum leaking that it has soaked the shaft and saturated my balls. I’ve got my eyes locked on her plump ass and the weeping place between where my cock is going to go.
I’ve been inside her before, right here on this battlement, two years ago. I know how good her silken sheath will feel wrapped around my cock. I take my cock in hand and line up, teasing both of us by pushing the head in and out. I groan lowly. My hands are trembling where I grip her ass cheeks to hold her still.
Gods, she still struggles to take me, even after having a babe. A filthy chuckle bubbles up. Thank the Goddess for betas and their tight pussies. No amount of plowing will ever deliver an entirely comfortable fit for an alpha’s cock. There is a certain uncivilized allure. Forcing something too big into a too-snughole. It is a challenge, one I savor as I work up to getting halfway home. Her muffled grunts and groans, and the occasional huff when I forge deeper, bring a smile that is half gritted teeth.
My balls are tight and heavy. I’m not going to knot her this first time, that’s for sure. I can’t fucking hold back this boiling surge of seed. It’s no matter. I’m an alpha. It’s not like we need any downtime. Certainly not when a breeding scent is all up in my nose—not when her pussy is clenching and fluttering over me near constantly.
“Come if you need to,” I say. “Don’t hold back, lass. I’m certainly not going to.”
Like my own words are a catalyst, I give in to the needs, shove my dick in all the way to the knot. She gasps behind the gag. And then her pussy clamps down over my length in the most arresting way, like it never wants to let me go.
My ass clenches, and I dump the first boiling batch of seed. Then more and more. Pure filthy, ravenous bliss hits me, setting a tingle along the length of my shaft. It’s like I step out of my body and mind, nothing left but the sensation of my seed pumping into her over and over, filling up her greedy little cunt until it leaks and drips between us.
My knot is already swelling. It’ll make it harder to work it in and out. But that’s no matter. She’ll take it anyway. It’s her own fucking fault for having a perfect pussy. And besides, the lubrication provided by my seed will help.
