Page 81 of The Rejected Omega

“That’s it. I feel you tightening around me.”

My vision whites out as my fingers stroke around my engorged clit and he thrusts harder. He’s impossibly deep. Then my walls clamp down around him.

“Connor!”

“Fuck. Fuck, baby.”

My body wants to fold forward as I come undone atop him, but he keeps me upright, his arm an iron bar around my chest. Ican see everything he's doing to me. The wet gleam of my juices on his cock as he rides me out. He tightens his grip on me and shoves me up and down his cock, pounding into me now. Using me like a little flesh-sleeve to finish getting off as I come undone atop him.

He slams me down to the root of his shaft and grunts as his knot swiftly balloons inside me, locking me to him and shooting me full of spend.

“Holy shit.”

I’m not sure which of us even said it. My insides are quaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Tears leak out the corners of my eyes. The intimacy, the vulnerability of what’s happening between us—it’s overwhelming. Thinking of him doing this with anyone else sends jealousy burning through me. It should have been me.Onlyme.

We continue like that for hours. All concerns except my heat fall to the wayside. The sounds of our coupling are wet and sloppy. Fluid soaks my sheets and mattress. I’m dripping copious amounts of slick, and Connor’s made me squirt on his cock multiple times. He fills me with more cum than my pussy can possibly hold, and when it leaks out, he scoops it back into me and has me clean his fingers with my tongue. Other times he paints my body with it, drenching me with his scent.

I get on all fours, and he pins me down by the neck and slams home, the heavy thrust of his hips bruising my ass. He has me grip the headboard and rails me until my head starts bumping against the wood.

“I hate myself for missing this. For not being buried inside you for the past three years.”

My pussy loosens with slick and play, but he still stretches me wide to the point of pain. I feel like a little fuck doll for him to shove his cock into over and over again, and I love everything about it. That mindless detachment where everything is physicaland the body reigns supreme. There are no thoughts of the outside world or the future. Nothing aside from the glide of skin and nerve endings firing, and I like it that way. We exist in a purely physical realm for the duration of my heat.

I come on his knot again and again, clenching around him and milking him of all his cum.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking squeeze that dick.”

He’s falling deeper and deeper into rut, reverting to his primal self. When I try to leave the nest for a washcloth, he growls and pulls me back in. He’s rubbed so much cum into my skin and glands that I’ll never be rid of his scent. It’s an integral part of me now.

He fulfills all his alpha duties. After I pass out from fucking, he calls and orders us food and other supplies. He feeds me strawberries and coaxes me to drink water while he teases my pussy with the head of his dick, refusing to slide home until I finish off a bottle.

He feeds me his cum and whispers in my ear about what an important role it plays in hydration and nutrition during my heat. How I can’t swallow enough of it.

Then I’m riding him, and my eyes are fastened to his mating gland. The flesh is raised and red from me sucking and nibbling on it all day.

He pulls me toward him to kiss me as his hips piston in and out of me.

He grips my waist, working me up and down his cock, reaching a speed with his thrusts that I couldn’t. I fasten my mouth around his mating gland, sucking hard.

“Want to bite you,” I moan.

“Do it.”

I still. “Really?” I curse myself for asking, for giving him a chance to take it back. I want him bound to me forever.

“I’m yours,” he groans. “Every part of me.”

He holds my head to his neck as he pumps in and out of me.

Connor’s breath starts to hitch in a familiar pattern, and I sink my teeth into his gland. I bite down until I taste blood. His knot explodes inside me, stretching me as full as I’ve ever been. Then he’s coming, emptying his balls in thick spurts until my belly starts to cramp with the fullness.

“Fuck. Fuck, Birdy.”

I just mated him.Doubts start to leak in, but they’re broken up by him trying to keep thrusting after his knot locks inside of me, making the bulb of flesh tug against the clasp of my labia.

I come again in response, spasming around his knot.

He takes care of everything. On day two or three—it's hard to tell when the days blur together in a fog of sea and need—I have a rare flash of cognizance. I sit upright in the bed. “Work. I didn’t tell them I was going to be out.”

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