Page 11 of His Innocent Omega
“I’m going to fuck you now,” growling, I expertly slid the knotting condom on. “I’m going to open you up with my dick. I’m going to knot you so hard you’ll feel me into next week.”
“Please,” he mumbled, his head thrashing from side to side. “Yes. Now. Please, Alpha. Sir.”
The words fell from his lips, and I latched onto the tendon of his neck. Right where his neck and shoulder met, over his mating gland. Everything in me was screaming to bite him. Claim him. Make him mine.
Instead, I sucked hard on his pale skin. He hissed, his whole body clenching, as I marked him with a purple bruise.
One flex of my hips and the fat head of my dick popped through his tight, wet ring. He screamed, jerking, his breath catching in his throat. Pushing forward a millimeter, I trapped his knees to his chest. Holding myself stock still, I let him adjust and catch his breath. His round eyes look panicked. His bound hands clenched at the pillow above him tightly.
“Breathe,” the word was whispered in his ear, as I nipped sharply at his lobe. “Push out and relax. Your body knows what to do. You’re so wet for me. Let me know when you’re ready for more. I won’t push further until you give me the go ahead. I’m the alpha, but you’re in charge sweet, little omega.”
It took him a minute to follow my instructions. Finally, he sucked air into his lungs, and pushed out at almost the same time. I forced myself to stay still, even though I wanted nothing more than to sink into his tight, blazing heat.
Just to see how he’d react, I wrapped a hand around his bound wrists, and pushed them down flat on the bed. His pupils flared with heat and he undulated his body against mine. The movement forced my dick to sink another inch into him. His hole was stretched around my cock in a tight vise. Surrounding me with his wetness and heat. It’s almost enough to make me come right then, and I gritted my teeth against the tingling at the base of my spine. There’s no way I was going to shoot my load before I was even all the way inside him, like some horny, inexperienced teenage alpha.
“More,” he pushed up against me, demanding. “All. Want all of you. Now.”
In one smooth motion, my dick slid into him, until I filled him completely. Balls against his sweet ass, I held myself above him, most of my weight resting on my elbows and forearms. I knew it had to burn, no matter how much prep I had done. No matter how much slick his body produced. He’s still so fucking tight it’s almost painful.
Running my tongue over his mating gland, I waited for his muscles to relax around me. I wanted to mark him more. Wanted to put my teeth on him all over. Loved seeing the purple bruises already blooming on his pale skin. I wanted to mark him everywhere, so when people saw him, they knew he was taken. That he wasmine.
Finally, his muscles loosened their tight hold and he gave me a dreamy little smile. His hole fluttered around my cock and slick slid down his ass. “So full. Move.”
“Demanding little omega.” I repeated, but I did as he ordered.
My hips stuttered against him, slamming in and out of his tight heat. His knees were pressed to his chest, my hand grinding his bound wrists into the softness of the bed. Pinning him so that I controlled our movements. I moved faster inside of him, deeper, until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
Despite already coming, his dick was filling and hardening. Changing angles slightly, I nailed his prostate, catching his guttural scream with my mouth.
Our tongues tangled in a bruising kiss that was more force than finesse, and we breathed each other in. My dick scraped over his prostate with every movement, and I felt his balls tightening again, with no one even touching his dick this time.
His inner muscles tightened around my cock like a vise, andI felt my own balls drawing up, the tingling at the base of my spine. Groaning loudly, my cum filled the condom, the same time my knot caught at his rim. He hissed between clenched teeth, even while his cum shot across his stomach. My body was taut and I couldn’t seem to stop coming, and I wondered if some of my cum was going to spill out of the condom.
Our orgasms finally faded, and he’s limp and boneless beneath me, panting like he’d just run a marathon. I wasn’t in any better shape than he was. My arms shook as I tried to keep myself from falling on top of him and crushing him with my heavy bulk.
Gently, I eased his legs down and rolled us to our sides. Untying his wrists, I checked for any damage while we waited for my knot to deflate. Even though his wrists seemed fine, just a little red where he had pulled against the bindings, I gently ran my fingers over them. My lips brushed the fluttering pulse in each of them, and I rubbed from his shoulders down his arms.
I wasn’t sure he was even conscious still. The only time he moved was when I moved him. Smiling widely to myself, I was sure my dimples were showing if he had been coherent enough to look. But I couldn’t help myself. It gave me a small thrill when I managed to put a sub so deep under. It made me feel good. It had been way too long since I had felt this way, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it stroked my ego. I knew I was an excellent lover, and no one ever left my bed wanting.
We dozed until my knot deflated, and I slipped out of him with a gush of cum and slick. Tenderly cleaning him up, I spread his cheeks, checking for any damage. He mumbled incoherently, trying to flop away from my probing hands. I shushed him with soothing words whispered against his still hot skin. The kid still felt like he was on fire, and the thought flittered through me that he might be coming down with some kind of bug.
Fated mate, idiot.My wolf chided me.Heat.
It was possible us fucking had thrown him into a mini-heat. It was rumored to happen between fated mates. He definitely wasn’t in a full-blown heat. He’d been too coherent throughout, even though he’d been deep into subspace. But he hadn’t been thrashing around, out of his mind, begging for me to knot him over and over. He wasn’t unsatisfied. I was experienced enough to know the difference between an omega in subspace and one in heat.
Grabbing the spermicide I had pulled out earlier, I mentally thanked my wolf for the reminder. My wolf whined in anger–or annoyance–when I squirted some in the omega’s hole, using my finger to push it deep and spread it around. The condom seemed intact when I’d removed it, knotting it and tossing it in the trash, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
There weren’t any little Becks’ running around as far as I knew, and I didn’t intend to break my run of good luck tonight. Fate could suck it with her fated mates nonsense. I was taking every precaution to make sure there were no lasting effects from this night. No bond started, no mate claiming, and no unwanted pup on the way.
I knew way too many people lately who had found their fated mates, and wound up with a pup on the way after their first coupling. I didn’t have any plans to join those statistics. Hell, the omega still hadn’t brought up the subject of us being fated, and I wasn’t about to broach the topic.
It seemed we both understood how this would end by our silence on the subject. By an unspoken mutual agreement, we were just going to ignore what we had felt. The niggling sensation that he might not know what was happening between us crossed my mind, but like earlier I chose to ignore it.
Opening a bottle of water, I roused him enough to get him to drink. He let out one of those adorable little whines of his, turning his head away sharply. Taking his chin in my hand, I forced his head to face me. Just because we weren’t going to address our fated mate status didn’t mean I wasn’t going to administer proper aftercare. We’d already skated over and around too many rules for my liking as it was.
Tapping his lips with the edge of the bottle again, I lifted his head up.
“Drink,” I ordered softly, and he complied, gulping down great swallows of water. Laying him back down, I fetched one of the overpriced candy bars from the mini-fridge. Dark chocolate would be best, but I’d settle for the Hershey bar that was probably going to cost me ten bucks. Breaking off a small piece, I tapped his lips with the sweet treat. “Open.”
