Page 15 of Hangman's Knot
He's breathing heavily, but he rumbles out a purr at her fear. That sound melts her. She had heard alpha purrs before, but they had never affected her like this, like how his and Tenor's purrs seemed to melt her from the inside until she was gooey omega chocolate.
Maybe it was because none of them had ever been for her. None of them except the ones from these alphas. Perfect alphas. Beautiful alphas. With their big, huge alpha cocks—
"Okay. Just relax," he urges, interrupting her thought spiral. "I'll take care of you."
And then he's kneeling in front of her, spreading her legs and kissing the insides of her thighs, the top of her sex, and then he gives her one lick from her entrance up to her clit and her legs start shaking. He places them against his shoulders, lending her his stability.
"Shhh," he soothes. "Bite on your shirt if you have to. You have to be quiet, sweet girl."
He doesn't say 'or they'll hear you,' not wanting to frighten her, but the reminder is enough to quiet her.
He pulls her further forwards to the edge of the table and his lips fasten onto her clit as he starts flicking it rapidly with his tongue.
When she starts thrashing against him, he eases two of his fingers into her, scissoring them and stretching her in the most delicious way. With every thrust of his hand, she feels something growing inside of her, near to bursting, and then it explodes in scorching waves.
Within seconds, she is coming, biting so hard on her lip she draws blood. The orgasm does nothing to douse the fire in her, if anything it burns hotter in the absence of his cock, as if her body is offended that they're trying to deceive it when his perfectly good knot is so close.
"Good girl," he praises as he leans back, admiring her trembling form. "You're such a good girl, Eden. You came so beautifully for me."
He doesn't remove his fingers from inside her. Instead, he adds a third to stretch her even more. The sensation makes her keen and rock her hips against him, seeking more. He stands up straighter, tucking himself into the cradle of her hips and tugging her against his chest, his arm still between them, thrusting into her gently.
They fit perfectly like this, evening out some of their height difference so their hips align more easily. He purrs loudly for her, soothing her.
It's like being fingered by a gigantic, painfully attractive, deliciously warm vibrator. Why had she never done this before?Her thoughts are hazy and she cannot even remember why she ever would have been scared of alphas in the first place. This alpha was agod.
"I'm sorry," he says again in a whisper against her hair, regret evident in every word but she can only half hear him, her head is so far in the clouds. "I wish we had more time. I wish it was safer."
When he's decided she's stretched enough, he gently pulls his fingers from her.
As he lines his broad cock up with her entrance, he pauses, looking at her with concern in his eyes. "If it hurts too much, or if you want to stop, we'll stop. We'll figure something else out, alright?"
She nods and her hands clutch his biceps, feeling the firm muscles flex beneath her. She doesn't even remember why she was scared of his cock in the first place. She could see now that it was perfect.
There is no other option for them to figure out, there is nothing else to do. This is the only thing that will quench the fire in her. She feels that knowledge deeply in her psyche where all her omega instincts and desires live. Like a lizard brain, except instead of wanting to curl up under a heat lamp and have a nap, it just wanted dick and bucket loads of cum.
He nudges the tip into her and she gasps at the sensation. The stretch of him stings. It brings her back down to earth and she can't help the way her fingers claw into his arms. She pulls him down to her so their chests are pressed together and her face nuzzles into his neck. The scent of him simultaneously soothes her and strokes her need even hotter.
He nudges a little more, the head of his cock fully penetrating past her entrance, and it feels as if she has a full body spasm around him with the pleasured pain of it. He curses as he feelsher body gripping him but goes no further until she calms.
When she relaxes again, he rocks again, and again, pausing after every thrust to give her a chance to adjust and catch her breath until he is as deep as he can go, his cock jutting up against the mouth of her womb.
She is shivering, her nerves alight, unable to decide whether the sensation is the best thing she's ever felt, or if she were being torn apart. Could it be both? Maybe it was both.
"Okay," he says, and his voice sounds so taught it might snap. "That's good, Eden. You're doing so well. Are you okay?"
Her face is still buried in his neck, breathing in deep mouthfuls of his scent as her pussy flutters around him. She's too scared to try and use her voice to answer, so she pauses for a moment and then shrugs her shoulders a little.
It sounds like there's a smile in his voice when he responds. "When you're ready, we'll keep going, but not until you're ready, okay?"
She thinks for another moment and then nods.
After another moment, she gives an experimental wiggle of her hips, rocking up towards him, and he chokes. "Fuck, fuck, Eden, oh fuck."
"Is that good?" She stills, worried she's done something wrong, and her voice sounds painfully shy.
He seems to catch his breath, and then in a still-strained, gravelly voice, he answers. "Yes, yes that was very good. More than good. You're being such a good girl for me."
At his praise, another wave of need overtakes her, and she hears her voice begging him for more. "Please, alpha," she whines, and then his purr turns to a growl.
