Page 16 of Hangman's Knot
"Okay, sweetheart. You tell me if you want to stop," he repeats itagain, as if telling himself as much as her.
And then he is pulling his hips back and pushing his cock back into her, and it feels like the air is punched out of her lungs, like every other organ in her body has deflated to make room for him. If they took an x-ray of her right now, she was sure all they would see is his huge length filling her, all of her viscera shoved aside to make way for him, her little heart fluttering in one corner until even that gets taken over by his cock.
He thrusts again, and each slide of him inside of her seems to get easier. Along with the pain, she feels her release growing, different than the sensation he had given her before with his mouth, but now that she knew what it was, she chases it all the same.
It does not take long before she is gasping and coming around him in overwhelming gripping waves. And then his hips are stuttering, his hand reaching down to tighten around his knot that she's suddenly grateful he hasn't tried to push inside her, growling into her hair as he fills her to the brim with his cum.
"I'm sorry," he growls with each thrust of his hips. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
With every apology, he bathes her in more warmth, triggering another small wave of contractions to ripple down his cock as another small orgasm takes hold of her on the coattails of the first.
When his cock finally falls from her, he starts praising her again, words that make her feel safe and cherished and keep her from falling over the edge of another thought spiral. "Good girl. You were such a good girl for me, Eden. Such a perfect omega."
He bundles her against his chest, cradling her like something precious as he sinks to the floor, holding her tightly against him. She can feel the deflating knot of his cock beneath her, and the wetness leaking out of her onto them. Finally, as relaxationsettles over her, the burning in her veins dies out and she is left spent and exhausted in his arms.
"Good girl," he is still murmuring against her hair, his voice so dazed she's not sure if he even knows what he's saying. "You're a perfect omega, Eden. You liked your nest in the cell. Your nest made you feel safe?"
She nods at his words. Her nest had always been her safe place. She had been born into the system. She grew up bouncing between foster homes and warehouse-like halfway homes, never having a secure place. The only place where she felt at home was her nest, the blankets and pillows of which she had scrounged and carried with her from place to place.
"We can make you a nest here?" His voice sounded unsure and tentative. "I can get you extra blankets from the laundry. No one will know. We'll build you a nest in the corner here, how does that sound? You don't even have to come out. You stay in your nest all day, and I'll protect you. Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll keep you safe."
As they both come down from the effects of her heat spike hormones, he continues murmuring his gentle reassurances and promises in her hair until even she begins to believe them.
Chapter Six
Julius
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They don't do anything for the rest of the morning except sit there with her in his lap, her legs twined around his waist and her face pressed into his neck, breathing in his scent where it's strongest.
He tries hard not to think about fucking her again, despite the fact that every inch of her lush naked body is pressed up against him. It won't help her feel safer if he pops another fucking boner against her after she's almost been killed and raped god knows how many times in the last day.
But fuck, she has the body of a goddess. Everything about her screams at his alpha instincts to fuck her and breed her. Her body has curves in all the right places. Her tits look like they'd overflow in his hands, perfect for burying his face into as he fucks her sweet little pussy until she screams for him again. Her hips have the perfect amount of flesh for him to grip while he takes her from behind, and he can only imagine how that ass would look bouncing while she rides a cock.
Fuck.Think about something else, Julius. Anything else.Dead kittens. Naked grandma. The green slime in the bottom of abirdbath in a public park.
He thinks his cock gets the message. Leave the sweet omega in peace. Don't upset her with another erection. She is finally smelling like something other than terror and he doesn't want her scent to sour again because he couldn't control his own fucking dick.
When he notices the time on the clock on the wall, he rumbles a little and smoothes a hand over her flank. "We should get to lunch," he says, forcing his voice as soft as he can make it, not wanting to startle her after the long peaceful silence they've settled into. "They take roll call. They'll notice if we're not there."
She nods against him but does not move to get up.
"Will it help for me to dress you?"
He's never done the omega thing before. He didn't have omega sisters like Tenor or Luke, and their pack sure as fuck had never dated an omega before. They were jarheads. They'd met in basic training when they'd all enlisted at eighteen and had been inseparable since.
The most serious relationship any of them had had outside of each other were a few of the beta girls they had kept around for more than a night when they were on their shore leaves, but even then, none of them ever lasted longer than that week.
Omegas were... complicated. There was too much opportunity for hormone fuckery to make things more serious than it was supposed to be. Too much of a chance of one of them losing their heads and making a mistake like biting them.
But he'd had the same sex ed courses as any other piece of shit with a high school education, and he knows what his instincts were telling him. And they were telling him that this omega needed to be taken care of.
They were touchy-feely little things, he knew. He had been onthe receiving end of enough of Luke and Tenor's sisters' need for full body contact snuggles to know that. And from the sounds of it, Eden hadn't had nearly enough of that kind of care that omegas needed.
"Give me your arm," he murmurs. "Good girl," he says when she holds it out to him and he slides it into the sleeve. "Now the other one."
He stands her up and balances her hand on his shoulder as he guides each delicate foot into the leg of her jumpsuit and then zips it up to the top. He pops the collar so none of the alpha filth outside this room even think about her sweet neck.
