Page 20 of Hangman's Knot
He spreads her thighs and pushes her knees back towards her torso, spreading her wide for him. In the dim light, he can just make out the delicate glistening folds that frame her sex. Fuck, even her pussy was chubby. This had to be fuckingheaven.
He buries his face there, breathing the scent in deeply as he begins to lick and suck his way from her ass to her clit. She still tastes like Julius, and that only makes it even better as hegreedily sucks on the flavour of her and his pack brother mixed on his tongue.
She jerks at the feel of his tongue delving against her asshole and he nearly smiles, going back to do it again for good measure. She lets out a confused sounding whine.
He releases her just long enough to smile wolfishly up at her. "You taste so damn good, Eden."
She lets out a flustered sound, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.
Her adorable little belly protrudes above him at this angle, and he runs his hands over it, squeezing and smoothing across it with his hands before bringing them back to her hips to hold her in place.
She wiggles a little when he touches her soft stomach, as if uncomfortable, and her hand hovers as if about to shoo him away. Women were always so shy about the best parts of them.
Enough teasing, he schools himself. Back to work. He latches his mouth onto her clit and begins to flick the tip of it up and down with his tongue until he hears her stifling a scream into the pillow.
He adjusts his arm under him so he can slip three fingers into her, and fuck that's tight. Fuck, were all omegas like this? Her pussy muscles clench around him like a fist.
And then she's coming, and the contractions that ripple over his fingers are so strong it feels like she's trying to pull his whole hand inside her.
She lets out an agonized whine even while her pussy is still milking him, needing more. Right, no more showing off. Heat spiked omega needs dick. Time to fuck her.
He pulls his cock out and lines it up with her opening before heslides it in in one thrust.
He sees god. God is a woman. She's a 5'2 omega woman with a chubby little tummy and a pussy made out of sunshine and rainbows. Somewhere in the distance, a choir of cherubs are singing Handel's coronation anthems.
ZAAAAADOK THE PRIEST AND NAAATHAAAN THE PROOOOPHET–
The sound she makes when he slides in is like he just kicked a rubber chicken against a brick wall. Is that a good sign? He sure as fuck hopes that's a good sign.
He cannot help pulling out halfway and thrusting back inside her, just to feel more of her. He bottoms out a few inches before his knot.
"Fuuuuuck, Eden," he groans. "You areperfect."
She squeaks again when he slams back inside her and he hears her breath catch. He begins thrusting at a good pace, the omega whining and thrashing around beneath him as the scent of her need builds. All his senses seem to join together and congregate at the base of his dick where his knot is already starting to swell.
He's never fucked an omega before, always keeping his knot well outside his beta partners. But as he stares at his knot, fuck, he wants to fit it inside her, wants to know what it feels like to knot someone. He's transfixed with the thought.
She's an omega so he knows she's built for this, unlike the beta girls they'd exclusively fucked before. The thought of knotting her is too much to resist, he just needed her to take a bit more of his length to do it.
He pulls out and she makes another distressed whine. Without a word, he flips her over onto her front and pulls her hips up so she's nearly sitting in his lap, her face pressed down into the pillow. He slides back into her and grips her fleshy hips as hemanages to get another couple inches into her cunt at this angle, so the swelling of his knot is right at her opening. If she just relaxes a little more...
Her wail is cut off by the pillow, thankfully, since he doesn't want the whole cell block to wake up and hear her, and then he begins absolutely fucking railing her.
Her ass bounces perfectly, and he wants to spank it to see how it jiggles, but that would sure as fuck wake their neighbours. And the thought of any of them hearing her–hearinghisomega–makes him see fucking red, making him pound her even harder.
There's nothing to be done for the squeaking of the prison bed beneath them, and apparently even Julius can't sleep through that. His pack brother lets out a groan beside them, groggily sitting up, his voice sleepy and confused. "The fuck is going on–"
Then his voice clears, and it is outraged as he takes in the sight of them. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
Tenor grins over at his pack brother, all smug alpha, high on the feeling of plowing Eden's sweet fucking fields. "Another heat spike," he rumbles. "I'm taking care of it."
"Dude! Be gentle!"
Is he kidding? Who was Julius to be telling him to be gentle? He once saw his pack brother make a beta girl cry because he took her invitation to 'fuck her ass like she owed him money' too seriously.
"You don't want me to be gentle, do you, sweet girl?" Tenor bends his body over hers, murmuring in her ear.
She just whines in response, her whole body shaking now that he's stopped thrusting.
