Page 67 of Omega Chattel
As pretty as my clothes were, I wanted them off. Fast.
It was amazing that in his current condition, Tarin could so carefully undo each button until the shirt spread, revealing my chest. I lifted my upper body so I could slide my arms out.
Tarin fell to my chest, kissing it, licking my nipples. A throb ached from my balls to my cock, and pre-cum shot from the tip, a little hot gush, wetting my underwear.
Tarin licked his way down to my belly button, and as he worshipped there, undid my belt and the button, sliding the zipper over my taut and straining flesh.
I lifted my hips and he slid my pants and underwear down all in one shove. I didn’t have any shoes on, having kicked them off as I had gotten into the bed, so he pulled the trousers away from my feet and let them drop over the side of the bed.
Freed, my cock popped up, bobbing to my belly but standing up. It wasn’t as weighty as Tarin’s. And I was young. Pointing toward the ceiling while lying flat on my back was my current talent.
Tarin let out a few inarticulate sounds of pleasure, and began to bite and kiss my thighs. I spread them and he knelt between them, his big hands roaming up and down my legs, making every inch of my skin all over my body prickle in delight. From my toes to the top of my head, from my asshole slicking in readiness to complete our bond to my balls drawn up and churning to let loose with an orgasm, I ached. And it was fantastic.
Tarin drew up a little and nipped, then licked at the head of my cock.
More pre-cum gushed from me, and my balls stirred even more. I could feel the burning of an orgasm starting all over, but especially at the base of my spine and sending electric tingles to my hole.
Tarin sucked the tip of my cock loudly into his mouth.
“Tarin! If you do that I’ll come too fast!”
“I intend to make you come over and over again tonight until you are incoherent, until you can’t see or hear or breathe and you pass out in my arms,” was the reply.
Oh! Wow!
Tarin sat up and literally began to tear at his clothes. I watched him yank away his jacket and shirt, then push his trousers down as he was unzipping. I was afraid he had hurt himself, the way he forced the cloth over his erect cock and down his thighs. But he didn’t seem hurt in the least.
He crawled over me, fully hard, skin like a desert sun. The intensity between us had me reeling, as if all my thoughts flickered outside my mind instead of safe and secret within.
Tarin ran his palms up and down my chest and sides. “You’re mine.” Voice like song and sandpaper, rich but gritty with lust. “I am going to prove it to you so you never wonder again where you stand with me.”
I loved hearing him reassure me. He made me feel utterly important for the first time in my life. As if I were the center of his world.
Right now, for me, Tarin was everything. I never wanted this night to end.
He had yet to breach me, yet I could already feel him inside and out, surrounding me, holding me, claiming me. Lying back on the bed, I was already making a wet spot from behind.
Tarin’s cock batted, thick and strong, at my thighs and hips as he stretched himself over me, settling between my legs. I lifted myself to meet him, wanting to feel his skin against mine all over.
I had taken the classes and read the books on how to present to an Alpha in the Burn. On the stomach, knees bent, thighs spread, rear slightly lifted. Or on the back, legs up, hands on the backs of the thighs to hold the position. Or standing, bent over the side of a bed or couch. A bed was ideal, I remembered reading. The perfect height.
But now I was so lost in sensation and desire, I couldn’t think how or what to do first. I wasn’t experienced, and what if Tarin didn’t like that?
“Tell me what to do,” I said.
Tarin shifted a bit to his side, his arm holding his weight off me, his free hand going between my legs, behind my balls, and sliding under my ass, cupping one cheek.
“Just keep being beautiful the way you are.”
I clamped down on a wide grin as he leaned in to kiss me deep again, and one of his fingers slid along my crack, circling my slippery hole. It slipped inside me and I gasped against our kiss.
Tarin pulled his mouth back. “Okay?”
You’re in the Burn,I wanted to say.How can you keep such control?
I’d read about the madness for some Alphas who could not control their Burns, how they lost time or passed out or abused Omegas. There was help for them for that, therapy, drugs. But no help for Omegas. We didn’t get drugs. We didn’t get much beyond simple sex education to deal with our Alpha partners or mates.
But Tarin didn’t scare me. He seemed quite sure of himself, yet able to be concerned about me as well. To actually speak to me. To comfort.
