Page 35 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
He scoops the whimpering little Omega up into his arms and walks her back to the house.
His room stinks of dirty laundry and unwashed sheets, the air hums with his heady masculine stench and despite his attempt at tidying earlier, there are clothes dumped on the floor and slung over a chair, the top of the chest of drawer scattered with toiletries and paperwork. The cable from a phone charger and another from some headphones snake across the floor and the curtains hang haphazard from where he tugged them from their rail.
It is the last place he’d want to bring an Omega. Mate, his brain barks. But she doesn’t care, snuggling deep into the bedcovers when he drops her on the bed, her excitement growing as she sinks her face into the sheets to inhale the stench and then rolls and wriggles over the mattress, burying herself in his smell.
He smirks. The Omega likes his scent. It’s making her wetter and needier, and his already erect cock hardens further.
“Take your clothes off,” he says, peering down at her.
The command pulls her back to her senses and she props up on her elbow. Her teeth clatter together, despite the way her skin glows with heat. She hesitates. Her mouth moves wordlessly several times, as if she’s searching for words. Finally, she finds them. “I’ve never done this before,” she says, not meeting his eye.
He sinks to his knees. “You’re a virgin?”
“No, not a virgin.” She struggles to get more words out, eyes scrunched up with concentration. “Never been … an Alpha in heat.”
He stares at her and then slowly licks his lips. “You mean you’ve never had a knot? Never taken a knot?”
She shakes her head and he groans long and loud. His will be the first knot, the only knot. He will be the one to show her what it feels like to be filled completely by an Alpha.
“Omega. Look at me, Omega. You are going to do exactly as I say, do you understand? I am going to take care of you. I’m going to melt away that pain and transform it into pleasure that will blow your mind. I’m going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, over and over again. And you will love every minute of it. You’ll never want it to stop.” He grins wolfishly at her. “But only if you do exactly as I say. Because you’re mine, little Omega, for the next three days you belong to me. Every single part of you is to do with as I please.”
Her body remains completely still, the fine hairs on her arms lifted, her eyes wide. She’s listening.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Do you consent?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Then take off your clothes, Omega, and show me your pretty little cunt.”
She does as he says, tugging her sweater and shirt over her head and then shimmying down her jeans. Her hands drift up to her hips and hover over the waistband of her knickers.
“Slip them off, sweetheart,” he says.
Her eyes locked on his face. She hooks her thumbs into the band and slides them down, exposing first her fine line of curls and then her richly pink lips, swollen and coated in slick. The smell of it permeates the air and he sinks further onto his knees, chin resting on the edge of the mattress.
“Open your knees and let me see everything,” he says as she kicks her underwear to the floor. “And get rid of the bra.”
She opens for him and from his position, he can stare straight up into her, her fat lips spread, revealing the most intimate parts of her to him. He lifts his gaze and lets it roam up her body to the mounds of her now bare breasts, her nipples pink and pert.
He grips her thighs and slides her towards him until she’s right up against his mouth and he’s breathing in only her concentrated scent and the reek of her slick. His cock throbs and jerks in his pants, desperate to be released onto this Omega, but he wants to taste her first, wants to know if she tastes as good as she smells. His fingers dig into the plump flesh of her thighs. He’s always loved that part of a woman, how soft it is, how it gives under his fingers, how it feels against his cheek or nestled around him as he fucks.
“Shit,” he moans, dragging his tongue through her sopping folds, scooping up the wetness into his mouth and letting it dissolve. Then he sinks his whole face into her. She wriggles, and he knows the sensation is too much for her, but he grips her in place, not letting her squirm away as he sets to work on eating her out. The taste is so intense, permeating deep inside his brain, making his gland buzz and his cock dance, that he barely hears her little sighs and moans, hardly notices the way her body tenses as she digs her nails into his scalp and then shudders and collapses. He’s lost to the swirl of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the suck of his lips, licking and lapping and kissing and flicking her until she’s a wailing mess on the mattress and slick runs down his chin and smears over his nose and his cheeks. He never wants to wash it off. It feels fucking amazing on his face. Fuck, he’s missed this. Fuck if he didn’t dream about burying his face in a little Omega’s cunt every single night. But never, not once, in all those dreams, did she smell or taste as good as this.
“More Alpha, more,” she wails, tugging at his hair and his attention is drawn back up her body. “I need more,” she gasps, pawing at him.
“I’ll give you more when I’m ready, Omega,” he says, but he can’t resist letting her take his hand and guide it towards her entrance. He slips one finger inside, closing his eyes so he can concentrate better on how she feels, as he runs his cheeks over her tit, the roughness of his stubble awakening her nipples.
Her cunt is warm and soft and it grips at his finger, and he reaches up until he finds the spot he’s looking for, nestling his face between her tits as he strokes at it. It sends her wild, her hands clutching at his wrists, and slick flowing from her freely.
“Fuck me Alpha, fuck me.”
