Page 36 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
He drags his teeth up her chest and her throat, and nibbles on her earlobe, licking around the shell and whispering in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you.” He plunges another finger inside and her breath hitches in her throat, Her skin has a film of glistening sweat to it and it glimmers in the faint light, beads of liquid running down her body. He catches one with his tongue and sweeps it up over one breast, to her collarbone and the base of her throat. Here his attention is caught by the origin of her scent, the gland at the back of her neck, that’s engorged and thrumming. He pulls his fingers from her, ignoring how she wails, and flips her onto her stomach, rubbing his nose over the gland and inhaling so fiercely for a moment he’s lightheaded. Her scent hits his blood stream and it buzzes.
“Bite me,” she says, her body suddenly still, frozen, her breath caught in her throat.
He glides his tongue across the gland. It’s so hot it’s almost scolding, but it tastes divine.
Yes, he’d love to sink his teeth into it. Fuck, he’d really love to. Instead, he licks it again, dragging his tongue over it slowly so that every single taste bud drowns in her flavour.
Then he snaps up her hips, lifting her onto her hands and knees and reaches between her legs, coating himself in her slick.
She whimpers, knowing what’s coming, wriggling her arse backwards to try to find him, to try to hook him inside.
He chuckles. There’s nothing like this. Nothing like having a little Omega at his mercy, begging to be fucked. Needing it, craving it, chasing it.
A little whimper escapes his own mouth as he squeezes the cheeks of her arse. It’s been so, so fucking long. He lines himself up and plunges inside, dragging her backwards onto his cock, and this time a deep groan rumbles in the very centre of him, from his very soul, building and building, and tears pool in his eyes, as her walls clench around his cock, so soft, so infinite, so fucking insanely good. Like finally coming home.
He snaps his hips against hers. Fucking her with everything he has, sparing her nothing. And the word that spirals through his mind each time he bottoms out, driving as deep as he can inside her, stretching and filling up that tight precious cunt of hers, is home, home, home, home.
He yanks her up onto her knees, cradling her against his chest, clutching at her tits, kneading them with both hands, biting on her shoulder, holding her as she falls apart in his arms. And then he follows, coming harder than he has done in years, harder than he can ever remember, his whole body shuddering with the force of it and for a moment he looses himself completely, swept away with the force of it, his knot expanding without him even realising.
She squeals, twisting in his arms.
“Take it,” he says, feeling how her entrance stretches for him. Her whole body tenses against the pain, then starts to relax and she drifts backwards against him.
He growls right at the back of his throat, a noise that makes his chest rumble and she responds with a mewl, nestling into him, sighing when a fresh wave of his spunk hits her inside.
He rolls onto his side, taking her with him. “This is only the beginning, little Omega,” he tells her, “only the beginning.”
* * *
It’s dark, when he wakes much later to the feel of soft fingers tracing the planes of his chest and he’s greeted immediately by the wet smell of Omega in heat, his cock hardening in an instant. He’s eyes springing open, the Omega’s face swimming into view.
Fuck, but she is beautiful. Somewhere, in the back of his mind he’d known it, noted it, admired it. Never acknowledged it. It wasn’t right to fancy your best friend’s little sister. And back then it hadn’t been sexual anyway, just an objective observation that she had a pleasing face.
Now, as the shadows of dusk fall over her features, emphasising the sweep of her cheeks, the bow of her lips, the smoothness of her skin, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He shakes his head. It’s just his Alpha talking. His rut clouding his judgement.
“Alpha,” she whispers, her fingertips trailing lower to his abdomen and lower still to the course line of hair. “I need you.”
“Don’t stop, little one.” Her eyes find his and her fingers trace the fuzz, reaching the base of his cock. “Keep going,” he says. And she grips him, leaning towards him to gloss her tongue down his chest, following the path of her hands. She lifts his cock to her lips and kisses his head, licking up the pre-come that dribbles in anticipation. “You want to taste him?” he asks her
She doesn’t answer, swirling her tongue around and around his head, and he bends his neck so that he can watch her take the whole of him into her mouth. Fuck, if she doesn’t look more beautiful still with her pretty mouth stuffed full with his cock!
She sucks at him hungrily and messily. There’s no rhythm or real force to it. The taste of him on her tongue is driving her insane and he can tell she can’t concentrate, his head lying on her tongue as she sucks on it. He grips the base of her skull with his hands, feeling the burn of her gland against his fingers, and thrusts into her mouth, watching as her eyes slide backwards into their sockets as she tries to swallow him down.
He won’t waste his seed like this, though, as much as he’d love to see it rush down her throat and spill across those pretty lips of her. As much as he’d love to make her lick every last drop of him up. But no, he wants to save his spunk to pump inside her. He jerks back his hips and he slips from her pursed lips with a pop. She whimpers and he can see what a wet mess she is between her legs.
He drags her up onto her feet and bends her over the bed in just the manner he’d imagined more often than he should.
Entering a second time is no less shattering than the first. His knees momentarily buckle and her body shudders too in a way that tells him it’s just as good for her. For a moment, he stares down at the point where they are joined, at how well she takes all of him, like a good little Omega. But it’s more than that. He fits her perfectly; she holds him flawlessly.
She wriggles her arse in need of friction and he pounds her. “Is this what you want?” he says smacking his hips into her so hard the bed beneath them rocks and the floorboards creak. He’s knocking the breath out of her and she buries her face in the mattress, her hands lost fists in the sheets. Her cunt pulses around him and he finds her clit with his right hand, feeling the way it quivers against his thumb and he knows she’s close. “Is this what you want? You want to be fucked, don’t you? By me, just me, only me, no one else.”
“Only you,” she pants, “only you.” And then she tumbles over the edge, her body going limp as her soul itself floats momentarily away from her body, and as much as he wants this to last, to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, the sight of her body immersed in a bliss of his creation has him loading into her.
“Fuck!” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck!” His knot expands before he can hold himself back, his body in control completely, wanting to ensure there’s nowhere for his spend to go but up inside the little Omega. She mewls as his thrusts die away and he manoeuvres her onto the bed. She snuggles back into his arms, muttering words he can’t catch, and he wraps his arms around her, wanting to feel the beat of her rapid heartbeat, the warmth of her skin, and the rise and fall of her ribcage. She’s slim but not overly so, there’s strength in her core and in her thighs, and yet a silk to her skin too. Her body is so different from his, curves and sweeps, no hardness, no edges, all inviting rises and falls, fluid and moving. He has a sudden desire to kiss every part of her, but her body is stilling and she’s drifting into sleep. She murmurs as a fresh shot of his come pumps up inside her and he bends his ear closer to her mouth.
“I’ve only ever wanted to be fucked by you,” she says, her voice melting into the whispers of sleep.
