Page 38 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
“Hmmmm,” she mutters, as he lathers his tongue over the peak, loving the way it comes to life against his tongue, kissing it between his lips. Her legs begin to shake and he can tell she’s close. He’s learning the little signs her body gives him now, and he licks and kisses and licks and kisses until she’s writhing beneath him and lets out a loud sigh, warm air rushing from her lips and a pink colour racing across her skin. Yes, there it is.
He opens her legs and takes her before she’s had a chance to descend and she comes again easily.
After he’s knotted her, he lies with her, feeding her and making her gulp large mouthfuls of water, praising her every time she eats for him.
She likes the praise. He can tell by the way her eyes sparkle each time he whispers, “Well done Omega, good girl.”
After he’s satisfied she’s had enough, he lies on his back and rolls her onto his chest, wanting to feel the press of her body on his as he falls into sleep.
* * *
The dawn’s chorus, loud behind the closed curtain, greets him in the morning. The day is dull and he finds her tangled in the sheets, a sticky, sweaty mess from all their lovemaking. She’s sleeping, laid out on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow and her hair fanned out about her head and down her back. He rolls her over onto her side and drags her across the space between them. She stirs as he does, her lids flipping open and her sleepy eyes taking a moment to focus.
“Alpha?” she asks.
“Come here, Omega,” he tells her, reaching between her legs to touch the slick dripping down her thighs and worming his thumb up inside her. “I’m hungry.”
Her nose wrinkles in confusion, and her mind heavy from sleep and her heat. “You want me to fetch you something?”
“No,” he yanks her closer still, diving down to her crotch and wrapping her free leg over his shoulder, “I want to eat you.” He spreads her open with his fingers and rests the tip of his tongue on her clit, grinning to himself when she bucks and her head falls backwards. He may not be good at a lot of things, but he’s good at this. Instinctually, knowing what will make her come undone. Her body is like a book that falls open at the right page and and he can read her easily.
He laps at her teasingly, liking the way she wriggles her hips, knowing she wants to increase the friction he’s providing. But he won’t be tempted, hooking his arm over her leg instead and griping her arse, preventing her from moving and allowing his fingertips to trip to her arsehole and tickle her there. She gasps at that and it only encourages him to do it more; swirling his tongue around her little nub as it hardens and throbs. He can tell she’s building towards her orgasm. And a good Alpha, a decent Alpha, would take her there. But it seems he wants to play with his food this morning, so just as she nears, just as her whole body tightens and she grips fists full of his hair, he dips his head away and she gasps so loudly she nearly chokes.
“No,” she says, “no, Alpha, please don’t stop.”
But he’s already licking down the lips of her sex, exploring the layers of her folds, sucking on the engorged flesh, hot in his mouth and making his way slowly to the main course, her entrance. She smells most intense here, at her very origin, but he can smell himself too, his spunk buried right up inside her, and he wants to do that again, fill her up, let every other fucking Alpha out there know that this is his Omega and this is his pussy. Holding himself back from ramming her with his tongue, he nudges it inside a little at a time, and each time he dives a bit deeper he elicits a soft sigh from her mouth. Her body is motionless, poised for what he’ll do next and he wants to keep her waiting. Wants to keep taking her right to the edge and leaving her hanging there so that when he finally lets her fall, she’ll blow her fucking mind. He pushes in further, pausing to swallow down her slick and let it dissolve into his mouth and then he pushes some more. His tongue brushes against that spot on her front wall, all swollen and pulsating, and he sweeps his tongue backwards and forward over it, building the pace until she starts writhing, humping his face and he stretches his tongue as high as he can inside her, tasting his own seed as well as more slick, and letting his front teeth graze over her clit. She’s panting, her nails so deep in the skin of his back he’s certain she’s drawn blood and her thighs clasping his head. Oh, she’s close, so, so close. Her body begins to arch, but he sweeps his tongue from her in one swift motion, pulling his face right away and she collapses into the mattress.
“No,” she mutters, tears pooling in her eyes. “I need to come, Alpha, please let me come.”
“Open your legs for me then, Omega, and I’ll let you come.”
She looks up at him with those big wide eyes and lets him climb on top of her. His cock is hard and throbbing, and he nudges his head against her clit, as he leans down to drag a nipple between his teeth and chew it with his molars, getting her all frustrated as she tries frantically to adjust her hips and get him inside her.
And then he lifts his own hips and slams down. She gasps, her breath forced out of her lungs. She hangs there breathless for a second, two seconds, three and then she comes, sucking in air as her eyes roll and her body rides up then crashes down, flinching and bucking under his as each fresh wave of ecstasy hits her with force. It’s beautiful. Fucking beautiful. God, he could play with her like that all day, all night. He wonders how he ever stayed away as long as he did, why he ever resisted this.
Distantly, he knows there was a reason, but as he hammers into her now, her legs twining around him as she attempts to drag him deeper and deeper inside her, pushing against his backside with her small hands, he’s overwhelmed by just how damn carnal this feels.
It continues like this for hours, morphing into days. He doesn’t leave her alone. Her appetite for him is vast, the heat driving her wild with need, and yet she can’t match his greed for this. He feeds her and fetches her water, but he barely lets her sleep, shaking her awake to eat her out, to fuck her and knot her. She doesn’t complain; she seems to delight in his obsession with her body, mewling and opening her legs whenever he wants her.
But soon, far too soon, he can sense her heat is waning. Her skin burns less fiercely against his touch; the pungent aroma of her slick fades. He lies beside her in his bed, watching the rise and fall of her shoulders as she sleeps. The sky lightens outside and spindles of yellow creep across the ceiling and along the walls, gradually bathing the bed and chasing away the dark shadows of the night. Her eyelids flicker and she stirs, and he drags his gaze away to stare at the window.
His arms hang limp in his lap. Now, the lust has left his body he feels exhausted. Exhausted and ashamed, his body sore and heavy as lead. He deserves a whole lot worse.
His eyes trip back to the soft skin of her body and he flinches at the dark bruises, the purple marks that pucker her perfect body. He did that; he made those. He hurt her like that. He sucked her too hard, nibbled and bit her too much. When what he should have been doing was smothering her in kisses and cradling her to his body.
He let his Alpha out, let him take control and devour the girl. Not just any girl. His best friend’s sister.
She will wake up in the bright light of the day and she will hate him for it. And then Finn will too. The only remaining people he has will cut him out of their lives, finally aware of what he really is.
He stares at his hands, twisting them over in his lap and glaring at his knuckles. There had been so many hours, long hours, sitting in his cell, just like this, eyes glazed examining these hands. The hands of a man who had nearly killed someone.
He thought, he really thought, he’d learnt to control all that. That prison had taught him the discipline he needed. But one little Omega smelling like sex and whimpering in front of him, and he’d fallen apart. And all the suppressant pills in the world couldn’t save him.
Screwing up his eyes, he wishes things could be different.; a wish he’d made so often. He wishes he could be that boy he used to be, carefree. He wishes things had gone differently. Then, maybe he could have asked her out like any normal guy, and perhaps Finn and his parents would have approved. Instead, they are going to kill him. Finn has always been protective of his little sister. While it was fine for him to tease her, moan about her, if anyone else ever did, they’d get a fist in the gut for it.
Beside him, the mattress shifts and she yawns. “Alpha?” she says.
“Yes.”
