Page 33 of Rocked By the Alpha
His head is between her legs once again. It’s been there constantly over the last three days. She can’t remember an Alpha who ate her out so many times through a heat. Usually they just want to fuck and fuck some more.
He says it’s because she tastes divine. He says it now as he laps at her lazily, coaxing an orgasm from her agonisingly slowly. Tears trail down her cheeks as she begs him to let her come.
“Not yet, little one, not yet. I want to make it good for you. I want it to lift you off the bed. I want you to gush into my mouth. Can you do that for me? Come in my mouth?”
“Yes … just … please?”
“Like this?” He swirls around her clit, awakening every single nerve end. She wails, hands gripping the sheets.
The room stinks of sex, of slick and come and sweat. The aroma of what they’ve done is nasty. Yet, she wallows in the stench, wanting to rub it all over her skin.
His tongue continues to do its work, sweeping around and around her as his fingers trace up and down her thighs. She wants them inside her, pumping her cunt, but he’s refusing.
“You have to trust me, Omega,” he tells her.
The orgasm builds slowly. When she tries to move it along, lifting her hips, bucking against his mouth, he presses her back down and holds her still.
The buzz in her sensitive nub, spreads deep into her belly, and her gland aches. When the orgasm comes, it’s so powerful for a moment she can’t breathe, the blast so strong it goes on and on and on. Everything tingles and she’s so sensitive she forces him away, unable to let him touch her at all.
He scrambles up to his knees, swiping the back of his hand over his wet chin.
“Shit, I could do that all fucking day.”
“I think you have been doing it all fucking day.”
“Are you complaining, Omega?” He reaches down and tweaks a hard nipple and she shrieks.
“No.” She stretches her arms above her head, uncurling like a cat.
“Good, then I’m going to fetch us some food.”
She snatches her hands around his neck. “Don’t go Alpha.” She can hear how needy her voice sounds, something she’d hate at any other time, but this heat is still going strong, even after three long days of fucking and coming, and her body’s needs have taken over her reason.
He untwines her hands from his neck. “You need to eat. I won’t be long.”
Then he’s gone and the room seems darker and emptier. She curls up onto her side, drawing the cover over her body, finding a patch of pillow that smells of him and burying her face into it. Her body hums with post-orgasmic bliss and it lulls her back into sleep.
When she wakes, it’s to the Alpha stroking her cheek.
“What time is it?” she asks.
“Five-ish,” he tells her.
“In the morning?”
“No, the afternoon.”
“Shit.”
“That’s why you need to eat.”
“Let me eat you.”
Her hands trail down his torso to the hard rod in his pants.
Pants?
He’s wearing clothes. Why is he dressed? Is he leaving?
