Page 94 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
He tweaks my nipple and I forget all about the scratchy rug as tingles scoot through my breast.
That’s never felt as good as it does right now. Maybe it’s his knot buried inside me. Maybe it’s the magic in those fingers of his. But soon I’m writhing in his arms, biting back moans, my cunt fluttering around him, as he twists my nipples between his finger and thumbs.
And then to my utter surprise, I come. His touch makes me come.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as I fall back to earth. “That’s never happened before.”
He chuckles. “I like that I’m your first.”
He nips my neck as his knot deflates and then scoops me into his arms and carries me through to my bedroom. All the cushions and blankets I keep piled up in the wardrobe are scattered across the floor and my single bed. My giant alpha dildo lies center of place with Mr Teddy perched next door and I have a tower of chocolate bars waiting for me on the bedside table.
He lowers me onto the bed and draws the curtains.
“I’m going to build you a bigger nest.”
“You don’t like it?”
He stalks around my room, examining the paintings hanging on the walls and the framed photos on the shelf. Photos of me and Maria.
“I like it a lot, Isabella. Because it smells intoxicating. But you deserve better. The best fucking nest money can buy and I’m going to buy it for you.”
“This is the best nest money can buy if you are in it, Alpha,” I say softly.
His eyes flick to mine and then to Mr Teddy rubbing up against the giant silicone penis.
“Isabella, are you corrupting my teddy bear?” My cheeks flush. He observes the changing color of my skin. “I will take that as a yes. Out with it. What has my poor bear been witness to?”
“He’s not a poor bear. He was a more than willing participant.”
“Participant?” His eyebrow fly up his brow. “Explain.”
“It’s between me and him.”
My alpha’s in rut and an omega not doing as she’s told heats his blood. His cock jerks and the next thing I know I’m being flipped over onto my stomach and bent over the bed.
He leans his weight down on top of me, his breath hot by my ears as his fingers circle my entrance. Around and around. Each time threatening to dip inside. Teasing me with what I long for most. Slick trickles from me continually and I tilt my hips in rhythm, trying to hook him inside.
Those fingers. Those damn clever fingers of his.
“No, Omega. You need to be a good girl first and tell me. Tell me what you did,” his voice turns throaty, “I want to know.”
“He smells of you,” I murmur, half-entranced. This must be what it’s like to be hypnotized, to be under someone’s spell. He could ask me anything now, anything, and I’d tell him. “Of your scent. And you smell so good Alpha.”
“Do I, Omega? Does my scent make you wet?”
I moan, sucking in a deep breath of him, letting that scent stroke down my throat and warm my belly.
“Tell me more.”
“I got myself off–”
“How?” he says, making me squirm as he dips his finger just inside me, stroking the very beginning of my walls.
“With the dildo. I closed my eyes, breathed you in, imagined you were here, imagined it was you pumping in and out of me, making me come, knotting me hard.”
“Hard, just like you like it.”
“Yes, yes.”
