Page 96 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
So I lick her pussy like a starving man, fuck her like I’m going to be graded on it and feed and care for her in the rare moments in between.
I have her every way I can imagine. On her back, on her front, on her knees, wrapped around my body, on my lap. I knot her again and again, filling her little belly so full of my come it bulges with it.
Fuck. It’s so insanely hot. Her bedroom smells like sin itself. A mixture of her heat-sweetened scent, and her slick. Her pussy smells more and more like me as the first day slips into the second and then into the third. Everyone will know she’s mine by her aroma alone. No one will be in any doubt that we’ve been fucking non-stop for three days straight.
It’s not enough for her though. She’s frantic the entire time. Her little hands scrabbling over my body, greedy for more touches, more kisses, more pleasure. She wakes me with her pleading whimpers, rubbing herself against me, no longer needing words to tell me what she wants.
I have her face down on the mattress, her hair coiled around my fist, pounding her hard, when the words slip from her lips. As she crests the wave of her orgasm, they stream from her mouth.
“Bite me, Alpha. Please bite me! Make me yours!”
I freeze, my cock buried deep in her pussy, my fingers tightening in her hair.
“What?” I whisper, though I heard her all right.
“Bite me! Claim me!”
The alpha inside me roars with excitement. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into the little omega’s neck, to taste her flesh and her blood, to claim her with the powerful snap of his jaw and make her his forever.
But I can’t. I can’t do that. It’s not right.
Omegas will beg like this in a heat, their minds warped by their hormones and their insatiable lust. It doesn’t mean they want it. Not really. When the cold light of day hits, it’s a different story. Shit, I saw it myself with Ash and Layla. Fucking up like that, biting an omega in the midst of her heat has dire consequences. Ash is fucking lucky it worked out in his case.
But Ash is a lucky bastard all round. I don’t have that kind of luck in my life. Isabella would hate me, despise me, if I bit her.
“Pleeeeaaaase!” she whines, writhing underneath me, desperate for more friction, for my powerful thrusts. She struggles against my grip in her hair, bending her head forward and exposing her neck. The tissue-thin skin glints in the afternoon sun.
It’s so tempting. So fucking tempting.
The alpha roars inside me, demanding I do it. Claim her. Take her. Have her.
I lower my mouth, closer and closer until I can feel the warmth of her skin against my lips.
This is the origin of her scent and it’s so intense it’s intoxicating. I kiss her there and her whole body quivers, her breath all panty. She stills underneath me, waiting.
I lick my tongue over the skin, tasting her, flavors exploding across my tongue and colors shattering across my vision.
I inhale, scraping my teeth across the skin. She gasps.
I imagine what it would be like to press a little harder, to sink my sharp alpha teeth through her flesh. My hands are shaking now, my heart pounding so hard she must be able to feel it.
I want this. I want this so badly.
But that’s not who I am. I’m not an asshole. I’m not my father. I could never do this to Isabella.
“Omega,” I whisper, my voice faltering, “I can’t.”
She lets out a strangled sob.
“Please, Alpha, please.” I snap up straight.
“No,” I say, trying to inject resolution into my wavering heart.
“You …” she mumbles, “you don’t want me.” There are tears in her voice. Shit!
Shit!
“No, no, Omega. That’s not it. I want you so badly, so badly. But not like this, not now.”
