Page 148 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Her chin tips backward and she shakes her head unable to find her words.
“It hurts?” I ask her.
“N-n-n-n-n-nooooo.”
“It feels good?” She bites her lip and swivels her hips and now it’s me who can’t find my words anymore, because that feels good and it looks good too. Our little Omega grinding on my cock, her tits jiggling as she does.
She teases me and herself like this for several drawn-out minutes, grinding and grinding me, using my cock to hit every sensitive part inside her. It’s obvious that it drives her mad because she starts to chase the feeling, grinding harder, rotating her hips faster and then lifting up on her knees so my cock slides through her pussy, before slamming back down on me.
“Shit!” I groan. “Shit!”
She does it again, and then again and again. Building speed until the little thing is bouncing up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing too, her back arched and her hands tight on my thighs behind her. Pushing her pussy and her chest forward, giving me a view of everything I want to see.
“Fuck, baby, you’re good, so fucking good. Look at you, like some kind of Goddess, sitting on my cock like it’s your throne.”
“I wanna come,” she wails.
“Then come, baby. Come on, come on my cock.” I grip her more tightly, taking control of her motions, bouncing her up and down and thrusting up into her from below. Meeting her pussy with a wet thwack every time she lands slap on my lap.
Soon she’s falling apart again. Just like before. I’m learning the signs. Animalistic little noises bubble in her throat, her legs shake, her stomach tenses and then she falls apart. My grip is the only thing keeping her upright as her sweet little pussy milks me. Milks my fucking cock like it’s desperate for my spunk.
How can I deny her that? I’m coming with her, flooding her with my seed, rubbing her up and down my cock as we both sail through our orgasms.
“Knot me,” she cries, as the after-waves jolt through our bodies.
Yeah, no fucking way I’m denying her that either. Not when I’ve been dreaming of – yeah and fucking jerking off to – the idea of this, for weeks.
I hold her down firmly on my cock as my knot expands, feeling her pussy clench around me, squeezing me tight, forcing another fucking orgasm from my core. I watch her face, watch as she winces at the pain, then comes again, pleasure washing over her features.
I pull her in close, dragging her down to lie flat on my body. I nuzzle her forehead, purring despite myself. I can’t help it. I’m so fucking blissed out.
I knew she was the one. I fucking knew it. And this heat of hers, it’s going to be insane.
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Bea
The next fewdays pass in some kind of crazy dream. I don’t venture from the house because the alphas are too concerned about my security this close to my next heat. But, to be honest, I’m perfectly happy where I am.
I hang out with Molly in the kitchen learning a thing or two about baking to rival Nate’s skills, I read gossip magazines with Mrs. Stormgate in her bedroom, I explore the acres of garden and in between I have a lot of fun in my new nest, in my new nest with my six alphas.
I take Molly and Courtney’s advice and get busy exploring what I do and don’t like. I’m surprised to find there is an awful lot of stuff I do – letting my alphas tie me up, tying up my alphas, threesomes and foursomes, even fivesomes, being watched, lots and lots of dirty talk, and to my surprise, having my backside eaten out. I also discover one or two things that are a hard no – my gag reflex is way too sensitive to ever get on board with deep throating and the idea of fisting scares the living daylights out of me. I’m pleased to find, though, that my alphas are perfectly happy with my tastes and preferences. There’s no pressure to try something I don’t want to and tons of enthusiasm to undertake the things I do.
I speak to the ecological foundation and find them surprisingly understanding about my situation and happy to push back my interview until my hormones have settled. Hormones that don’t seem so bad in the run up to this heat. In fact everything seems manageable – scrap that, pretty darn enjoyable.
Especially when I’m snuggled up on the deck with my alphas watching the sun fall behind the distant ocean.
It feels like things might be stabilizing. It feels like I’m beginning to get a handle on this being-an-omega thing. I’m beginning to think I even like it.
It feels like nothing could pop our perfect bubble of bliss.
Which means, of course, that something does.
A piercing scream.
Immediately my six alphas are up on their feet, Silver reaching for a gun I didn’t even know he was wearing in his jacket, Hardy dragging me to my feet and clutching me to his chest.
“What the fuck?” Nate says, thundering towards the garden doors.
