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I shake with need as emotions play over her features. She ducks her head, but not before I glimpse her hunger. I rub my hand over my scalp, using the movement to center my control, and scoop her off the bench on my way past.
She squeaks and leans away, but I snarl and tighten my arms around her before crossing the threshold into our den and settling into the room’s only chair.
When I lift the cover off the tray, she stills. I set the lid aside and shuffle her around until her back presses against my front and her legs drape on either side of mine. The globes of her ass pillow the hard length of my cock and the weight of her small breasts rest on my forearm. My purr deepens with delight. She trembles in my lap.
I spread my knees, forcing her legs wider apart. She stiffens and sniffles.
I pinch a piece of bread off the loaf and offer her the morsel. She doesn’t open her mouth. Her breathing turns ragged as I tighten my arm around her chest.
“Eat now, tiny omega. You’ll need the energy to survive what I’m going to do to you,” I say.
Her wet locks shift against my chest as she shakes her head.
I sigh and pop the bite into my mouth before pouring water from the pitcher into my cup and taking a large gulp. She peers up at me with wary eyes.
“I don’t need to drug you to have my way with you. Any other alpha would’ve rutted you in the trash heap. Eat before my patience runs out,” I snarl.
I offer her another bite of bread. Still uncertain, she avoids touching her lips to my fingers, but when I raise the glass, she greedily sucks down swallow after swallow.
I purr my satisfaction and enjoy the relaxing of her body as she eats from my hand, noting her reactions to each new food and changing the bite size when she struggles to chew a larger piece of jerky.
I’ll enjoy watching her figure change as I pamper her with only the best foods. She’s gorgeous, but too thin. An omega needs padding to survive the attentions of an alpha in rut.
The scent of flowers perfumes the air. I refill the glass and regulate her consumption, pulling the cup away when she tries to gulp down too much. Her breasts brush against my arm as her breaths saw in and out of her lungs, sending blood rushing to my groin.
I smear my finger through the dollop of sweet paste and pinch off a bit of bread before pressing it into her mouth. Her groan and tentative lick test my control.
With her tongue stroking over my digit, I slide my other hand over her hip and dip between her legs, tracing the crease where her thigh meets her labia. Her dainty growl amuses me to no end. I huff a laugh into her hair, jostling her on my chest, and nip her ear as I press her tongue down with the pad of my finger.
“Hush, sprite. There’s no stopping me,” I say as I nuzzle her temple. The position crimps my neck, so I lift my head and brush my digits deeper into her folds. The soft petals surrounding her opening swell as I explore and test her intimate flesh. She whimpers and wriggles, so I release her tongue and encourage her to suckle my finger as I find the small bundle of nerves above her entrance.
She jerks when I stroke directly over her clit. I chuckle and deepen my purr before teasing either side and playing with her clit hood.
Wetness seeps from her, filling the air with her delicious pheromones. She tenses her legs and closes her teeth around my finger. I circle her clit before dipping lower to test her entrance.
With just enough slick to ease my way, her body accepts the first inch of my digit. When she gasps, I pull my finger free of her mouth and push deeper until my second knuckle disappears into her pussy.
She’s too tight. Too hot. Too addictive.
I pull away before I lose control. She’s not quite ready. My cock would injure her with so little slick, but a volcano erupts deep in my groin.
With a snarl, I rise, bend her over the table, and grind my cock between the globes of her ass. I pin her down, spanning my fingers across the width of her back, and wrap my other fist around my shaft. With her spit and my pre-cum as the only lubricant, I jerk myself until magma rushes from my balls and spurts from my tip. I growl in satisfaction as my release splashes onto her silky flesh, covering her in my scent.
It isn’t enough, so I shift my aim higher and stroke harder, ensuring jets of pearly white land in her hair and spatter over her shoulders. When my instincts demand I cover more of her, I weave my fingers into her locks and twist her neck to pin the side of her face to the table.
I cum on her chin and cheek, but am not appeased, so I prop a knee on the table and lean further until drops land on her eyelashes and pool in her temple.
Finally satiated, at least temporarily, I grunt and wipe my still leaking tip over the globes of her ass. She doesn’t move when I step back to enjoy the sight of her drenched in my release.
I wait for my heart to stop pounding against my sternum before I approach her again, but when she shifts, I growl.
“Don’t move until my seed dries on your skin.”
She grimaces in disgust, but I swirl my digits through the mess on her face. Her soft lips tremble as I ghost my thumb over them, and I cling to my control with every ounce of willpower I possess.
I want to sink my cock into her mouth again, but exhaustion emanates from her.
Needing her at her best before I wreck her, I lift her off the table and carry her across the room. As I set her on the sleeping mat, her fear skyrockets, emitting an acrid scent from her pores, but I grab the nearest blanket and smear the worst of my mess from her face. I wait until her eyes meet mine before speaking.
