Page 23 of Desperate Omega

Markus’s release is not far off either. I can sense it in the bunching of his muscles and the way his cock throbs harder and faster inside me. My pulse quickens at the thought of him reaching completion inside me.

But I need to be careful.

It is not Markus’s seed I’m worried about. He has not marked me, so there’s almost no risk of him impregnating me now.

The problem is his knot—the bulbed gland at the base of an alpha’s shaft that expands just before ejaculation. I saw Markus’s knot last night when I made him come all over his own stomach. I don’t think I’m ready to handle that much extra girth inside me. Not yet.

I do want Markus to finish though, and I want him to do it inside me.

I want him to fill my pussy with his seed.

I raise my hips until only his tip is still inside me, then I flex the walls of my vagina, squeezing him with all my might, releasing, then squeezing him again, even harder than before. I work my pelvis up and down ever so slightly, coaxing, sucking, begging for his hot seed.

“Come for me, Markus,” I whisper. “Please, I want to feel it. I want to feel you coming inside me.”

The alpha moans in his sleep.

My thighs ache from holding my body over him like this. They tremble from the strain.

I let him slide into me a little deeper, and his tip brushes against the sweet spot on my front wall, just behind my clitoris. I come instantly, and my legs give out beneath me, causing me to drop onto Markus’s lap. His cock slides into me—all the way in—and his knot expands inside me. A sharp cry breaks from my lips.

It is not a cry of pain.

Don’t get me wrong, it does hurt, but the pain only serves to heighten my pleasure, and the intensity of my own climax doubles, then doubles again as I feel the hot rush of the alpha’s semen pumping into me, gushing against the deepest part of me. Liquid warmth spreads all through my core, and not a drop of it leaks out. Markus’s knot holds everything in.

And it keeps my body locked with his.

I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat while his cock continues to pulse within me. Exhaustion surges over me and through me, and my eyelids suddenly feel as heavy as two pieces of lead. I let them close. The day has only just begun, but I’m ready to go back to sleep for another hour or two. If Markus’s knot has abated by then, maybe I’ll ride him a second time. That thought brings a sleepy smile to my face.

My mind drifts. I’m teetering right on the edge of unconsciousness when I hear the first howl in the distance.

My eyes snap open.

Did I really just hear that, or was it only my half-conscious mind playing tricks on me?

The second howl leaves no doubt. It was definitely real, and it makes the small hairs on my arms stand on end.

I’ve been hunting in the wildlands long enough to be able to identify the sounds different animals make. I can differentiate between the howls of coyotes and wolves and the feral dogs that are descended from the pets of the ancestors before the Change.

The howl I just heard belongs to none of those creatures.

It was the howl of an alpha.

More howls follow, each one louder and closer than the one before. They are less than a mile away, and they’re heading in this direction.

“Markus,” I hiss.

The alpha just grumbles softly, but he doesn’t move or wake up.

“Markus,” I say, shaking him.

Still nothing.

The howls are getting closer and closer. It sounds as if they are following the same old road Markus and I used to get here.

“Markus!”

I draw my hand back and swing it hard against the side of his face, slapping him. It feels like slapping a statue. My palm stings from the impact.