When his hips shifted, the broad head of his cock rubbed against my ass, where I was already starting to seep out slick. He hissed, groaning against my skin, jerking against me as I let my thighs fall open to spread myself wider for him.
I whimpered in protest as his body lifted off mine, immediately yearning for the warm, hard planes of his muscles against me again. But when he gripped my inner thigh with one big hand, holding me in place while he stroked at my hole with his other, any complaint I would have had faded into nothing. His fingers slid into me, scissoring to stretch me out. My eyeslocked onto the royal crown on the back of his hand as it flexed and squeezed the soft flesh of my thigh.
It felt good, but not good enough. And I could tell it wasn’t like before, in his bedroom. He was in a rush. He wasn’t stopping here or getting off by rubbing himself on my hole. The knowledge made my head spin, my whole body flooding with heat. The sound I made must have worried him, because he spoke for the first time since he’d pushed me onto my back.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” I answered him instantly. My voice sounded like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. “Keep going.”
I watched as he gripped his cock and led it to my hole. I felt myself clench against his thick head once, then twice, before it slowly pushed inside me. My insides convulsed at the feeling, a powerful mixture of pleasure and the pain of being stretched. But it was worth it.
The moment his head was enveloped in my wet heat, Kieran shuddered, his eyelids fluttering closed as his lips drew back to show his white teeth. He looked lost to the feeling, like he wasn’t exactly in control. Then again, I was pretty sure he hadn’t been in control since we’d wandered out here.
The intense pressure of being opened up stole my breath and all my thoughts, and all I could do was moan, my head falling back into the dirt and leaves. My channel was so sensitive, every inch of his cock stimulating me perfectly, everywhere all at once. I wanted to move my hips, to urge him in deeper, but I couldn’t. It felt like forever, but I finally felt his pelvis bump into my ass, his heavy balls tapping against me. He groaned loudly, hanging his head so his face was hovering right over mine.
When he started moving, the hot friction made me whimper and my balls ache, like I was already about to come. The sensations were happening so fast and all together, my mindcouldn’t process them. It was like my body was one big, raw nerve.
All I could do was reach out for him, my fingers clasping and searching for an anchor, digging into his shoulders. He didn’t push my hands away, like I’d been sort of terrified that he would do, but when he reached out to me in return, his hand encircled my throat like he was going to choke me. He’d only done that once, when he’d been really, really mad. Was he really that pissed at me? Or did he just want me to stop making noises?
I waited for the pressure, for my airway to tighten and my breathing to become more shallow, but it never came. His hand was only resting there, his fingers twitching and curling against my skin, but not squeezing. And then a smack of realization hit me, so heightened that I gasped with the knowledge.
He wasn’t trying to choke me. He was covering up my omega gland with his hand. He was covering it up so he couldn’t bite me there. So he felt it too, that undeniable pull that only happened between two people that were meant to be mates. He wanted to bite through my gland and mark me so that I belonged to him, and only him, forever. And he was holding himself back from it.
Crying out, my hips bucked as my orgasm overtook me, my sanity slipping away to pure ecstasy as my eyes rolled back into my head. Even though we were fucking and I was spurting out cum onto my stomach, my ass clenching and rippling around his cock, I realized in that moment that my love for him was so right and pure and perfect that tears welled up in my eyes.
His groans were so sexy as he kept thrusting inside me, fast and deep, using my body to massage his cock, grinding his thick flesh over my prostate with every pump of his hips. It drew my orgasm on and on until I thought I’d lose my mind.
It didn’t take much longer until his hips were bucking, his rhythm dissolving into a sloppy, desperate pace before his whole body went stiff. And then he was burying his face into my neck,the side that wasn’t covered by his hand, whining and moaning as the first pulses of hot cum sprayed out into me.
Shivering with delight, I riffled my fingers through his dark hair, holding his head to me while his body shook on top of mine. His lips nuzzled my throat, then my jaw, as he rode it out.
“Kieran.” His name tumbled out without me even meaning to say it. “You’re so amazing, Kieran.” It was all I could say, all I could think. Other than that I loved him, and I’d probably loved him forever, but it wasn’t the right time. Even in the haze of mind-numbing pleasure, my brain knew that much.
I didn’t expect him to answer me back. A twinge of anxiety bloomed in my stomach as I wondered if he would pull out right away. I wasn’t sure I could stand the emptiness so soon. Before I could try and formulate what to say or do to make him stay, he let out a choked, strangled kind of sound against my throat. Just an instant later I felt his dick, which I’d expected to soften, start to swell up, stimulating my inner walls even more than before. I would have thought it impossible until that moment, but somehow my body stretched even more to accommodate him.
He’d actually knotted inside me.
“Shit.” His voice was weak and raspy. “I’m sorry, Jordy. I-I can’t…” His words were punctuated by another surge of warm cum spilling out to bathe my insides.
He didn’t need to explain it to me. Alphas and omegas were required to take special health and reproduction classes alongside the normal curriculum. I knew exactly what was going on, how long it would last, the functional purpose for the knot, and how intense an experience it could be, especially for the alpha. I also knew that alphas weren’t very likely to be able to knot, unless it was under two conditions. If they were with their fated mate, or if the omega they were with was in heat. I definitely wasn’t in heat.
“It’s okay,” I panted out, chills washing over my sweat-sheened skin. “It feels so good.”
He answered me with a faint moan. The desperation in his voice, which I’d never heard so pronounced before, paired with the way his cock was constantly throbbing and pressing into my prostate, sent spirals of pleasure racing through me, and I felt my toes curl up. I couldn’t stop my hips from quivering.
Somehow, he managed to wedge his hand between our bodies, gripping my dick. He barely had to stroke it twice before I was shooting out into his hand, throwing back my head again and moaning, squeezing his cock like a fist with my convulsing muscles.
It was beyond description, like something perfect and ethereal that only we had ever experienced. I held his hips between my thighs, stroking his hair and shoulders as he was racked by orgasm after orgasm.
It was an assumed thing that alphas were always in charge and in control. They were bigger, stronger, and more grounded, at least according to societal literature. Omegas needed alphas. That’s what I’d always heard and what I’d always believed. And sometimes the way I felt when I was around Kieran, and how easy it seemed for him to turn me away, made it easy to believe.
But as I stared up at the dark sky, marveling at how the pale strips of moonlight poured down on us through the treetop filter, I realized a lot of what I’d always been taught about alphas was a lie. Kieran needed me. I had power over him. And my feelings for him weren’t some stupid, embarrassing crush. We were meant to be together. He just wasn’t willing to admit or accept that.
Yet.
Finally, after so long, Kieran stopped shaking and groaning, slumping against me in a sweaty, exhausted heap. I felt his knotstart to shrink inside me, gradually lessening the tension of my stretched channel.
He raised himself up on his elbows, staring down at me as he shifted his hips, finally slipping out of my body. I couldn’t suppress a wince at the pain, and then at the awkward feeling of his cum pouring out of me.
