Page 54 of Dark Revolution

His fingers dip lower as he slides one in, giving me the sensation of having something in me but not actually giving me any relief. “And am I safe to assume I’m who you think about every time you get yourself off when I’m not home?”

Fuck. He knows about that?

“Yes, my greedy, little slut. I know about that. You think I can’t feel you fall apart through our bond? Do you know how achingly hard you make me throughout the night, wishing I was here with you, filling your greedy little pussy instead of playing sheriff to a bunch of miscreants that can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves?”

He pulls out again. Thwack. Jaxxon eases the sting with a swipe of his hand before sliding his finger back inside. It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough. “What did I tell you about touching what was mine, omega?” Thwack. A strangled cry gurgles from my lips. Each smack sends a tendril of arousal through me, causing my insides to clench on nothing.

The desperation I felt earlier pales in comparison to this. This is tortuous. Grunting, I slide my hips back, seeking his fingers, his cock, anything that can stop this burn deep inside me. Instead of filling me up, he smacks me again and again until I’m right on the precipice, needing to fall apart.

Pulling back, I feel the familiar head of the measurer as he slides it deep inside me, going much further than I dared to. The tip touches my womb, sending a bust of shocks through my body, similar to an orgasm but very pale in comparison. Instead of feeling depleted, I feel even hungrier, needier.

“Omegas that disobey,” he purrs in my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine, “don’t get to come. Maybe next time you’ll be a good girl for me and not touch yourself without permission, hmmm? Or do I need to strap something over you to keep you from touching what belongs to me?”

Pulling the measurer out, he nudges the tip into my back hole, and I freeze. His chuckle is dark and full of promise as he removes it, and I sigh with relief. However, soon, it’s his finger taking its place, the blunt digit pressing forward, forcing itself deep where no one else has ever been.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Relax, sweetling, let me in.”

Relax? Relax? How the fuck am I able to relax with his finger in me? I take in a deep breath, willing my heart to settle when he surges in, sparking the nerves along the entrance as we both groan together.

He pumps a few times before pulling his finger out and replacing it with two. This certainly wasn’t something they showed in the video, but as mortifying as it is, the feeling of being stretched open by his thick digits leaves my body shaking with unrequited need. Flames race through me, burning me up as he adds a third. It borderlines pain, but that bite drives my arousal up tenfold, at least.

Pulling all three out, he steps away, and I don’t dare look to see where he’s going. Soon, I hear the water in our bathroom and the sounds of him washing his hands. His footfalls are light, but I no longer need to hear him to know he’s approaching. I feel it in our bond, in the way my body lights up as he gets closer. The only reason I didn’t feel him tonight was because I was engrossed in the video.

“You seem to have an aversion to the lubricant, so I’ll work on procuring a different one if you so desire. In the meantime, I believe you’re wet enough to get the job done.” Once more, he slides the taper deep inside, tickling the entrance to my womb until I’m delirious with need until he pulls it out and slides it into my back entrance.

It’s not as intrusive as his fingers, but it still feels odd, sticking out of me like a banner pole. Minutes go by until he finally pulls it out, and I can breathe. “Not in heat yet, sweetling, but your temperature is a touch higher than normal for your dynamic. Perhaps in a week or two?” A hum of deep love and affection flows from him into me, vibrating our bond with harmonious bliss. Smiling against my neck, he slides his hands around to cup my stomach, pouring out all his hopes for our future children into me.

With him so optimistic, it’s hard to feel anything but complete elation at the prospect, but deep down, so deep that the bond can’t give me away, there’s still that restlessness that prowls around. I’ve been a beta for so long that this all feels wrong. No matter how amazing Jaxxon makes me feel, there’s still that small part that yearns for freedom.

Once I’m heavy with child, I’ll never be free to do what I want again, and this heat is like another clock in my head, ticking away the time until I’m no longer able to escape. I don’t want to, not really. Now that I have Jaxxon, I can’t imagine my world without him, but there’s still a wild, almost feral side that’s desperate to break out. Hopefully, once my estrus hits, that part will calm down, and I’ll finally be satisfied.