Page 41 of Dark Company

With a loud cry, my eyes flutter close, shutting out anything other than the electricity thrumming through my body as his cock swells, stretching me out even further, just up to that point where it will turn into pain and leave me breathless with agony.

But it never gets there. Instead, it starts a new cycle of pleasure, one that keeps building until I know it must surely crash. And it does. The moment his hot cum bathes my insides, my body shudders as it clamps down, holding him deep within. With every clench of my inner walls, more cum pours into me until I’m sure I’ll burst. Darkness clouds my consciousness, allowing me to sleep once more, only to have it start all over again.

This time, it’s different. Nothing feels right. Bits of material scrunch and bind underneath me, making me sore. But I can’t move. The man is on top of me, pinning me down, his soft snores flooding my brain. With feeble movements, I shove at him, hoping to wake him enough to allow me to move.

Something is not right, and I have to fix it. Curling my fingers into fists, I strike at the unmovable body on top of me, the one that smells far too good, and feels like an inferno against my skin. The blows should hurt, they should at least sting. Something in my mind knows this, yet I feel nothing. Nothing can touch me in this altered state. It makes me feel bold, able to move heavens and earth, and yet, I can’t get this heavy lummox to roll over.

After moments of prodding, I finally get my way, rejoicing when he finally moves and stares at me with eyes so green it’s like staring into a body of water. The brown flecks that dot his irises look like bits of earth that the water is lapping at. How I want to lose myself in the coolness of his eyes, to dip my toes in the water of his gaze.

But then, it’s there again, that insistence that something is wrong. Once he’s fully off of me, I’m able to move about and take in the enormity that is my nest. No. Nothing at all is right. The smell that comes off of it comforts me some, but the look of it is all haphazard and out of place.

He must have messed it up while pleasuring me, but that’s no excuse. Baring my teeth, I snap at him, showing my displeasure at the state of my nest. It’s as if I never constructed one at all, and he just laid me down on the closest pile he could find. But that’s not right. It’s not okay. Nothing about this is okay.

Shifting to the side, the male hunches down, his fingers scraping across the floor like an apex predator sharpening his nails before the kill. But it doesn’t scare me in the slightest. There’s nothing he can do to me. I won’t feel it if he cuts me into two and leaves me bleeding out in this shamble of a nest.

Growling, I snatch at the sheets he’s kneeling on and tug, hoping for him to get the idea that his presence is neither wanted nor needed while I do this. Though that sexual ache is back between my thighs, I have to get this area straightened out before he takes me again. I just have to.

He must have gotten the hint, because soon, he steps back, allowing me free rein to put everything to rights. Relief floods my body as I pull here, tug there, smooshing and piling, getting everything just so. Soon, the male prowls around me, growling in that decadent way that turns my bones to liquid and floods my brain with the need to be conquered.

It’s making it hard to keep my brain focused on building my nest. I want this, no; I need this. I am desperate for this to be right, but he doesn’t seem to care. He juts his cock into my field of vision as if to get me to notice him and pleasure him. But I can’t. Doesn’t he see this is all wrong?

Soon, his hand glides over his swollen flesh, gripping it in a way that my body longs to, wrapping his long fingers around it, and sliding them up and down. The scent that pours off his body as that first drop of precum pearls to the tip of his shaft makes me quiver in unrequited need.

The nest is almost done. I just need a little more time. Just a few moments more. But his looming presence threatens to take me off my task. I need him in me. I need his cock to ease the pain of my arousal, to make me soar once more. Whimpers flow out from between my lips to intermingle with his masculine grunts and growls. My soft to his incredibly hard.

“Invite me into your nest, omega.”

Can I do that? Surely the bulk of him would ruin it once more.

“Your nest, omega. I wish to fuck you in it, to make you see the heavens. It’s such a pretty nest. Fit for an Alpha like me.” His tone switches to one of soft cajoling, and it trips over my skin like raindrops falling on parched desert lands. “Such a good nest, little omega. Won’t you show it to me? Won’t you let me share it with you?”

Unable to speak, I nod, holding out my hand to this stranger that makes up my entire world. His fingers are hot against my skin, speaking of promises without the need of words. He’s gentle with me in this moment, never insistent, despite the desperation that coats every word that leaves his lips.

He lets me take charge for just these few precious minutes, allowing me to maneuver him, to put him into my nest in a way that’s both visually and physically pleasing. And then I stand back, looking at him surrounded by my pillows, blankets, and sheets. No. Our. His scent intermingles with mine, saturating every soft surface. This space is as much his as it is mine, and he looks perfect laying in there.

It’s as if I built my nest to frame him in the most flattering light. The bundles of blankets hold his arms up at his side, showing off the muscles that ripple just underneath his skin. He’s pure masculinity, complete with his large, jutting cock that obscures the middle portion of his abs. But I don’t care about that. I don’t have to see them to know they’re there.

Just like with everything else, there’s not an ounce of fat on him, not a pudge or a bulge. He’s a prime specimen of Alpha, a perfect paragon of training and war. And yet, this man lies in my nest, his fingers curling up at me, beckoning me to join him. He’s all hardened warrior and patient lover rolled into one package, and he’s mine. All mine. My eyes drop to his chest, the area that protects his heart. I want nothing more than to mark him, to show everyone else that he’s mine, but I hesitate, needing his cock more than I need to show him off.

I need the promise in his eyes as his soft growl surrounds me, clothing me in his resolute desire. Groaning, I’m unable to resist any longer. I make my way over to the nest, and barely make it past the first ring of blankets when his muscular arms wrap around my waist and pull me up against him.

His heart is beating fast, a rapid staccato that matches my own beat for beat. With me laying against his chest, he grabs my thighs and slides them on either side of his hips, forcing me to straddle him. His cock is hard and thick behind me, brushing against the crack of my ass, driving me near feral with need.

This strange male holds me there, not letting me climb on and find my relief. He teases me, tortures me, sliding his rough fingers across my nipples before pulling me forward with hard, insistent tugs. The pain merely ramps up my arousal. The heavy-handed way he’s treating me doesn’t damper my pleasure in the slightest.

His raspy growls lick at my skin as he peppers the air with his dominance. I shouldn’t crave under his manipulation, but I do, allowing myself to drown in the hot masculinity as it pours out onto my skin, like liquid heat.

Slick gathers between us as I grind that bundle of nerves across his hardened abs. It’s not nearly enough, but it takes the edge off. Moaning, I rock against him, seeking my release, but he only allows me to go as far as my nipples will allow. He keeps a tight hold of them, forcing me to pull back and increase the tension between us as I ride out my orgasm.

When it hits, it’s not nearly as fulfilling as when he’s inside of me, thrusting deep into my soul, touching my heart with the tip of his cock. He knows this. The pleased smirk that crosses his face tells me everything. I should be furious that he’s denying me the thing I crave most, but in his calculated mind, he’s already one step ahead of me, waiting for the moment when I cave before lowering me onto his cock.

Altris

The moment the tip of my cock breaches her entrance, I feel at peace. I so desperately tried to give her the time she needed to fix her nest, but watching her, staring at her glistening lips as she bent over to do her work, was a strain on my control. I need to be inside her, filling her, letting her core ripple around my shaft.

I never knew sex could be this pleasurable, this addicting. Perhaps it’s best that I was forced to face my rut in a cage with a machine milking my cock. If I ever had even a hint that it would feel like this, I would have fucked my way through the harems, probably harming many in my quest for the pleasure that quiets my brain and feeds my soul.

Or, perhaps, it’s only like this with Karis. I can’t imagine some random beta making me feel the amount of need that Karis pulls out of me. It’s as if she’s my oxygen, and I cannot live without consuming her. Holding her hips, I ease her down, forcing myself to once more go slow.