Page 31 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

Thank fuck.

“You like that?”

“I fuckin’ love it.”

“Okay, daddy.”

The word sends a jolt to my cock that damn near makes me come on the spot. “Strip and get on the bed, darlin’.”

Her compliance is a beautiful sight to behold. She’s so goddamn stubborn and watching her with Lucky is like watching gasoline on a match, but his nickname for her is more appropriate when she’s with me. The Lainey that thrives with my instructions is a docile little kitten, eager for affection that I love to give.

In other words, she’s perfect for me.

My hand presses hard on my erection through my jeans as I watch her hips sway while she crawls up my massive bed. The friction is good but not nearly enough. “Goddamn, Lainey. I could watch this ass move all day and never get bored.”

A pink flush spreads from her cheeks all the way down to her décolletage, and I ache to trace the path with my tongue. So I do. I crawl over her, not bothering to shed my own clothes just yet, and drag my tongue in a jagged ‘V’ from her jaw to a spot over her sternum and between those glorious tits. I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing them before she got pregnant, but they are an alpha’s wet dream now.

Each swipe of my tongue drives her scent further into my brain until all I know is the omega in front of me. I never want to move from this spot, but her hips buck, impatience evident in the move. “Is my omega aching again?” My voice is thick with arousal.

A pained whimper is her only response, so I slap the inside of her thigh. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. “I asked you a question, darlin’.”

“Yes!” She cries. “It hurts. Please, daddy, make it stop.”

Those words on her lips give my alpha all he needs to take over, relegating my consciousness to the backseat. He’s practically salivating, eager for the chance to prove himself to our omega. My clothes come off so fast I hear fabric tear, and then my bare cock is lined up against her core as she rocks against me frantically. “Holy shit. You’re pierced?”

I forgot she hasn’t seen me fully naked until now, and my alpha cedes enough control to allow me to respond in more than grunts. “For about a year. Jacob’s ladder. Seven of ‘em. You’re the only person who’s ever seen it.”

Her eyes widen before they go hazy, her pupils expanding to nearly fill the outer ring of color. I’ve heard omegas can have heat spikes while pregnant to make up for not having an actual heat, and I think I might have just set one off. Her rocking gets faster, slick coating every inch of my dick and dripping down my swollen knot. I’m glad now I asked her doctor whether knotting was safe during a twin pregnancy, because I’m sorely tempted to fill her up and lock us together for the next three to five business days.

“Need you inside me, alpha.” The plea is moaned into my ear, making my knot throb. She’s so fucking hot and I’m so damn close to the edge already.

“No,” I growl harshly, dragging my fingers through her slick before plunging them inside of her in one rough thrust. She’s soaked, so I slip right in despite it being a bit of a tight fit. “You’re going to come twice first. Once on my fingers, the other on my tongue. If you can be a good omega and do that for me, then I’ll fill you up with my cock.” My thrusting fingers punctuate every word, dragging a symphony of moans from her perfect throat. It only takes a couple of circles around her swollen clit before she’s clenching around those fingers and soaking my hand with her slick.

“Atta girl. That’s one.”

She whimpers, and the sound is music to my ears. I withdraw my hand, licking and sucking off every bit of slick. But I don’t swallow it. Instead, I hold it in my mouth and rise up on my knees to hover over her. “Open,” I demand. She does, and I let the combination of my saliva and her slick drip into her open mouth, relishing in the fresh burst of perfume I get in response. My lips meet hers, no less aggressive than before. “Can you give me one more, darlin’?”

“Yes, daddy,” the words are throaty and accompanied by a whine that is purely omega, and it sends my alpha into a frenzy. Gripping her hips, I flip her over until she’s face down with that luscious ass in the air. I want to bite it, but I wait, wanting to be inside her before I do. I settle between her legs, shoulders against her thighs and pushing them just to the point of discomfort, and dive in, lapping at her swollen pussy like a starving dog.

The noises coming from my throat are obscene, and yet each one seems to drive my omega wild. She’s fisting the sheets as pleading, whining, begging moans fall from her pretty pink lips. I nip at her lower lips with my teeth before making my way back to her clit and sucking hard. Her back arches, belly touching the bed as enough slick to drown me soaks my face. But if this is the way I go, then I’ll die a happy alpha. “Goddamn,” I mutter, tracing the finger-shaped bruises I left on her thighs and butt. “What a fuckin’ sight that is.”

I can barely see Lainey’s eyes with the way she’s buried herself in the pillows, but I sure as shit see her lips move when she asks, “was that two?”

“That was two, beautiful girl. Now you’re gonna take daddy’s cock and scream for me one more time before I let you rest. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whimpers.

“Shh, you can.” I soothe as I run my hands down her back. I waste no time slipping inside her, but the pressure on my dick is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It takes considerable effort not to blow my load right away. “You’re going to take this hand,” I grab her right hand and drag it to her clit. “And you’re going to edge yourself, but do not come.”

She lets out a whiny moan, but I shush her again. “You’ll come with me or not at all, do you understand?” I infuse the tiniest echo of bark into the command.

It’s the most firm I’ve been with her yet, and her reaction is exactly what I hoped it would be. Her pussy clenches around me, trying to pull me in deeper, but the rest of her body relaxes like I’ve taken the burden of decision off her shoulders. “Just relax and play with that clit,” I whisper the words into her back. “I’ve got you.”

The first thrust is nirvana. When people say ‘better than sex’ they don’t mean this. This is a brand of heaven all its own and one I pray I get to experience every day for the rest of my life.

Slick fingers bump my knot with each circle around her clit, making me thrust faster and harder. I’m still conscious not to be too rough because of the babies, but I take her right to the edge, only pulling back when one of us gets too close to coming. After several rounds of this, my muscles are coiled tight and I’m ready to explode.

Yanking her up so her back is against my chest, I take over pressure on her clit and rub it hard and fast, desperate to get her there before I come. “I can feel how close you are,” I murmur with a nip to her earlobe. “Gonna come for me?”