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“So good, omega,” I moaned, as her walls convulsed around my length, the sudden stretch tearing her orgasm from her. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer; my come spilled out of me in a pounding, pulsing torrent, filling her even further, the rhythm of her cunt around my cock milking me for more, and more, leaving me starry-eyed and my cock twitching and jerking inside of her. She was grinding against me even now, eyes tightly shut, lips moving as she whispered “please, alpha, please.” A fresh wave of come spurted from me, and I watched as her eyes fluttered open to meet mine.
“So good, omega,” I repeated, “taking my knot like this. Does it feel good?” I didn’t need to hear her response: I could read it on the slack lines of her face, her softly parted lips and smell it in her scent, sweet and warm. An aftershock shook through her, and I closed my eyes, feeling her moving on my cock, my knot tugging at her entrance, still too large to allow for anything more vigorous than a gentle rocking.
I sat up, holding her to my chest, repositioning us so I sat with my head against the headboard, my omega sitting on top of me. She was so beautiful like this, her skin pink and glowing, her eyes wide, lips swollen, her breasts pushed toward me in invitation. I took one blushing nipple in my mouth, rolling it over my tongue, and heard her gasp above me. Her hands clutched at my hair, pulling me closer. I licked and sucked at her sensitive bud, then released it with a pop, watching the skin pucker in the cold before moving to the other, licking it, too. I flexed my hips up, thrusting against my insatiable mate, and murmured against her skin, “You want me to breed you, hmm, omega? Want me to stuff you full of my cock, then fill you with babies?”
“Yes, alpha, yes–”
“You’ll be so round with my come by the time I’m done with you, baby, you’ll look pregnant already.”
“Please, alpha,” she panted, and I watched her eyes roll back as I fucked my hips up into her, painting her walls with my come, as she begged for it–for me to breed her. She was flushed and pink and shameless, and for a moment, I could imagine it: her stomach round and swollen, her tits heavy with milk, her hips widening as her body adjusted to its new passenger–my alpha roared, my cock throbbing still, wanting to bring that vision to glorious life.
Her body moved on instinct, eyes closed and hips making slow circles against mine, and I took advantage of this moment when my omega was content to rest, locked together like this, to move my lips back to her breasts, kissing the hot skin between them, licking over her nipples, then up to her neck, feeling her walls flutter around my cock as I teased over the scar there with my gentle tongue. “Thank you, omega,” I murmured into her skin, but she didn’t seem to hear me, lost to the sensation of our bodies together.
As my knot slowly went down, I could see the change come over her–she needed more. I bounced her on my hips, feeling the tug against my knot as her tight pussy fought to keep me inside, finally working her past the swelling until she was moving slickly up and down my shaft. Her tits bounced too, and as her slick and my come spilled from where our bodies were joined, I wanted to mate her again, wanted–fuck, wanted to fuck my seed back into her with my cock–to do those things I had said to her, wanted to fuck her into the bed, wanted–
I flipped her over, her face against the pillow, her ass in the air, the pinkness of her slit peeking from between her spread legs calling me to plunge back in. I did, one hand on the curve of her hip, the fingers of the other digging into the smooth skin of her scarred shoulder. Again, and again, I thrust into her, feeling her tighten and release over my shaft, her breath short and fast, a whine threatening to escape her as she forced herself back against me, needing more–more–
“Alpha,” she cried, and I thrust deep into the body of my mate, fucking into her harder and harder until my knot expanded once again to lock me inside, to bury my seed deep inside her tight, hot, channel. I bent over the curve of her spine, my teeth replacing fingers on her scar as I bit down again on her tender skin to feel her shudder beneath me. I came with the taste of iron in my mouth and a feeling of deep, deep satisfaction in my bones.
Ella
I rose slowlyfrom sleep into consciousness in pre-dawn darkness. Had it been one night? Two? Three? I wasn’t sure. I had only flashes of memory, of the alpha next to me dripping water into my parched mouth, of his cock entering me, filling me, claiming me.
Now, Charlie was breathing slowly, his breath tickling my neck as he slept curled around me, his chest against my back, his legs tangled with mine. We were locked together, his cock lodged within my stomach, and I wondered how long we had been like this, for him to fall asleep–but then again, he had been doing most of the work. An omega in heat was insatiable, but now, I was feeling very satisfied indeed. I smoothed a hand over my stomach and felt Charlie’s cock twitch under my skin, releasing another wave of heat into me. Was it swollen slightly already? I felt full, and content, and so different than the woman–theomega–who had presented herself again and again, taken knot after knot, and then begged for more.
But it had worked. I knew it. I could feel it, already, not in a physical way, but… I could tell. Sense it, somehow.
I smiled, and drifted into sleep again.
* * *
The next time I awoke, it was morning. The smell of coffee drifted from the door of Charlie’s–our–bedroom, left ajar. The window was cracked open, too, and a cool breeze ruffled the white linen curtains. I stretched out on my back, my rational brain knowing that the sheets were unconscionably disgusting, but my instincts wanting to burrow deeper into the mingled scents of alpha and omega. I pulled the duvet around me, and sat up.
Then, with a start, I remembered. A smile grew on my lips, my chest bursting with lightness. I brought a hand to my fluttering stomach, as if it were possible that I could feel it already: ababy.I would take a test, in a few weeks, to be sure, but… an omega in heat, an unsuppressed alpha, and no birth control? Statistically…
And the statistics didn’t matter, anyway. Iknew.
I sensed Charlie before I saw him, smelled his alpha musk and his particular juniper scent, the one that smelled like home. And coffee–he was carrying two cups. He nudged open the door with an elbow, and smiled at me.
“I thought you might want some coffee,” he said, and his voice was gravelly from lack of sleep.
“Mmm,” I said, gratefully taking the mug he held out to me. I took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of dark roast. It cleared my head. I looked up at Charlie–at the pale blue smudges under his eyes, highlighted by the flush on his cheeks, at his hair, so messy that I could only imagine what I had been doing to it. A flush of warmth passed over me–I wanted to have him again, in the mess of sheets and blankets that made our love nest. This man was my alpha, my mate. My new family.
The father of my children.
My heart thumped behind my ribcage.
“Do we have any decaf?” I asked, and twin smiles grew across our faces.
“Do you think..?” Charlie started, putting his own mug and mine on the bedside table, coming to stand between my legs as I sat at the edge of the mattress, his eyes traveling from my face to my hand, still on my stomach. I couldn’t speak, could only smile and nod, as Charlie lay me back down on our bed, his body above mine, his mouth pressing coffee-flavored kisses into my lips. “Ella,” he said between kisses, “I love you,” and he rolled us over so that I was laying half on top of him, my hair curtaining his face.
“I love you, too, Charlie,” I said, as his hand came up to rest lightly on my stomach. I was disgusting, unwashed, and covered in sweat and come and slick, but I had never felt more beautiful, more cherished, as his eyes gazed on the place where his hand rested. Somewhere in there was a growing cluster of cells that would, in time, be a baby.Ourbaby. My heart fluttered at what the future held. His eyes met mine, the gold-flecked blue shining with a promise:
“I love you, Ella,” he whispered, and then, the word he had said so many times to me, the one I had never believed in, before him. Before us.
“Forever.”
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