In Doubt, page 17
Two strong hands take hold of my wrists.
“Giorgie, I need to talk to you. Do you know where you are?”
I struggle against his grip, lifting my hips, fighting to grind myself against him. Anything for relief. Anything to end this need pounding between my legs, to cure this pain deep in my womb.
“I can’t talk now,” I sob, “It hurts too much. Make it stop, Alpha, please make it stop.”
Those light eyes of his turn to fire and he lifts my wrists and pins them above my head, coming to kneel over me.
“How can I resist?” he asks, “How can I resist you, Baby Girl, when I know how delicious you taste, and how perfect you look when you come. You want to come now?”
“I don’t want to come,” I say, my lip jutting out in a pout. “I need to come.”
Why is he talking so much? Why isn’t he inside me already? Rutting me, breeding me, knotting me!
“Hmmm,” he says, lowering his head to nibble at my neck. It has every part of me sparking, but it’s not what I need right now.
I growl at him, and he lifts his head and peers down at me.
“Are you growling at me, little Omega?”
“I need to come,” I tell him, trying not to be cowed by his fierce alpha glare.
“Ahhh there’s my girl.” He chuckles to himself.
“It hurts!” I insist.
“I’m going to make you come, Baby Girl, and then for once in your life you aren’t going to argue with me. You’re going to do what you’re told and we’re going to have the talk we need to have.”
“Fine,” I say, scowling at him.
He chuckles again and then he’s wriggling down my cargo trousers, taking my underwear with them, and spreading me wide.
Usually, this would be too intimate for me, to be laid bare like this, but I’m so desperate to come, I’d do anything he asks if he just–
And then he does, his hands now gripping my thighs apart and his warm mouth meeting my pussy.
“Ohhhh,” I squeal, my hips lifting off the mattress to greet him.
“Fuck,” he groans into me, kissing my folds, sucking me into his mouth and swallowing my slick as it pours from me.
It’s intense, crazy intense. The few men I’ve let do this to me, have been polite about it, methodical. It always seemed like they were doing it out of a sense of obligation.
Not Jake. He’s loving every second of this. Kissing my cunt like he’s the luckiest man alive, like he’s honoured to have his face between my thighs. It’s passionate and obsessive.
I grip the sheets, struggling to hang on, sensing the coming release. Knowing it’s going to blow me away, wondering if I can handle it when it does.
His tongue slides along my folds, one minute flicking at my clit, the next plunging into my hole.
I cry out, head thrashing from side to side, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Alpha,” I cry, “Alpha!”
“You want to come, Baby Girl? Then come for me.”
I tear at the sheets, panting for air, gasping every time his wet tongue hits my clit. Hits it again and again and again and …
I scream, my spine rigid, the orgasm ripping from my core and blasting through my body. The world blinds white. The air stops in my lungs.
I’m nowhere, nowhere, suspended in nothing.
And then I fall back down, sparks flying through me as he laps at me, not giving way even when I place both hands on his scalp and push him.
He growls at me, his hands tightening on my thighs.
“No,” he says. “I’m not done, not done yet.”
“Ohhh,” I moan, that rushing sensation stirring, building in my core. “I’m going to come again,” I mutter.
“Yeah you are, Baby Girl, going to gush all over my face, going to drown me in it so I can lap every drop from this sweet-smelling pussy of yours.”
His words are as filthy as what he’s doing to me and I’ve never been so turned on. This isn’t how it’s meant to be between omegas and alphas is it? We’re their fuck toys. A possession to be rutted and knotted. And hell that’s what I wanted when I chose to come here, to be with him through this heat. I’m not a fool. I know it’s preferable to going it alone.
But this? This is more pleasure than I’ve ever known before.
“I’m com–I’m com– Fuuuuucccckkkk!” I scream as it happens all over again.
“That’s it, pretty Omega, come all over my face. Like a good girl. Like a good little omega for your alpha.”
And I do. I gush all over him, slick flowing from my cunt too, the bed wet beneath me.
It should be excruciatingly embarrassing, but he purrs with such contentment as he licks me clean, I feel … proud.
No man has ever been into me like this.
Maybe instead of fighting with each other for the last year, we should’ve been doing this instead.
I think that’s going to be it. He promised me an orgasm, and he’s given me two earth-shattering, mind-rearranging ones.
But he’s not done. He’s not done with me at all. He’s going for round three.
There’s no way I’m stopping him.
He gives me more orgasms in the space of an hour than I’ve had in whole relationships before.
When he’s finally done with me, I’m a wreck, tossing around on the surf and left limp and half-drowned on the rocks.
I have no voice left and no energy to move. He stumbles to his feet, wiping his hand over his face, glistening with my juices and his spit.
I’m so exhausted I don’t even have the energy to close my legs and his eyes flutter down from my face back to where he’s been feasting.
For a moment, I think he’ll dive straight back in, but he stands there staring instead.
“You taste so fucking good, Omega,” he tells me.
“Hmmm,” I manage to mutter in response. “Will you fuck me now?”
“Uh uh, not yet. We have a deal.”
“Deal?” I say, slipping my hands down my body, ready to plunge my fingers inside me. The pain is gone, the orgasms soothing that away. But the need to be filled remains.
“Yeah, a deal. Time to talk.”
I dip a finger inside myself. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and swollen too. Everything is sensitive, every touch divine.
The alpha watches my action, licking his lips.
“Fuck that looks good,” he says, forgetting all about talking. “But I need to see your tits, Omega. Want to see you squeeze your tit while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
I bite my lip, his words lighting little fires of desires in my core.
“Omega,” he repeats.
With my free hand, I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall open. His gaze is now locked on my chest, the pupils of his eyes dark discs floating in the whites of his eyes, the coloured irises entirely swallowed up.
He jerks his chin at me as he shrugs his shirt over his head. I’m rewarded with the view of his magnificent chest, all tightly packed muscle, hard grooves and smooth planes. I sigh, thrusting my finger in and out of my channel.
“I want to see your tits,” he tells me. Unbuckling his belt, the clank of the metal making my mouth water.
I tug down my bra, releasing my breasts, my nipples already stiff peaks waiting for his attention.
“Don’t stop, Baby Girl.” He drops his trousers down his long legs and then he’s standing there in only his boxers, the outline of his hard cock clear as day.
He’s big. I’d always suspected he’d be big, but not that big.
“Omega,” he warns, dragging my gaze away from his crotch and back to his face. “Your tits, play with your tits.”
“You’re very bossy,” I mumble as I squeeze my breast between my fingers, wet sloppy noises emanating from between my legs as I drive my fingers in and out.
“Yes,” he says. “I am and I like it when you do what you’re told.”
I shiver, not quite able to admit that I like doing as I’m told when he asks. It seems somehow naughty, knowing that usually I’d resist, I’d argue, but for now he has me under his control.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and I moan as he slips them down his thick thighs, his cock springing free.
It’s beautiful.
I’ve never found a cock beautiful before – and I know I’m in heat, my brain muddled by hormones – but his is. Curved, deliciously girthy, and a darker colour than the rest of his tanned skin.
He wraps his hand around the base, exactly where his knot will expand, and takes a step towards me.
“I thought we were going to talk,” I tease.
“Later,” he says, swallowing hard. “Later, Omega. I’m sorry but I can’t …” He swallows again. His jaw is taut with tension, his brow furrowed. “I have to have you. I’ve waited so damn long. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I look at him in shock. Has he really? Or is it his rut driving foolish words from his mouth?
I don’t get the chance to ask him. He’s stalking over me, tugging my fingers from between my legs and holding them up to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around my forefinger and licking. I shiver hard, nearly orgasming right then and there.
When he’s had his fill, he lowers his head and kisses my nipple next, teasing the stiff peak between his lips sweetly, reverently.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I want this too, Alpha. I want it so badly.”
It’s been so long, so long since I’ve been able to let go, to trust anyone enough to give myself over. And I realise now how much I’ve missed this. The feel of his lips against my breast, the weight of his body on mine, the nudge of his cock between my legs.
“I want it so bad,” I repeat. My eyes fall shut as his arms slip underneath me, cradling my body as he slides inside.
I gasp at the stretch, at the sheer size of the man, and he whispers in my ear.
“It’s OK, Baby Girl, you can take it. You can take it all.”
“Y-y-yes,” I mutter, even though I’m not sure I can.
But I’m so wet, so turned on, so primed, somehow it works. I relax around him, emitting him inside. Deeper and deeper.
Despite how badly he wants this, he’s patient, careful, and I’m grateful for it.
I think I’ve taken him all, that there can’t be any more of him. I’m wrong, another inch and another and another, reaching places no man has ever reached before. Then finally he bottoms out with a grunt, panting slightly as if it’s taken all his control to go this slow.
“Are you alright, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Alpha.” I run my nails down his back, nipping at his shoulder, encouraging him onwards.
“Giorgie,” he moans, drawing his hips back, his heavy cock dragging through me and sparking everything inside.
The friction is delicious. Even more so when he thrusts his way back, less gently now, more forceful, and I get a first taste of his strength and his power. Both things that frighten me usually. But here and now I see how good he’s going to make this for me.
I cling to his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh as he gains a rhythm, holding me as he pounds me into the mattress. All that careful restraint finally snaps. It’s like all the tension between us has been building and building to this point and now it’s exploding. The electricity I feel whenever he touches me crackles, shooting across my body, igniting my insides and I’m climbing towards another orgasm before I know it.
“So good,” he pants by my ear, his breath warm and tickling my skin, “So good, Omega, feels so damn good.”
A tiny smile skims my lips. I want this to be good for him. I want it to be as good for him as it is for me.
“Yes,” I agree, “Yes, Alpha, so good.”
His teeth graze my neck and my gland sears, desperate for his teeth, for his bite, to make this all real and permanent. That need grows and grows as I near my orgasm. It takes every ounce of my control to bite down hard on my lip and stop from begging him to claim me.
My release crashes through my body
“Oh fuck,” he says, eyes locked on me as I buck in his arms, cunt convulsing around his cock in wave after wave. “You’re milking me, Baby Girl, milking my cock. You want my come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “And your knot. Really need your knot.”
My words seem equally potent as his. His thrusts stutter, the tension falls away from his face, and, with a loud grunt, he sinks deep, warm liquid flooding inside me, followed by the stretch of his knot at my entrance. I gasp as I’m stretched wider and wider, his knot expanding to lock inside me. But there’s no pain. This is what I needed, what my heat-crazed body desired. An alpha knotted inside me, pumping me full of his seed.
This alpha.
He falters, catching himself before he crushes me, and groaning with the pleasure of knotting me.
“Knew you could take it, Baby Girl. Knew you could take my knot.”
I stare up at his beautiful face, locks of his damp hair falling over his bottomless eyes.
And the overwhelming emotion flooding my body is one of safety.
I trust this man. I feel safe in his arms.
20
Levi
My leg won’t stop jiggling as I sit on the sofa, chewing my nails. Trying not to smell that scent and hear those noises. Beside me, Aiden can’t keep still. Sitting one minute, then jumping up the next and strolling to the window. Even Dylan’s distracted, scrolling through his phone, his thumb rocking backwards and forwards, before he casts the thing aside.
It’s that scent. The scent of an omega in heat blasting through the villa and stirring every lustful alpha bone in our bodies. I suspect we’re all halfway to rut as it is. I suspect it’s only a matter of time before one of us cracks and breaks down the door of the master bedroom.
This situation is fucked up.
What the hell was Jake thinking bringing her back here?
To his pack. An omega in heat. If he isn’t prepared to share.
He’s been locked in the bedroom with her for the last two hours, enjoying himself if the delicious noises coming from the room are anything to go by. The omega’s little whimpers, her moans and groans, her cries of ecstasy are nothing short of torture. I want to see that. I want to drive those noises from her mouth.
Shit!
This isn’t how a pack operates. Packs share. Packs work together to look after an omega through her heat.
One alpha doesn’t get to call dibs. They can’t dominate her time and her attention.
If that’s what Jake wanted then why the hell did he join the pack?
“Doesn’t sound like they’re talking to me?” Aiden mutters, as the rhythmic sound of a headboard hitting a wall pounds from the bedroom.
“He said he’d talk to her, explain the situation, find out what she wanted. And he will,” Dylan insists, but he doesn’t look convinced, his eyes keep flicking towards the bedroom.
“And what if she doesn’t want to be rutted by a pack?”
“I think she’s beginning to mellow towards us,” Aiden says, striding to the window. “Hell, I think she may even like us.”
“She likes Jake!” I snap.
“Up until a few days ago she hated him,” Dylan scrubs his hand through his dark curls.
“She never hated him,” I say. “She wouldn’t be fucking his brains out now if she hated him.”
“I don’t know,” Aiden shakes his head. “In my experience hate sex is some of the best.”
“That’s because you’re a pervert.”
Aiden grins before an especially loud moan has all of us glancing towards the bedroom. The noise permeates straight to my dick. I’m rock hard and if I’m not getting invited in soon, then I’m going to have to take care of things myself.
“I’m going for a walk,” Aiden snaps. “I can’t stand around here waiting for a golden ticket to paradise. It’s going to drive me crazy.” He doesn’t wait for a response, storming from the room, the door slamming a minute later.
Dylan coughs, then strides to the kitchen cabinets flinging them open and dragging pots and pans from the cupboards.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask. My skin is crawling with irritation, the knot at the base of my cock throbbing with the need to lock into omega pussy.
“I’m going to make the omega a snack. We need to keep her hydrated and well fed.”
“I know that, dickhead,” I mumble.
Dylan stares at me, then drops the bowl he’s holding onto the counter, and walks around to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and massaging the tension he finds there.
“You’re all tense.”
I nod. “That smell. It’s driving me into rut.”
He drags me closer, smoothing his palm against my cheek.
“You need to come?” he asks me, his other hand trailing down my body to cup me through my shorts.
“More than you could ever know.” There’s desire sparking in my packmate’s eyes, the kind that has my own blood heating.
“Want me to help you out with that?”
I grip his hand on my shoulder, squeezing his knuckles, and pulling him closer for a kiss.
“What do you think, Alpha?” I growl when I let him go.
“I think you need to ask me nicely, Levi.”
I scowl at him. Dylan likes his little flirtatious games but my patience is running thin, especially when the moans from the bedroom seem to grow louder.
“Please,” I manage to spit out through gritted teeth.
Dylan licks his lips, fondling with the fly of my shorts.
When he frees my cock and takes me in his hands, I groan and watch as my packmate, an alpha, drops to his knees in front of me.
“You know I’m going to return the favour,” I say, as he strokes his fist up and down my length, a stream of precome dribbling from my tip.
“Or maybe the omega will,” Dylan says, making my cock jerk before wrapping his lips around me and sucking me into his mouth.
This isn’t new. We’ve been sleeping with each other ever since we formed this pack. But my dick in his mouth still sets me alight. Every time feels like the first time. I never tire of it.
