“Alpha!” I threw out a hand to prevent myself from falling. He grabbed my arm and steadied me without once stopping the steady rhythm of his stroking fingers.
“For me, Viola. Look at me.”
My eyes blindly found his steady gaze. When my vision refocused, he thrust two thick fingers inside of me. I cried out as my orgasm rolled through me, overwhelmed by the shock of feeling so full. I collapsed on his chest, shallow, shuddering breaths puffing through me as he continued to piston his fingers in and out and in and out, stretching me, preparing me. And all the while he gently stroked my hair and back while I recovered.
“How are you?” he whispered with a light kiss on my hair.
“Yes. Good. I mean, amazing.”
“Come here.”
I was surprised that he encouraged me to straddle him. Everything I had been taught said that an alpha would mount me from behind or take me while I was on my back, my legs open for him to do as he wished.
“Take your time. I am going to watch you, Viola. I am going to watch you stretch yourself near to breaking as you take my knot. You are going to beg to take my knot,” he growled. I felt his hands on my hips slowly bringing me down until the very tip began to nudge at my entrance. The invasion, the expectation, made me hold my breath and tense, but he soothed me by massaging my clit. He teased the bundle of nerves with firm and gentle strokes, which followed no pattern so that I was never sure what to expect. I relaxed into the mounting orgasm, trusting and loving the alpha who could so command my body that he was not unmanned by the fact I was about to mount him. It was my alpha who had put me in control even as he made my body sing. I was going to be able to do this as I wanted and he was there to hold me steady.
“Hold my hands,” he said.
When I felt his strong fingers interlace with mine, a surge of confidence enveloped my body, and I lowered myself. I had heard how painful my first time could be, but Syon had prepared me and my slick eased the way so that I only had an intense feeling of fullness.
He did not take the time to let me properly adjust. He did not let me ride him.
Instead, he thrust his knot deep inside my channel in one punishing thrust. Even as I screamed at the abrupt fullness, I locked him in with an omega’s strength. The immediacy of feeling his knot inside of me triggered another orgasm that had my body shaking as it tried to assimilate to the intrusion. Amazingly he grew, pressing back against my spasming sex. The pressure building until he erupted and shot his hot cum against my womb. The knot firmed, catching against my pubic bone, increasing the press against my sensitive front wall. The sensations triggered another round of orgasms, milking him, drawing out his very essence.
“Please!” I begged but didn't know what I wanted.
“Come. Come here,” He hugged me, rolled us over, and slowly began to rut into me. “Wrap your legs…”
He kept his thrusts shallow while his knot remained lodged within my tight cunt. I urged him on while I revelled in the mixture of pleasure and pain as his hard knot tested my opening. I cried out his name when he hit something deep inside of me. He granted me pleasures beyond my wildest imaginings.
“Viola,” Syon called out my name and again I came as more of his hot seed spurted into me. I pulled him close, forcing him to lie with his body’s full weight on my smaller frame.
“Thank you,” I kissed his shoulder. The simple fact that he had spilt his seed inside me soothed my heat and gave me, at least for the moment, some of my sense back.
“Am I crushing you?”
“Yes, stay. I want to feel all of you.” I held onto him tight and pressed a kiss onto his neck. My sex clenched, drawing out a groan from him. He might be so much larger than I, but lodged in my cunt—I revelled in the word—I had the power. I was the centre of his world as he was the centre of mine. “I want to feel everything.”
“Very well,” he collapsed with a huff and pressed kisses to my face and neck. “But your heat is only just beginning.”
It took nearly a quarter of an hour by the grandfather clock for his knot to shrink enough for him to slip out of me. But even then, he cupped my sex to prevent his seed from leaving my body and littered my body with sucking bites that were sure to leave marks. I purred at the idea that the world would know we were together. Marked and owned.
The cramping began again as my body shifted and altered so that it could better accommodate him. I knew what would happen next. He slid a hand between our bodies to find the little pearl of pleasure which he began to press and rub. The sounds I made were obscene. Words I would never dream of saying out loud came pouring from my lips, begging for him to rut me with his cock, to fill me up and heaven be damned.
When the knot bloomed inside of my tight cunt for a second time it hurt more than when he had broken through my maidenhead. The stretch seemed to be never-ending. In part, I knew that it was my own body locking his knot deep within me. If we had not been compatible I could have rejected it, my omega muscles equally strong and capable of strangling an alpha’s cock. But Syon, oh Syon!
I wanted his everything, and when he could not get any deeper I held him there, grinding onto him, arching and shifting my hips to find the best angle.
“You are mine now,” he growled. His eyes, which had been closed in agonised ecstasy, flared open. We lay together panting and straining as he began to come inside of me over and over, filling me up until there was a constant pressure on my womb.
* * *
I did not know how many days had passed by the time my heat faded and I was once again myself. Myself, but weak and covered in slick and cum and sweat. But above all, infused with a deep carnal satisfaction. I turned my head to see Syon lying on his back, my nest framing his inhumanly perfect form. The broad chest I had lavished so many kisses on now came into focus. It had an enticing amount of crisp hair that I wanted to trail my fingers through and down his firm stomach and below the thin sheet that barely covered his erection. I could see the outline of it still hard despite the number of times he had used it to fuck me. I ached between my legs, knew I would be raw and sore for days, yet if he had rolled over and demanded I take him again I would have gladly.
I dared not touch him. We were out of my heat, and he had not mated me. The delicate skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder was unbroken. There was no going back and yet no future before us. No matter what he said in the thrall of my heat, he had not come to my nest because he wanted to be the alpha to rut me through my heat. He had accompanied me through my heat out of a sense of responsibility, and by the force of his basic desires and needs.
He still planned to marry some other omega. He must be planning that, or he would have mated me, claimed me as his. If he truly wanted me, I’d already carry his mark. Now I must return to being Viola, no longer his loyal secretary, certainly not his mate or wife. I rolled away looking out blindly unable to focus on the beauty of my nest.
I would not regret my time with him. If this was the only moment of perfection I could ever have, I would cherish it until like every good thing in my life it would be ripped from me.
For now, until he woke, Syon was mine.