I was about to say something, to ask questions, but right then, under his hand, I felt a sharp ache twist inside me.
“You…knew?” I asked between pants.
“You will too, when you accept us. You’ll feel our responses and needs like they’re your own, but right now, that’s all one-sided, so you have to content yourself with letting us look after you.”
Blake’s fingers pulled up my shirt, then worked their way under the yoga pants slowly enough that I could stop him if I wanted.
“If you don’t want to make a mess of your pants, you might want to take them off,” he said as his hand moved lower.
“What? Uh!”
At every point where my body touched Blake’s, I felt a warm glow, one that helped settle the twists and turns inside me. As his hand slid down, the warmth grew, bigger, more expansive, radiating all the way down to my bones and melting me. I was limp now, on the swing, in his grip, because I was capable of nothing else. His heat had turned me to an overly responsive goo, right up until his finger found my clit.
I let out a helpless little groan, feeling a tiny vestige of beta shame at letting a guy finger me outside, but that was shuffled to one side. He chuckled as my thighs fell open, his fingers seizing ground so quickly surrendered. I could see how this worked, why alphas were so essential to omegas. They took away the pain and replaced that with pleasure, making you cling to them with everything you had.
And what pleasure.
“Blake…” I gasped out as he rubbed his finger slowly, purposefully, over my clit.
“I know, love. I know. You’re feeling needy again, and I’m going to take care of you. If you need me to, I can make it quick, or…”
My eyes flicked open then, finding his, the silvery glow and the glint of his fangs making clear exactly who was in the driver’s seat right now.
“Or?” I gasped out.
“Or I edge you for a bit, get you close, so close.” My body stiffened at that, as if his words were reality and that was where I was right now. “Then let you settle back down again before getting you close again.”
“And not coming?” I complained. “That sounds like hell.”
His grin widened.
“But imagine how intense it will be when you do come.”
I could imagine it all too well, the bastard, and he knew that.
“And what about you?” I asked, moving my head slightly, feeling the thick, heavy weight of his cock under it. “Aren’t you all supposed to be hosing me down with cum right now for my own good?”
“It helps hold you for longer. You were able to sleep for hours, then have a meal, and you’ve only just started aching again when I brought you out here. Whatever is in us, it helps settle the changes in you.”
“So you’ll fuck me,” I said, trying to be brash, but my voice just came out all breathy, his fingers moving slightly faster.
“Riley—”
“You’ll put that freaking huge dick in me.”
“Riley—”
“You’ll have to ease it in, because damn, you’re fucking huge.”
“Dammit, Riley. We’re trying to do things right here.”
“Right?” I got up then in a series of shaky movements as the swing moved, Blake forcing it to a stop before I tipped myself over, and I capitalised on that stillness to reach for Blake’s sweats, peeling his pants down.
He protested, made all these excuses as to why he shouldn’t do this, until I brought him out, thick and throbbing, into the night air.
“Why can’t we fuck?” I asked, then silenced him by swiping my tongue along the crown of his cock, collecting up all that sweet pre-cum. He groaned then, unable to speak, his spare hand going to the back of my head. But the other? It slid back between my thighs, working my clit, making me burn all over again. I pulled away, waiting for him to answer.
“We could hurt you,” he said. “The need… I want to flip you over, slap your hands down on that tree trunk, and slam every inch of me inside you more than my next breath, but that would hurt you. I can’t let myself do that.”