Feeling that bittersweet stretch that made my eyes pop open, my body want to pull away and slam down harder. Feeling him fill me beyond what any beta man could. Claiming me wholly and solely his.
He pulled away to place a kiss on my butt, then nipped the soft curve there.
“Soon, baby. I’m so fucking hard, I’m lying on this bed, rutting against the fucking quilt with the need to get inside you. Never felt anything like this, the need to be in you, to rut you over and over, but when I do, it’s going to be rough and hard. I need you feeling all soft and sweet and humming along in a cloud of pleasure, so you can take every thrust with a smile on your face and a scream in your throat. Come for me, and I’ll give you what you need. Come for me, Sage!”
That command cracked down upon me, making me feel the pressure of his face, the rasp of his stubble against my most tender of flesh. His tongue was a promise, luring me closer, telling me sweet, sweet tales of what I’d get if I just gave him this—my pleasure, my bliss. Finally, I felt a prickling at the base of my spine which heralded something was coming.
Me.
His thumb rubbed across my clit, getting faster and faster as he plundered my cunt with his tongue, striving to get deeper and deeper, until I felt the graze of his fangs.
Fuck, that—that was what I wanted, needed. Some part of me knew bliss would come if they pricked my skin and buried deep, biting the part of me that needed him the most. I pressed my hips back against him, grinding my cunt into his face, but before he could nip me, it all came rushing up, a spiralling conflagration of pleasure.
And pain.
I felt myself snap down around his tongue, gripping at it, but I wanted something more, something hard, which wouldn’t be denied, powering through my every pulse and tearing more pleasures from me. I sobbed out my response, part bliss, part agony, but he knew. One last lick, that was what I received before he pulled back and replaced his tongue with his fingers. I jerked against him, his other hand reaching around to tease an oversensitive clit, and if I were still a beta, I might have pushed him away, having had enough for now.
Except I wasn’t.
I was a needy, messy, shaking omega, and she needed her alpha.
“I’ve got what you need,” he reassured me in a gravelly voice, thrusting his fingers hard inside me, over and over, the percussive slap loosening something inside my spine, only for him to pull back and slide another in. I whined at that, at the feel of a stretch I wanted, needed, but he just spoke gentle words, trying to settle me.
“I know, omega. I can feel it in the ache of my balls, what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you, every fucking inch of my cock, but you need to open up for me.” The fingers were withdrawn to my whining protest, but another was added, and that was when I felt the burn. “Now you can feel it—the way it will when I’m inside you. You gotta let me go in raw, skin to skin, nothing between us. I need that, omega, and I think you need that too.”
He felt me stiffen, pulled his hand free, and then flipped me over, stroking my face with fingers that reeked of me, staring down into my eyes as he did so.
“You need to feel it, my cum blasting inside you.” One hand slid down across my breasts, then my stomach, before settling down low where my womb would be. “Filling you up, claiming you inside as my fangs sink down into your neck. You’ll be full of me then, of my cum, my knot, and my claim.”
I took birth control regularly to control my unruly periods, but…this was a step, which was why he’d turned me around to look at him, for Max to see Sage so they could make a decision together.
I’d never found the whole breeding thing hot before, remembering the uncomfortably damp feeling of it seeping out of me every time I was with a guy bare, but now… I could almost feel it, trickling over sensitised flesh, reminding me of the pleasure I’d experienced and was about to have more of as I reached for him. I’d be preoccupied by it, by him, a realisation he seemed to recognise with a rakish smile.
“Give this to me, omega, and I’ll—”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t say much more, feeling like I’d just stepped off another cliff, only to go hurtling down. Only Max was right there with me, shoving his hand in mine and gripping my fingers tight as his other pushed back inside me.
“Just one more. You can do that for me, can’t you, omega? Come on my fingers. Feel that stretch” —his fingers pulsed in and out— “like it’s my cock, but that’s gonna push you so much further. Show me you’re ready for me, ready for my cock. Come just one more time.”
His thumb rubbed across my clit with every thrust, and it felt like it dragged me along for the ride with each pass. Then my hips shifted on the bed, meeting each stroke, wanting, needing exactly what he said. Deeper, harder, faster, the heavenly friction unlocked something inside me, something that came with his words.
“Such a good girl, doing just as you’re told. I can feel your little cunt clasping me, gripping me tight with every fucking wave that makes you feel good.”
“So good…” I rasped out, going limp on the bed, not so sure I had any more orgasms left in me, but Max swept me into his arms, seeming to know I was tossing up whether to turn from a solid to a liquid. He held me close, stroked my hair, and told me how beautiful I was, then he pressed one long, soft kiss to my lips, stopping my pants and making me feel him, feel what had to come. My eyes flicked open, staring into his as we pulled away, then he nodded, smiling a Max smile, not a wolf one. I could see the pain and the need and the desire there, right along with something else.
“Doesn’t make sense to betas,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. “They seem to need long, slow dances towards each other, but not wolves. A wolf knows who she is, so he recognises the other half of his heart the moment she comes sauntering into his stupid fucking workplace, and this wolf is taking what’s his. You ready for that?”
This was my last out, the moment to ask for more time, to get to know each other, to be sensible, just as I’d been taught. Except I wasn’t a beta anymore, so I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Of course you are. You’re fucking perfect.” Kisses rained down across my neck as he moved the two of us until we faced each other, then he eased the tip of his cock in. “My mate. Always my mate.”
When he thrust inside me, I felt it all the way up into my heart.
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“Take a deep breath.” I did, Max’s lungs mimicking mine as we sucked in each other’s scents, and when the air hissed out of us? He surged up, bucking his hips up and clamping his hands down on mine, pulling me down hard so I had to meet his stroke.