Page 40 of Heat Hesitation

I keep licking and kissing while she frantically scratches her dull nails into my hair, lifting her hips in search of something. I kiss my way down her soft stomach, and when I reach her slick-wick panties, I rip them off, the material tearing easily for my shaking, needy fingers.

I know the mechanics of an omega. On the outside, they look just the same as a beta, though sometimes they're shorter in height, their bodies softer, rounder, more supple. However, they're more pliable internally, with the ability to stretch, expand, tighten, and contract around an alpha's cock, pussy walls shaped and designed to suck a knot right inside their body, locking the two tightly together until both needs are satisfied.

But I've never seen one in person of any designation, and it's more than I was prepared for. I'm trying so hard to keep my shit together while I explore, but I'm slowly unraveling. And when her panties come off, and her perfume fills my nose, my alpha growls and my mouth waters, teeth sharpening and burning with the urge to bite and bond her. She smells incredible, and when I part her beautiful folds and see the slick dripping from her needy cunt, my cock pulses, and I'm fucked.

One lick, one single taste of her, and I'm coming, shaking and rubbing my cock against the mattress. It's a short burst of an orgasm with barely any effort, much like the shower a couple of weeks ago, but I still came in my pants. That's okay. I forgive myself because any functioning alpha wouldn't have the steel control I have, not rutting her into the bed.

My pants are wet, but I ignore it because my cock is hard and getting harder. Ophelia cries out, so I keep licking her pussy, changing pace and movement with each mousy plea, noticing what she likes and what makes her gush harder. Maybe I needed to come so I could think straight because I could catalog everything, every little sound.

The tip of my nose hits her clit, and she shudders, so I nudge her back and forth. There's not enough friction, so I use my thumb to pluck the sensitive bundle of nerves more quickly and firmly while I continue to lick, and a flood of come drips down her legs, spraying all over my face while her legs shake violently. She's screaming in ecstasy, so I change nothing, nudging and flicking and licking until she winds down. We're both soaked, and it's more incredible than anything I've ever witnessed.

Her cheeks burn when I finally lean back to look at my beautiful handiwork. I think she's embarrassed, but her scent doesn't tell me she's upset. She's sated and happy but shy.

"Thank you."

Her eyes widen before she starts giggling, "I think I should be thanking you."

"Nonsense," I say matter-of-factly. "It's a privilege to be with you, to taste you. To love you."

I pull off my tie, carefully unbuttoning my shirt and jacket, folding each piece of clothing, and neatly stacking them on the ground. I don't care that they're all deliciously filthy and wet; it's a compulsion to fold them, so I do. Tossing them on the ground might distract me, and I don't want that right now. My glasses are the last thing to come off, and I do so reluctantly. My vision isn't terrible, but I still want to make out every last detail of her skin.

She's looking at me oddly—wondrously, maybe. I'm not thickly packed muscle like Asher and Sully, and I don't have model-good looks like Theo. I'm lean from all the running I do. But she seems pleased with my body, her eyes raking over my skin, down to the throbbing cock between my legs.

That's all I care about, that she enjoys me, that I can please her. And, one day soon, I hope she looks at me with love.

I love my brothers. It took time, but I can identify the feeling now. Ophelia lives in the crevices of myself, slowly becoming an extension of my soul. She has a place in my heart that another will never occupy, and though it feels ludicrous to declare my love for her, having had so little time together, I know unequivocally that I do. Like a seed planted and sprouted—it needs roots, some sun, and some water. But my love for her is there, a living thing.

I don't bother explaining all this. My cock is so hard it's painful, throbbing and aching. My knot is swollen, something I've never experienced before. Some alphas can knot any omega, some can only swell for their bonded, chosen mate or scent-match. For me, it seems, it's the latter.

Having an orgasm has made her think more clearly. She's still in a haze but not delirious with need. I take advantage of her lucidity.

"I'm ready to bond with you whenever you are." I touch her left breast, caressing my thumb gently over the swell near her sternum. "I'm going to bite you here. You don't have to say yes right now. I just wanted you to know."

She doesn't flinch away. If anything, she softens with the declaration. I climb between her legs, and though we're both so turned on, and I'm about to change both our fucking lives, I let her have a moment of rational thought.

"Do it, Enzo. Make me yours." Her eyes glitter, and she reaches out, squeezing my arms, pulling me closer.

"You already are, my love."

I'm not gentlemanly enough to make us wait or to let her have more time to think it over or change her mind. I don't care that my brothers might be angry or that she might have second thoughts. Because she's mine. And I'm hers. Forever.

With one swift thrust, I push inside Ophelia, and her cries of pleasure return, her slick making her entrance welcoming and warm. It's the greatest physical feeling I've ever had in my entire life. It's so intense I have to pause, hovering over her.

Black spots cloud my vision, and I nearly black out. My cock, buried inside her, continues to pulse and fuck her without any movement or thrust of my hips. I let it while I regain consciousness. And then I move.

She lifts her knees, and that helps bring me back to reality. I pull my hips back and thrust forward, burying so deep and far inside her that I bottom out.

I grunt, the pleasure unfathomable, but eventually, I give up trying to get my brain to function in unison with my body and instead, for the first time in my life, let my body take control. Ophelia's legs wrap around my lower back, and I pound into her hard and fast and deep.

She continues to cry out and scream, but finally, my brain catches up, and when she wiggles her hips and the hard bone of my pelvis hits her clit, she screams harder and shakes beneath me, so I tilt my hips and slam against it. Again and again, until she's vibrating beneath me, screaming out her second orgasm.

When her pussy begins to pulse and contract around me, squeezing my cock, it feels like something is happening, but I don't know what. I try to think, a weak attempt to filter through my knowledge of alpha and omega sex, but I can't think clearly, and I don't know what's coming, but our bodies know, and then I feel it.

My swollen knot pulses, her tight pussy sucking me in, begging for me to thrust deeper.

"Please, Enzo, I need it," she sobs.

I almost tell her I don't know what to do, but one more tight squeeze from her channel and I know, instantly. I shove inside, slamming so hard she cries out once more, but this time it's visceral. My knot tucks inside while her pussy pulls me in, locking us together. It's so tight, like a fist, made perfectly for me.

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