Page 74 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

We definitely did not want that. Nothing would pull me away from Lucas. Not now.

Not ever, I decided.

He thrust again, this time hard. That sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. I clung to him, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as I rode the wave of sensations.

Lucas's eyes never left mine.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. For the first time, I might’ve started to fully understand what it meant to be an omega.

“Good so far?” He asked me, his voice heavy like a growl.

More. More. I wanted him to move again. To take me, to show me all the things he could do to my body.

“Please, alpha,” I whispered. “Please give me more. I want you.”

Lucas smiled, his lips parting from mine to reveal a wicked grin.

“You’re so responsive, Ella.” His fingers tightened on my thighs, squeezing gently as he began to pick up the pace. Each thrust was deeper, and more forceful, filling me with a sense of fullness that was both pleasurable and almost overwhelming.

The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies working together, our heavy breathing, and the wet slapping of skin on skin. My hands clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digginginto his flesh as I arched up into him, meeting his thrusts with eagerness.

“Fuck,” Lucas hissed, his eyes shimmering with lust and desire. “You’re so fucking wet, Omega. So tight.”

I moaned, my hips bucking wildly as he moved inside me. “Faster, alpha. Harder. Please, alpha.” I begged him, trying to keep my voice down as I pleaded and whined.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with lust. “Beg for it, Omega. Make me beg for it.”

I hesitated for a moment before gathering my courage. “Please, Alpha. I need you. Let me feel your knot. Make me feel alive.”

Lucas's eyes darkened, and he gripped my hips tightly, thrusting into me with newfound resolve. I cried out, my body arching into his as he took me, his relentless rhythm unleashing a tide of pleasure that washed over me.

“Take it,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Take everything I have to give.”

His words ignited a fire within me, and I met his thrusts eagerly, my hips moving in sync with his. We were a perfect symphony of flesh and desire, our bodies entwined in a dance that was as ancient as the very first omegas and alphas.

And then, as if falling into an abyss, I found myself spiraling deeper and deeper into a world of pleasure I had never known existed.

My senses were heightened, every touch, and every caress was magnified, and I found myself completely consumed by the intensity of the experience.

If this was sex with Lucas outside of a heat. I couldn’t imagine what it was like, enraptured by the symphony of our sweet scents mingling together, when I was.

Lucas's eyes were locked onto mine, his gaze intense as he continued to move inside of me, driving me higher and higherwith each stroke. His hands had left my thighs and were now gripping my hips tightly as if he couldn't bear to let me go.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking beautiful. Just dripping for me. So perfect. So mine.”

I whimpered, my breaths coming in short gasps as I clung to him, my nails digging into his flesh.

"Fuck me, Lucas. Please. More," I cried feeling dampness come to my eyes.

I didn’t want this to be over.

I let out a cry as Lucas hit a spot deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I felt like I was being consumed by the firestorm of desire, my heart pounding wildly against my chest.

“I’m going to come,” I panted, my voice shaky with anticipation.

Lucas smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “I want to see you come, Ella.”

At his words, I arched my back, my body convulsing as the powerful orgasm washed over me. I moaned, my voice high-pitched and breathy, as my body shook with pleasure.

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