Page 15 of Dreikx

I smell my finger.

I moan and slap her bottom. Once, twice, three times. It turns bright red, Tamey’s markings flare, liquid trails down her thigh, and the scent of her mating hormones grips me. With one sweep over the table, I knock over all the boxes. They crash to the floor, food splattering everywhere. I yank her by her hair and bend her over the table, spread her ass cheeks, and swipe my tongue from her knee, up her thigh, to her pussy, not missing a drop of Omega lubricant. Something long-buried erupts from my chest. I purr. Pain from suppressing the purr makes my chest squeeze, and I rattle loudly, surprising myself. I have become a hound.

And I cannot stop.

I will myself to stop.

Not happening.

I purr and purr, rattling off these strange sounds I’ve never made before as I lick her pussy. The folds are small, the markings beautiful, and Tamey’s arousal is a mating call. For an Omega, this is natural, something I hoped she could control, but I’m willing to bet she can’t or won’t. I lick her pussy. The tang at the back of my throat makes my throat itchy, and the sensory overload clouds my thinking. I keep licking, moaning, growling, fast, faster, my fingers inside her pussy pumping. The more I lick and pump, the more pussy juice Tamey feeds me.

She moans softly, pushing back against my face.

I slap her bottom. Once, twice, three times, and she comes.

If someone told me she would gush into my face, I would have told them it was not possible. In the anatomy of an Omega pussy, there’s no way to project the lubricant with such force. I believed this was a lie Regha males told themselves. But Tamey proves me wrong. Her channel undulates and forces the liquid out. Instead of stopping, I keep licking and pumping her with two fingers, wondering if I can add a third. So I do. I add a third finger and pump. Tamey says yes, and so I add a fourth and push my fingers in as far as they’ll go, only then remembering Tamey is a virgin and I should not push my fist inside her.

I slap her pussy. “Bad pussy,” I say. And low and behold, I’m talking to the Omega pussy.

I lift my hands and walk away to the kitchen, where I throw the gloves into the garbage and breathe. The entire house smells like her arousal, which translates in my brain as a mating call. I dare to glance at the Omega. She’s sprawled over the table, breathing hard, a smile playing on her lips. “Did you eat well?”

I laugh. Because there you have it. I’ve lost my fucking mind.

“Yes, Omega.”

Tamey rises from the table and starts picking up the mess.

“The house will clean it up,” I say. “Please be seated.”

Tamey sits down. Somehow, her food box survived my fit of lust. She begins to eat. “You know, if you’re gonna eat like this every morning, I’ll come downstairs at six. Get a head start.”

I walk to her and stroke her pretty hair. She gazes at me, blinks her long black eyelashes, takes the hand that spanked her, and kisses it.

“Tamey, you have to stroke your pussy today on the hour every hour, but you’re not allowed to make yourself come. Clear?”

She pouts. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you tonight.” I bend and peck her lips, inhale her scent again, and deepen the kiss, tasting her mouth for the first time. She stands and throws her arms around me, and I grip her, plastering her against me, my bare hands roaming over her smooth skin. Tamey tastes like a dream come true. Like power and sex. Power because I have secured a lifelong bond with the Regha crown and sex because she’s sex personified.

I break the kiss and lick my lips. “I believed myself impervious to Omega charms. You have proven me wrong.”

She beams. “My heat is coming, Alpha.”

“I’ll be ready.”

She bites her lip. “I have a question.”

We separate, and I wait. “Yes?”

Tamey blushes. Odd. I never took her for a shy girl. “Do you not get aroused?”

I widen my eyes.

She pushes on. “I don’t sense any arousal from you, and it makes me feel rather…” She searches for a word, I presume.

“Insecure,” I say.

She drops her eyes.

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