Page 114 of Unhinged Omega

This supposed monster I've feared for so long is concerned about my well-being. It's almost too much to process. I'm not used to this from alphas. Not used to this at all. Then again, should I really be that surprised? All the monsters I've ever encountered have appeared perfectly normal.

"It's… it's okay," I murmur, reaching out to stroke his hair. "You didn't hurt me. That felt… good."

His visible eye flutters shut at my touch and the blue glow marking the other behind what remains of his mask flickers, too. He leans into my hand like a giant cat seeking affection. A lion, maybe. I'm struck by how much he seems to crave this simple contact. Even more than the sexual touches from before.

I continue petting him, marveling at the softness of his stark white hair. It's such a contrast to the hard edges and ruinous scars that make up the rest of him.

"Do you want to do more?" I ask softly.

He pulls back slightly, waiting for my lead just as I instructed earlier. Emboldened, I guide him onto his back. He follows through willingly, watching me as I straddle his muscular thighs. My hands roam over his body again, tracing the patchwork of scars and metal. When I wrap my fingers around his cock once more, he lets out a low moan that I feel more than hear.

I lift myself up, positioning his massive length between my legs. The heat of him against my sensitive flesh makes me gasp. Slowly, I lower myself, pressing my thighs together around his cock.

The Knight's hips jerk upward, a strangled growl escaping him. I can feel every twitch, every pulse of his cock between my thighs. I start to move, rocking back and forth, his cock not quite penetrating me yet. His precome mingles with my own wetness as his massive hands come to rest on my hips, steadying me as I ride him. They easily span my waist, both the human hand and the one with claws sharp enough to rend flesh from bone.

Part of me still can't believe this is happening. But as I look down at him—at the way he watches me with such reverence, such awe—I realize that maybe this was always meant to happen. Maybe we were always meant to find each other like this.

The Knight matches my rhythm, his hips rising to meet mine with each downward stroke. I'm close again, the combination of friction and my heat pushing me rapidly toward the edge.

But I want more.

Needmore.

With trembling hands, I lift myself up. The Knight growls louder at the loss of contact, his hips chasing mine. But I have other plans.

Slowly, carefully, I position myself fully over his cock. The crown presses hard against my entrance, and I have to bite back a moan at how good it feels to have something so huge brushing against my slick folds. He's twice as big as anyone and anything I've ever taken, maybe more, and I'm not shy with my toys.

But I hesitate, suddenly uncertain.

He's so big.

Toobig, maybe.

What if this is a mistake?

As if sensing my sudden fear, the Knight goes completely still beneath me. I don't have to risk another glance at him—he clearly hates that—to feel his patient confusion through whatever strange bond is building between us.

He understands what we're doing, even though I have no idea what level of experience he has. Maybe even none. He might be going on pure alpha instinct. But he's still not sure why I'm doing this. I've never sensed this hesitation from any other alpha.

It's not just that he isn't sure why I want him to fuck me.

He isn't sure why I'd want him at all.

The thought bothers me more than it should.

He's waiting for me. Giving me the choice. After all these years pursuing me in my dreams, he isn't just taking what he could so easily take. He's letting me decide what I want from him.

Taking a deep breath, I start to lower myself onto him.

The stretch is immediate and intense. I gasp from the sharp pain when his crown seals itself inside me and I have to stop there. I lift myself off him immediately and fall back against his muscular thighs, realizing it's still too much, too fast, no matter how aroused I am. No matter what his tongue was already doing to me.

And yet, I still feel that familiar ache deep in my core. The throbbing emptiness begging to be filled.

This position isn't going to work.

But maybe…

"Wait," I murmur, gently pushing against his chest. "Let's try something else."

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