Page 7 of Omega and the Beast
They fell onto their sides, and his warmth wrapped around her, holding her tightly in place against him. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. His hard cock was still locked inside her, pulsing as he released again and again, shuddering with his pleasure. His clawed fingers moved down between her legs to stroke her swollen nub, setting offanother round of pleasure as she pressed her face against his furry arm.
If she’d had the wherewithal to think, she would have wondered what her life had come to.
Instead, she panted as she lay limply against him, her mind hazy with pleasure. She was too tired to do anything but quiver as he stroked her body until the swelling inside her finally subsided, and he pulled away. Instead of tearing her limb from limb, like he was supposed to, the Alpha picked her up in his arms, wrapping her torn skirts around her legs, and carried her off into the dark forest.
Callista was barely awake. She didn’t know where he was taking her and didn’t have the energy to care.
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Callista
The bed was soft,the sheets silky against her skin. She purred, curling into the little nest she’d made for herself. Something nuzzled against her thigh, and she parted her legs, moaning softly as a soft tongue began to lick her swollen folds. Her body clenched, and slick slid from her opening, an offering of ambrosia to the supplicant worshiping between her legs.
A purr vibrated through her. Not her own. A low voice, male.
The cramps that normally accompanied her heat were beginning again. She could feel them, but at a distance. Hazy. As though they couldn’t quite touch her.
“Please…” She opened her eyes and realized it wasn’t a dream. She really was lying on a soft bed, not her own. This one had silky sheets, and above her was a dark red canopy.
Looking down her body, past the swells of her breasts tipped with hard, pink nipples, she saw a male between herthighs. Yellow eyes stared up at her from beneath a fringe of reddish blond hair. The same color eyes as the Beast, his hair the same color.
But he was amale, not a beast. The short snout was gone, replaced by a straight nose and mobile lips that he licked as he lifted his head, staring at her. The sun was coming in through a huge window to their side. As he moved, the light on his eyes changed, and she realized his eyes were not actually yellow, but amber. They were brighter in the sunlight.
“You,” she whispered.
His purr stopped.
“Hello.” A smile moved on his lips. “This is not normally the way I introduce myself, but?—”
He was cut off as she cried out. Without his purr, without his cock, a cramp twisted her insides.
Immediately, he began to rumble again.
She took a deep, shuddering breath as the cramp eased. Then his head dove back down between her legs, his mouth and tongue doing magical things that pushed back the pain even more. Callista moaned, reaching down for him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he feasted on her aching flesh. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing. All she knew was how it felt.
Was he the Beast?
She didn’t know.
The only thing that remained completely the same was how his touch, his purr, eased her. Mostly. As good as his mouth felt, even as she cried out in climax, her pleasure pulsing through her, it wasn’t quite enough. She needed something inside her. Needed to be taken, filled. Craved it.
“Please… more!” It was the only thing she could think of to say and even that brought embarrassed heat to her face.
How could she say such a thing to a stranger? Her sinfulOmega nature was coming through again, and there was nothing she could do about it. At least he didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Or her.
He rose up over her, still rumbling with that growling purr. Broad shoulders, muscled chest… in many ways his body was similar to the Beast’s, but instead of fur, he had curls of dark auburn hair across his chest and below his naval, down to his erect cock. It looked just as big as the Beast’s had.
Taking her by the hips, he pulled her toward him, his eyes glowing with lust as she squeaked in surprise. The new position tilted her bottom up toward him. His strength was as great as the Beast’s as he positioned her, the tip of his cock began to push into her.
Suspicion stirred in her mind, but… no… it couldn’t be…
It didn’t matter who — or what — he was as he thrust into her. The needs of her body rose and her heat billowed outward as hot slick gushed from between her thighs while he sank into her. He groaned with pleasure when her back arched, pushing her breasts upward, her body clenching around him as he filled her.
It felt so good. So right.
“More.” She wasn’t pleading this time — she was demanding.
She ached. She hungered.
