Page 8 of Omega and the Beast
She needed more of him.
And he gave it to her.
Gripping her hips tightly, he pounded into her, hard enough to move her on the bed, shaking the heavy wooden frame with his thrusts. Callista’s muscles tightened, her legs closing around him as he moved. Of their own accord, her hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them, trying to ease some of the ache she felt there as well. Her nipplesthrobbed, and she pinched them, gasping as the pain and pleasure sliced through her.
“Do that again,” he demanded, his golden glowing gaze fixed on her breasts where her hands were.
She pinched her nipples again, moaning, her muscles shuddering as he moved inside her, thrusting deeper, harder.
Callista whimpered as his body rubbed against hers, the musky scent of her slick and his arousal combining to saturate the nest he was mounting her in. She was utterly wanton, a mass of need and sensual pleasure, caught in the throes of her Omega nature, yet unable to rise above it.
This was what she had been denying herself all this time. This was what her body had needed. It didn’t feel unnatural or wrong.
It felt so, so right.
“More!”
She pinched her nipples harder, twisting the little buds as he leaned into his thrusts. His groin rubbing against her swollen nub and sending bursts of pleasure shooting through her. Her need swelled as her thighs tightened around him, trying to hold him inside her as she began to writhe in rapture.
He growled, the sound resonating within her, sending another wave of pleasure through her. She cried out when he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head as he began an assault of thrusts between her thighs. Pinned in place, Callista screamed as her climax reached a crescendo, crashing over her and sweeping away any rational thought.
Something pushed at her, stretching her open, the same way the Beast had. Her body ached, squeezing, shuddering, yet craving the hot fullness. Her pleasure grew as he pushedinto her, the thick bulge opening her. She cried out again as it locked in place inside her, his roar of triumph ringing in her ears as he pumped his seed inside her.
Collapsing atop her, he groaned, his grip on her wrists loosening, then releasing so he could move his arm to brace his head next to hers. She shuddered, clenching, feeling him inside her, a little wave of pleasure running through her as fluid gushed within her.
It still wasn’t enough.
As soon as her pleasure crested, it subsided only long enough for her to take a few breaths before it began to rise again. She reached up, dragging her nails over his shoulders, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, as a new wave of need assaulted her senses. Her insides squeezed him, clenching as her arousal flowed through her again.
“Oh… no…” She shuddered. “I can’t… I feel…”
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He moved inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation. “I’ve got you.”
Apparently, what he meant by that was he was there to bring her to pleasure over and over… and over again. She moaned and writhed beneath him, before him, and atop him, bouncing and grinding on him as she worked herself to another glorious climax.
When she thirsted, when she hungered, he fed her the fluid leaking from his cock, which satisfied her in a way water and food never had… and it aroused her, too.
There was a joy in giving in, in letting her true nature rule her actions, without thought for the future, without fear of repercussions.
The day went on, an entire day of pleasure. Of depravity. When he slid his fingers into her bottom while she moved atop him, she nearly exploded from the sinful sensation, the extra feeling of fullness. And when he whispered that heplanned to ‘fuck’ her there, she climaxed at the very idea, clenching and squeezing his knot inside her pussy while his fingers continued to invade her bottom.
Finally, she couldn’t take anymore, and she went limp, curled up in the nest with his body around hers. The sun was hanging lower in the sky. That was the only rational thought she had before she fell asleep.
When she woke several hours later, it was to the howl of the Beast.
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Adonis
Female.
Smells good.
Myfemale.
My Omega.
The one he’d found last night.
