Page 14 of Happy Birthday, Omega
April peeks through her fingers at him and it’s her turn to freeze in shock. He’s naked. When did he get naked?
His body is sinful, all rippling sculpted muscles and tanned skin. She wants to lick him all over and nearly groans at her errant thoughts. Her eyes skate lower and she whimpers as she sees his cock for the first time. The first cock she’s ever seen.
It’s big, fatter than she expected, and veiny. The mushroom shaped head is a dusky red and a drip of pre-come is lazily making its way down his proud length. Her mouth waters as her eyes track it down, and her thighs fall open again.
“Look at you. You’re so ready for your Alpha to take you, aren’t you, Omega?” He croons, rubbing his hands up and down her outer thighs. Her pussy clenches violently, protesting the empty feeling inside of her channel.
She squeaks and tries to slam her thighs shut again, flustered by her body’s betrayal, but Bryce holds them open, staring pointedly at her pussy. A gush of slick floods out of her under his intense scrutiny.
“It’s just — Fucking hell, April. I’m really seeing — touching. It’s — your pussy is so pretty.”
She can feel his breath against her heated, wet flesh.
“Just a quick taste,” he whispers, and before she can process his meaning, he drags the flat of his tongue up her core. Her hips buck and she cries out.
He moans. “You taste so good, April.”
“Is it too wet? It’s just that you made me come and I’m so hot for you —,” she gasps and cuts off as the tip of his tongue dips into her hole to lap at her spilling juices.
She wants him to push a finger inside of her, to quell the aching need to be filled, but doesn’t know how to ask. Bryce laps at her, obscenely slurping her slick like it’s ambrosia.
“I’ll drink every damn drop of slick that you give me,” he growls against her pussy, the vibrations making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
The warm, heavy weight of Bryce settles over her and she meets his gaze. He is looking at her with reverence and something she suspects might be love. The hot, burning anxiety in her belly morphs into a light, fluttering sensation.
Bryce is the one who always remembers her birthday. He doesn’t care about acknowledgement or accolades, only that she doesn’t feel so alone in a harsh world. Her Alpha has always been there, caring from a distance. She is ready to be by his side. Forever. As his mate.
Glancing down between them, she gulps. She should be terrified of his heavy cock, but she craves it.
“Please, Alpha. I need you. Please. Make me yours, make me your Omega. I want it so bad,” she hears herself pleading and watches his lips peel back in a restrained snarl.
“That’s it, Omega. Beg for your Alpha’s cock.”
Her hands fly up into his hair and tug his head down, slotting her mouth over his and ravishing him. It’s sloppy, unpracticed and desperate. His nose digs into her cheek as he presses her into the mattress. His fingers tickle her stomach as his hand slips between their bodies to line himself up with her aching pussy.
She feels the tip of him slide through her folds and nudge at her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath of air and squirms.
“Fuck me, please. Alpha, mate me.”
Bryce kisses her forehead, then he looks between them. His eyebrows are drawn and form an adorable crease from concentrating.
“I — uh. I’ll take it slow, but tell me if I’m hurting you,” he whispers, the uncertainty of a man about to do something for the first time and terrified of failing.
“I’m not worried, Alpha. I’m made for you, anything you give me my body can take,” she brushes his hair, running the silky strands through her fingers. She’s beyond caring about it hurting, she just wants her Alpha inside of her.
He notches himself at her entrance, and the blunt pressure is the ultimate tease. The yearning reaches a crest, and she squirms beneath him.
He pushes in.
His cock head stretches her in a way her fingers never could. She shudders and sucks in a deep breath.
Bryce penetrates her at an agonizingly slow pace, and when his head pops past her entrance, they both moan. Bryce releases a puff of air and it fans across her sweaty face.
April whimpers. He is so big and thick.
She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of her Alpha sinking into her hot channel. Taking him inside her is a foreign sensation, the stretch quelling the fire within her and igniting it all at once.
Bryce stops when he reaches resistance. He plants kisses all over her face moving from her cheeks, to her nose and eyelids. Then, with a quick jerk of his hips, he takes her virginity.
