Page 15 of Happy Birthday, Omega
She sucks in a deep breath. It hurts. The sting cuts through the euphoria of mating her Alpha and the delicious pleasure of being mounted by him.
“I’m sorry, April. I’m so sorry,” he says with regret and panic. He goes to pull out of her, but she locks her ankles around the back of his thighs and tugs as hard as she can.
He slides home. Fully seated in her pussy with his big cock splitting her open.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“Feels so good, Omega. You feel so damn good,” Bryce hisses through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his upper lip.
He holds still, his muscles quivering with the effort but unwilling to move without her consent.
The pain fades to a dull ache and she grows accustomed to his cock stretching her untried body. She undulates her hips, testing the feel. A wet squishing sound fills the room.
“Fuck, such a good Omega. Your pussy is sucking me in.”
“Alpha, please move,” she whispers, need seeping back into her voice. She arches her back and presses the top of her mound against him, stimulating her clit.
Bryce’s whole body shakes with restrained need and he groans at her words. “Omega, I won’t be able to hold back. I — It feels too good being inside you. I have to fuck you,” he says through bared teeth.
She squeezes her legs around him and he looks down at her face in response. She kisses his nose and smiles sweetly up at him.
“Show me.”
He roars.
He pulls out and immediately thrusts back in harder. She holds onto his shoulders and goes along for the ride. He fucks her fast and with a stuttering rhythm, like he’s unsure of the sensations he’s experiencing, and trying out every combination of stimulation he can wring from her body.
She moans as his cock rubs against a spot within her that she’s never successfully reached on her own. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, letting the pleasure wash away any traces of pain or discomfort.
His hips slam against hers, creating an obscene sound of fleshing slapping together. She’s dripping slick and probably ruining the bedding, but she doesn’t care.
Her body has opened for him, her slick helping him slide in and out with ease, and her inner Omega preens to her Alpha.
“Oh!” She squeals as a stretching, filling sensation begins at her threshold.
“I’m gonna knot,” he snarls into her sweaty neck.
“Knot?”
She’d learned all about the Alpha knot at the academy, but the theory was very different to practice.
“Fuck, April. I’m gonna knot you. Hold on.” His voice is gravelly and rough.
“I’m scared, Alpha.”
“It’s alright, you said it yourself. You’re made to take me. All of me. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”
His thrusts falter as the base of his cock swells until, after one last thrust, he can no longer pull out again. He shallowly grinds into her, the bulbous knot still growing behind her pubic bone and stretching her out. She feels full, almost bursting, and she wonders if she can take any more. But she does. Each time the stretch is too much, her body adjusts, and she is able to fully accept her Alpha. Her body thrums with satisfaction she didn’t think existed outside of a wonderful orgasm.
“Ah, fuck. Omega,” he says with a sigh of devotion. “You’re taking me so well.”
Rocking back and forth, he grinds against her clit, causing her to moan loudly and clutch at his back desperately. As his knot finally locks into position and an explosion of pleasure floods through her. Euphoria and devilish pleasure, all mixed into one.
She comes with a scream.
Bryce grunts, low and deep. He presses the full weight of his body onto hers and comes deep inside her quivering pussy.
She can feel each spurt of hot come painting her insides. The overwhelming intimacy of the act makes her light-headed. It feels right. So very, very right.
