Page 12 of Happy Birthday, Omega
“Hold on tight,” Bryce breathes. His mirth gone, replaced with something hotter and wicked.
He picks her up effortlessly, his hands under her ass cheeks. She squeals and instinctively wraps her legs around him. Her eyes cross as his hard cock presses into her core and her wet pussy clenches at the sensation. She’s consumed by his presence. His pheromones are so thick and unyielding that she thinks she might drown in them. She doesn’t fight it, rather letting them permeate every pore. All she cares about is that her Alpha is between her legs, where he belongs.
He leans down, hunching to reach her lips. He kisses her deeper and faster than before, his mouth opening wider and encouraging hers to do the same. She tilts her head to the side and presses her nose into his cheek. April loses herself to his determined, deep licks.
Does kissing always feel so incredible? So passionate and connected? She doesn’t think so. It must just be how Bryce makes her feel. How incredibly right it is to surrender her body to his control. An Omega submitting to her Alpha.
Bryce rocks against her, and she squeaks into his mouth.
“I can feel how hot and wet you are through my trousers and your panties.”
He bucks against her again and she moans. The faintest sound of her wetness illustrates his claim. She’s embarrassingly wet, practically dripping slick, but she doesn’t care. She knows it’s right for an Omega to slicken for her Alpha, and Bryce certainly doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be driven mad by it.
He groans on each rock of his hips, unrestrained at her enthusiasm. He holds her ass cheeks tighter, using her body to grind harder onto him. She moans louder, the warm tingle in her core building to a feverish throb.
“Oh, yes. You like that, don’t you?” He pulls back from her lips to murmur.
“Yes, Alpha. It feels so good.”
Bryce snarls.
He throws his weight against her, squishing her against the wall with no room to move, let alone breathe deeply. His head is over her shoulder, his hot breath puffing as he growls and snarls against her sweat-dampened skin. All she can do is clutch at his shoulders and moan.
His hips grind faster and harder, frantically and without abandon. His erection hits her clit perfectly.
“Oh, Bryce!”
“Call me your Alpha,” he growls.
“Alpha! Can I — I’m gonna. Bryce, can I — I’m coming.”
His mouth latches onto the skin between her neck and shoulder, and sucks her most sensitive place. Her mating gland jumps under his ministrations, and just as she crests the cliff she’d been scaling, he scrapes his teeth over the hypersensitive gland.
April comes screaming. All she feels is the blistering pleasure radiating from her mating gland to her convulsing pussy.
Bryce doesn’t let up his humping, dragging her through her scalding orgasm.
“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” she murmurs, dazed and untethered from reality.
“Fucking hell, Omega,” he groans against her neck, his lips brushing her gland and making her twitch with jolts of pleasure. She’s overwrought and sensitive. She squirms in his arms. He gently slides her down his body and steps back to let her catch her breath. Her cheeks flame as she notices the wet patch of slick soaking through the fabric over his rock hard cock.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come on you like that,” she says, an apology rushing from her as she throws her hands over her face. “You must think me so shameless. I swear, I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Bryce laughs, and she peeks a look at him and she almost moans at how handsome he looks. His short hair is a mess, his body tense with unspent energy, and he is panting heavily. Her arousal roars back to life, ignoring that she just came a moment earlier. If anything, she’s hornier now that she knows what pleasure her Alpha can wring from her body. That orgasm was better than anything she’d been able to achieve late at night in her dorm on her own.
“April, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he says and grins at her, rubbing his broad hands over her upper arms in an attempt to comfort her. It causes an explosion of tingles and goosebumps to race up her arms. Her desire intensifies, reaching new heights.
Her blush feels like it’s going to encompass her completely and she’ll go up in flames in the next second. She might be inexperienced, but she knows exactly what she wants to do with her Alpha next.
“Do — do you want me to…” she stutters, waving her hand in the direction of his straining cock. It jumps under her gaze, saluting her.
He growls, low and deep.
“It’d be a wet-dream come true,” he steps back into her space, his radiating warmth rolling off him. “But right now, I want to make you mine.”
She bites her lip.
“Do you want that?” he asks, a hint of trepidation and vulnerability leaking into his voice. Her Alpha is just as inexperienced as she is, but he’s doing an incredible job of taking control of the situation.
