Page 31 of Outback Mate
This is not part of the game. I’m asking for my Alpha, not my doctor.
I think I’ve pushed him too far. He’s going to stop, step away from me and tell me again that he’s not my Alpha.
Before panic weasels its way into my heart, he snaps.
A savage, snarling sound is accompanied by the tearing of material.
My pants and underwear are ripped from my body effortlessly, reminding me of his Alpha status. It’s easy to forget in this age of suits and desk jobs that Alphas are made for domination. His body is a weapon of restrained power. Tearing fabric isn’t even a mild challenge.
The display of his raw Alpha instincts sends my Omega into a tailspin of desire.
“Alpha, please!” I pant and howl. “Please, knot me.”
He doesn’t pounce on me like I expect. I should know better by now. Even with his Alpha instincts in the driver’s seat, he’s still calculating and clinical.
I can feel his eyes on me as he examines my exposed body.
I pant harder. Anticipation shivers through me.
Finally, the examination table shifts, and I widen my thighs so he can settle between them. His Alpha purrs at my submission, and I melt in relief when he strokes up and down my thighs, tracing his fingers up my body and across my hip.
My yelp echoes as he slides the smooth, heated tip of his cock along my wet folds. I didn’t know he was naked, and I strain against his hand holding mine. I want to touch him. Feel my Alpha’s naked skin.
His chest heaves and I revel in the feeling of soft chest hair brushing my tender nipples.
“Omega. Poppy,” he says with a shaking reverence that shocks me. “I’m going to make you feel better. Yeah?”
He slides his cock against my pussy, smearing his pre-come and my slick around, readying himself. He doesn’t have to bother. I’m leaking slick and desperate to have him inside me. My core is clenching, the feeling of emptiness driving me crazy.
His body is so much larger than mine, he has to hunch to align with my smaller body. I like how little and submissive I am pinned beneath him.
Even though I’m submitting to him, I feel powerful. His icy fortress has crumbled and collapsed at the behest of my body. Heat is radiating off him. There’s nothing cold about the Alpha panting on top of me.
He notches at the entrance of my pussy. I hold my breath.
“Are you ready, little mate?”
Mate.
He called me his mate.
Finally! Apparently, all it took was a rousing game of doctor and patient to get him to see reason.
The pressure becomes exquisite and overwhelming as his crown presses inside my eager channel. I can’t stop myself from pushing up on the balls of my feet, desperate to take him deeper, but he doesn’t move faster than he intends.
My walls stretch as he rocks against me, sliding a little deeper each time.
The Alpha’s purr turns into a loud growl. The vibrations shake my entire body and make me whimper with need.
His muscles twitch with restrained effort, and I realise he’s holding himself back to methodically stretch my tight channel. He doesn’t want to hurt me. Affection swells, and I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, planting wet kisses on his skin.
Slowly, he works himself deeper inside me. He’s larger than I expected. Bigger than any cock I’ve taken before. I’m thankful for his consideration, but I’m craving my Alpha and his wild side.
“More!” I demand.
Apparently, that’s all he needed to hear, because with a snap of his hips, he splits me open.
I gasp as I get used to the intrusion.
