Page 33 of Outback Mate
“There. That’s better, isn’t it? You’re taking me so well.”
My walls pulse, milking his cock. His praise helps me melt into his embrace.
I feel so close to him. This stranger I’ve only just met. It’s undeniable; we’re meant to be together. Fate put me on the sideof that road for him to find. My Omega is shouting in my mind, insisting the connection be completed.
“Bite me!” I hear myself beggin over the thundering rain.
His whole body shudders.
“Bite me, Alpha!”
It sends him wild. His hips grind his pubic bone into my clit. He can’t pull out, his knot has locked him tight inside me, but he tries to thrust anyway. It tugs, pulls, and makes my eyes cross.
“Who do you belong to?” he snarls wetly into my shoulder, his voice almost demonic.
“You!” I shout, squeezing my thighs around his hips, trying to meet his rocking motion. “I belong to you, Alpha!”
A burst of pain in my neck has my shout turning into a scream. My whole body locks up in response. Again, my orgasm slams into me with force.
Unending pleasure and connection forms as tiny golden threads settle in my chest – in my soul.
Our mating bond.
I’m pulled back to reality as his cock surges in long pulses, and he pumps load after load inside me.
It’s a heady sensation, having my Alpha release inside me for the first time. His scent mixes with my own in a symphony of slaked lust and joy. I want to stay in this warm cocoon of satisfaction and bask in the feeling of belonging for as long as possible.
He shudders and drives his cock inside me to the root. I can feel every spasm and contraction of his knot.
I try to move my head so I can reciprocate the mating bite. I want to find his mating gland and give it the same divine attention he’s given mine. I’ll lick it, suck it, and bite it.
The bond needs reciprocal bites to fully form, and I’m desperate to complete our bonding.
Except, he doesn’t let me move. His hand comes up and squeezes the back of my neck, holding me firmly to him. I whine and try to wriggle to freedom, but his teeth only sink in deeper, holding me down like an errant child.
“Alpha, please… let me–” my words cut off as another pulse of come spurts inside me.
I relent and let him take control as he keeps me in place with his teeth buried in the most sensitive place. He suckles at my gland, purring softly into my ear, whispering sweet nothings and words of affection and adoration as he takes pleasure in my body. I whimper in a mix of pleasure and despair when he unlatches and licks over his bite.
His voice is so hoarse, I can barely hear him as he murmurs, “Look at you, taking my seed so well. I’m going to be leaking out of you for hours. Take it. Take all of me.”
We drift in a haze of pleasure and post-mating bliss as his seed is pumped into me again and again. My belly feels full, close to almost painful when his knot finally deflates and a mix of my slick and his come spurts out of me onto the paper lining below.
And then he freezes.
Every muscle in his body clenches as it dawns on him what we’ve done. The slamming of his internal shutters is almost audible in the palpable tension vibrating from his stiff form.
He withdraws from my body tentatively, like he’s extracting himself from a deadly trap.
I feel cold the second he pulls away, leaving me feeling bereft on the examination table.
He stares at the mess he’s made between my legs with a horrified expression, then quickly tears off a paper towel from a dispenser and wipes me clean, his gloves crinkling. He never took them off, determined to keep a form of professionalism even as he debauched his patient.
He says nothing, instead busying himself with replacing my torn trousers with fresh ones from the cupboard. He resets my bra and shirt, like he’s hiding the evidence of his misconduct.
I sit up, my arms shaky from the physical and emotional intensity of our mating. I pull my knees to my chest like a barrier between myself and his icy chill. The movement causes my muscles to pull, and I hiss at the pinch of pain at the juncture of my neck.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my hand flying up to touch it. The soft, pink raised flesh that marked me as unmated is gone. My fingers gingerly trace the indentation of his teeth. His bite. On my mating gland.
