Page 20 of The Beta: Part Two
I blindly, instinctively crawl to him and lick the head of his dick. He's holding it steady for me and it tastes so fucking good I moan. Precum is dripping continuously from him and I lick and suck it off, sighing in relief as the cramps lessen just a bit. In my peripheral vision I see his other hand clenching into a fist over and over. I wish he would put it in my hair and force me down on him. That thought makes my spine bow and slick pours down my thighs.
His purr takes on a more urgent frequency and that doesn't help, it makes it so much worse. He'd fuck me if I let him, if he'd let himself, and that would make everything so much better. I imagine the cock in my mouth stretching and filling my pussy and I groan and suck harder. Despite the amount coming out of him, it isn't enough. Tasting him isn't going to be enough.
I look up at him, trying very hard to keep from appearing as desperate as I feel, but it's no use. His pupils are blown and there's just a thin ring of blue surrounding them and they're cutting into me like a hot knife. I need him to fuck me, I need his knot.
I've never actually needed a knot before; never felt this insane, crushing desire to feel a knot forcing its way inside me and lodging behind my pubic bone. I whine through my nose without releasing him and his lips draw up in a snarl that should probably be terrifying, but it isn't. It just makes me need him more.
“Stop doing that. You're not in a position to consent. If you keep making that sound I might not be able to stop myself from giving your body what it needs, regardless of your wants,” he says between his teeth.
But that's exactly what I want, what I need, and I'm perfectly capable of consent. I pull off of him, fighting my body to raise onto my knees so I can be on equal ground with him. “I can consent, Devon. I can. I know you'd rather not, but please, please, this isn't enough, you in my mouth isn't enough. I need more. Please.”
I fucking hate begging. I hate it more than anything else in the world. And what I hate even more is how good it feels to beg him, to submit to him because he's an alpha and he can give me what I need. And I do need it, I need him to make me feel better more than I need to uphold my pride.
“You're sure?” he asks, touching me under my chin and tilting my face up to look into my eyes.
I bite my lip and reach down to shove at my shorts.
He nods once, then quicker than I can blink he has me on my back, yanking my shorts down my legs and throwing them to the side. Neither of us bother with my tank top, we don't need full nudity, we just need to fuck.
He positions himself between my spread legs and looks me up and down, “I do want this, Talia. Don't doubt that.”
Then he starts pushing his way inside me. God, it feels wonderful. I pull my knees up toward my chest and spread them obscenely to give him better access, more room. I whimper and groan, and he grunts, “fuck. So wet. So tight. You're stretched so tight around me.”
He pulls out part of the way and I cry out, “no!”
He shushes me, and I throw my head back, arching my neck in a subconscious offer when he thrusts all the way in. He's so big inside me, it feels so, so good.
He growls and puts a hand behind my neck, his thumb pressing into my pounding pulse, “not yet. Not yet. Not yet,” I hear him chant, to himself apparently, because I don't know what he means.
He fucks me like he's trying to shove his dick through the other side of me, and I mindlessly beg him to do it harder.
He's grunting and growling and I'm answering with my own growled and moaned demands. I feel myself moving across the floor with his thrusts and I'm reminded of my declaration last night about letting Nathan fuck me across the floor. I'll laugh about that later, right now I just want to beg Devon to give me his knot.
I don't think he even once considered keeping it from me, he slows his thrusts just enough to get me to meet his eyes, “do you really want me to knot you? I will, but we'll be stuck like that for a while after.”
I shove myself against him as much as I can, “please, Devon, yes. I need it. Please,”
I pant and push myself up to lean back on my elbows so I can watch him do it. I want to watch the base of him swell before he pushes it into me so deep that it's locked inside me so I can finally have something to clench around.
He doesn't disappoint, he lets me watch the knot start to form and then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he thrusts himself into me. My labia is stretched obscenely around his shaft and I suddenly get the urge to take a picture of it so Jasper can see, “where's your phone?” I ask and he looks at me like I really have lost my mind.
“What?” he grunts, not taking his eyes away from where he's inching his way inside my body.
“Your phone,” I gasp as he snaps his hips just a bit, “I want to take a picture for Jasper.”
He looks up at me with wide eyes and then he drops his head onto my shoulder and laughs. It's the first time I've heard him really laugh and it makes warmth move through me in a current.
“We'll give him a live replay later,” he chuckles.
Then I'm moaning because he thrusts all the way inside and I feel him lodge tightly in the perfect place and the most intense orgasm I've ever felt in my entire life washes over me, and then I'm screaming. I'm screaming and ripping and clawing and he has to hold my hands against the floor above my head to keep me from marking him up.
He starts purring loudly and I breathe deep and allow it to calm me. He starts moving his hips again, just as far as he can with us joined like this, and I have another slow-rolling orgasm that isn't as intense as the last one but more satisfying and I calm even further.
“I never knew, I had no idea,” Devon sounds almost reverent and when I peek up to look at his face he looks a little lost.
“What's wrong?” I ask, starting to feel that sleepy, almost intoxicated feeling I felt after I drank down Trent.
“When…” he takes a breath, and seems unable to still the slight motions of his hips, “when Jasper takes my knot it feels...different. His body grips me in a different way. It's because you're a female omega, the placement is different.”
