Page 35 of The Alpha: Part Two
I can't help smiling at the luck I've stumbled into, but I don't have it in me to tease. Not tonight. I wrap my hands around her thighs and hold them apart as I dip my head between them to slowly, firmly lick her clit. The taste is indescribable. I hate to make any comparison at all, but it was never like this with Derek and Jay. We shared a few women between us a few times, but the combined tastes of our pack and the female was always sour. I was ready for that same experience because she was just with Michael a little while ago, but this is nothing like I expected. The notes of Michael's release are faintly present, and the combination of him with her want triggers something that feels like satisfaction. It's very basic, very instinctual. The knowledge and evidence that my packmate found completion with our omega and brought it to her as well, has me purring as I lick over her clit again while she gasps so prettily.
She thrashes, crying out, but I keep my grip on her and suck her clit between my lips. I want her to cum on my tongue. I want her pleasure to explode all over my face. But I need it to happen fast because, unfortunately, I can feel the base of my cock pulsing in the way it does right before my knot starts to swell.
I've thought it out. I've been thinking about it for weeks. The act of pushing my knot inside her is going to trigger a panic attack. There's no way around it. As pathetic as it is, I won't be able to overcome that; not yet. I hope, like the twins said, that having a bond with her will help with that, but as is, I need my knot inside her before it starts to form. I'm determined to make her cum with my tongue first, so I suppose the race is on. I give her clit another long lick before lifting my head to look up at her. "Cum for me, Desir'ee. Hurry. We only have a minute before I'll need to fuck you."
I return to my task, licking at and sucking her engorged clit for no more than a few seconds before she's thrusting her pussy against my mouth, her fingers back in my hair in a vicious grip as she groans my name at the ceiling.
"Good girl," Michael praises from his post. That feels right, too. She loves praise and we can all give it to her.
I crawl back up her body and brush my nose against hers. "I'm going to fuck you now. If it's too much, tell me."
She nods up at me.
I take a deep, shuddering breath and reach a hand down to line up my cock with her entrance. I'd rather die than hurt her, but I don't think I can be gentle with this. Already the base urge to bite into her neck and pin her to the bed so I can shove myself into her as hard as I can is beating at me. All I can do to keep it at bay is move through every goddamned breathing exercise I've ever been taught and squeeze the base of my dick in a death grip to keep my knot from swelling too soon.
Desir'ee drops her hands to the mattress above her head, her fingers curled in calm acceptance, her lip again trapped between her teeth as she watches my face. I press my forehead against hers and thrust inside her all at once, and still, frozen in the moment and terrified that I might have hurt her.
"Again," she sighs. "Just like that. Please, Seth."
I mutter a curse and curl my hands under and around her shoulders as I thrust again, the movement harsher than the first. She throws her head back, locking her ankles around my waist as she offers her submission.
"Fuck," I growl, the sound ripping out of my throat in either a prayer or a threat as blood rushes violently into my groin.
"Again," she gasps, "please."
I kiss her soft, parted lips once, then let myself go. I allow my hips to snap forward, my body slapping against hers thickly as her pleasure rings in my ears. "So good," I rasp. "You feel so good, Desir'ee."
Too soon, a sharp throb tightens my balls and I feel the base of my cock thicken, making me have to work harder on my next stroke. Pausing just long enough to guide her hands to my sides, I sink inside her as deeply as I can. I change from brutal thrusts to more of a rocking, grinding movement that is no less intense. I rock my hips, the head of my cock nudging the deepest parts of her. I want so badly to look down and watch her body taking mine so perfectly, but I'm not about to risk ruining this. I don't need to see it; I can feel it.
Desir'ee's eyes are closed, her neck still arched as I lower my mouth to kiss her throat. She whips her head to the side, presenting the unmarked side of her neck, and my mouth waters for the feel of her skin breaking under my teeth and her taste washing over my tongue. It feels like I might truly die if I don't set my teeth into her flesh and put my mark on her.
"Give it to her," Ben urges. "She needs it."
I lick over the stretch of skin, relishing her hoarse moan, pushing inside her with sharp, urgent thrusts.
"Do it, Seth," Michael says softly.
My hips stutter, losing rhythm. I'm so close.
Desir'ee doesn't have words, she can only give me these tight little noises from the back of her throat as she clenches around me.
The hot tightness of her body is almost overwhelming, and when she rakes her nails down my back, her heels digging into me as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, the first pulse of my release forces my balls to contract and my knot to fullness. I grip her shoulders a little too hard as I sink my teeth deep when my orgasm comes rushing out of me. The pleasure is blinding. I can hear myself as if from far away, the noise escaping through my throat the most desperate thing I've ever heard in my life.
Her body tightens around my knot like a vice, locking us together, and I can feel a bond linking us together forming with every heartbeat. All at once, the entirety of Desir'ee's emotional load barrels into me, leaving me gasping in shock and relief.
She's so happy. She wanted to be mine so much and she's so fucking happy right now. She's content. She's satisfied. She's full.
This is the best thing I've ever felt. Nothing could possibly ever compare to this.
Her complete and utter acceptance pushes any potential panic I might have had about being knotted with her into nothingness. This is what I was meant to do. My entire existence is built for and around this moment.
"You're my omega," I whisper, gently licking at the wound I put on her neck.
"Mmmhmm," she purrs. "You're my alpha."
Again, pride blooms warmly inside me. I tend my mark and bask in the fullness of Desir'ee's bond until she falls asleep. I am genuinely and thoroughly locked inside her… and I'm okay. She's okay. I can feel Ben and Michael, too; and they're okay.
"We're alright," I whisper.
