Page 3 of Into the Fire: After
Slowly, I pulled her cold, wet shirt over her head. It likely wouldn’t dry in here, but we’d both freeze if we left them on anyway. “Yes, Omega. I’m gonna make it feel better now.” I gave her a long, slow kiss before raising one of her own hands to cover her mouth. Imbuing command into my tone, I added, “You keep this hand here like a good girl.”
Her muffled whimper this time was relieved, heated. She scooted so she could lay down, her legs falling open for me. A silent plea for to take the edge off the pain. I fell between them without hesitation, immediately stroking between her slick folds with the flat of my tongue. Taryn groaned, her palm doing little to hide the sound, but it was something at least.
Already, my alpha saliva soothed her aching need.
God almighty, I’d assumed I wouldn’t reach rut out here. Soothing my sweet omega, bringing her release and relief, had been my only intent. But as Taryn’s pulse ratcheted up, as shebucked against my mouth and rode my tongue, the heat of the rut rose in me. Fear and pain faded away. Desperation replaced it.
Ineededto taste my omega. To fill her. Satisfy her. Melt into her.
My last ounce of sanity admired my omega for having been able to follow my commands at all in her own need tonight; mine was eclipsing everything I knew, draining every bit of reason from my being. It demanded satiation.
Saliva and slick dripped down my lips and chin as I feasted on her. The tip of my tongue traced over her vulva, swollen and silky. I stroked up toward her engorged clit, giving it a flick right as my fingers slid into her. Two, then a third.
Taryn keened against her palm, but like the good little omega she was, she kept her hand in place. The other one twisted in my hair, pulling some of the long red strands into my face. Some of them ended up in my mouth as I continued to tease her throbbing nub and massage her G-spot, but I couldn’t care less.
I cursed the darkness that kept my favorite vision from me—my Taryn flushed and sweating and arching as the initial flutters of her climax clenched around my fingers.
She was about to come.
At the last second, I withdrew my tongue and fingers.
“No!” she begged, both hands grasping at my face and trying to return it to her sweet, sweet cunt. “Please, please—no—I need—”
I grabbed her wrist, tight enough for her to gasp. “Where should this hand be, Omega?”
“Please, Brea, I can’t take it.”
My heart clenched at her pleas. I brought her hand to my lips, giving her knuckles a slow, gentle kiss. “Who takes care of you, baby?”
Taryn choked on a sob, her fingers trembling in mine. “You, Alpha.”
I rose up on my knees, placing her hand back over her mouth. “Who rocks your world, Omega?”
“You.” Her answer was muffled behind her hand, but I could still hear her panting in the darkness.
Fire sliced through my being as I climbed to straddle her thigh, pressing our matching, sopping pussies together. My fingers brushed up the inside of her thigh as I braced myself on her bent leg. “Who loves you more than life, Teacup?”
“You do,” she breathed as I rocked against her. Lightning jumped from her sex to mine, my blood turning to lava in my veins. I kissed the inside of her knee, rubbing my aching clit against hers.
If the enzymes in female alphas’ saliva were a drug, then those in our slick were opium on steroids. Strong enough that our omegas forgot all about the cocks and knots we didn’t have. Taryn had once tried to describe the ecstasy of coming with my alpha slick coating her entrance like this; it had ended with a demonstration and very little description.
Her free hand scrabbled against my hip, my waist. Breaths exploded out of her, muffled behind her hand. I bit my own lips to hold back the sounds clawing up my throat as I coiled tighter and tighter, rocking faster and faster.
Taryn’s release came just before mine, her guttural cries pounding in my ears as I bit her thigh through my own orgasm. We flooded each other, trembling, spasming together. The cold was all but forgotten as we floated in our warm bond together, panting and—at last—sated.
Eventually, I climbed off her and lay at her side, pulling her body close to mine. I positioned us so my back was toward the entrance. Her breath in my ear was a metronome I used to slip into sleep.
Two
Brea
Whythefuckhadn’twe thought to pack a go-bag?
We’d filled the car with water bottles and food and blankets and pillows, fucking dirty laundry for Taryn’s makeshift nest, yet none of us had thought to pack a backpack in the event of a hasty retreat.
Stupid. Fucking stupid amateurs.
Taryn slept the whole day. I was glad of it. If she was asleep, she wasn’t cold or hungry or frightened. The fever had left her skin sometime in the night; her heat was well and truly finished now.
