Page 24 of Omega's Virtue: Part One (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 2)

“Need to prepare you,” he muttered as he dropped up his knees and buried his face in my breasts. “Need to see you…”

His hands slipped under my skirts and ran up my legs, ripping my garters off and tearing away my stockings. I’d thought we’d be naked by now, but both of us were still fully dressed. The only hint at impropriety, his large rough hands squeezing my thighs.

“Beautiful.” He seemed lost in his own world—lost completely, for his eyes were mirrored gold. He was lost in a rut. Those fingers teased up my sensitive inner thigh.

“Breathe, Trix.” He purred. I’d not realised I’d been holding my breath. I gasped for air just as his thumbs brushed against my sex, pulling the nether lips apart, exposing all of me to all of him. But I needed more.

“Please,” I begged. “Touch me.”

“How? How do you want to be touched?”

I closed my eyes, for his gave no pity. I was like clay in his hands and he would mould and shape me as he desired.

“Tell me, omega.” His hands retreated, left me bereft. A warning that noncompliance would result not in pleasure or pain but removal of all sensation. I dragged my skirts and petticoats up until my sex was exposed. I whined, wanting to press my aching core into his face for I could not replace his fingers with mine while I bared myself for him. He shook his head. “Words, omega, or I tie you up and leave you here. Neglected and frustrated beyond your wildest nightmares.”

“Mouth!” I shouted my confession. “I want your mouth… I want your mouth on my clit.”

His chuckle was dark. “And what does an innocent like you know of cunnilingus?”

“Poetry… Etchings. I saw etchings… a book at your father’s shop… I’ve been touching myself and thinking about it…”

“Needy, needy omegas. Have you been slick at the thought of my mouth on your cunt?” He kissed my thigh. My legs trembled when he bit the soft flesh. My body was confused by the tenderness and sharp pain, the two combining and leaving me wanting more. More of everything. “Words, omega…”

Did he need my words when slick flooded from me? No. Still, he smiled at me like the cat who’d found the cream. “Yes, alpha. I want… I want that. Your mouth on my cunt.”

“Thank the Goddess. Have to taste you now.”

I could not understand how, but I found myself on my back, skirts rucked about my waist and a dark head between my thighs. “What a sweet, sweet slick you produce, omega.”

There is fantasy and reality. There are dreams and reality. And nothing will prepare you for the reality of your alpha running his tongue from your puckered ass, up over your entrance—briefly delving into your hot, slick opening—and to your clit, which he will then suck on like a candy.

“Alpha!” I cried. Instinct demanded one thing. “Knot me. I need you to knot me. Mate me. Knot me. I need your knot.”

He ignored my every whimpered plea and kept his mouth on me through my first orgasm. My second. My third. He only used his mouth. Then, as I edged along the precipice, he pressed a finger inside. My core pulsed around the intrusion, my whole body convulsing with the force of another orgasm.

His body slid up until his face was level with mine. Our eyes met, and he kissed my feverish brow. I could smell myself on him, see my release on his chin, and while he was so close, I arched closer to kiss his jaw, tasting myself on him.

“Do you like that? You like that. I can feel you clenching on just the tip of my finger. You are so tight.” He chuckled and more of the thick digit speared me. “More?”

“Yes,” was a breathy word, I wasn’t sure I said or imagined. But he heard me no matter and I felt the heel of his hand press against my clit. “Oh Goddess.”

“That’s it.” His finger was joined by another. He captured my gasp in a kiss. “I am going to take your virginity. Your maidenhead is mine. Always had been… Just didn’t expect to take you so soon… Goddess, Trix. I’ll worship you for the rest of our lives.”

The tip of his cock nudged at my entrance, testing the fragile barrier that proclaimed me a virgin.

“Please, why… Why are you teasing? I need your knot.” I panted underneath him, face turned to the side as I tried to rock my hips in the hopes I could force him deeper inside of me.

“My knot?” He grunted. “You’ll get my knot. But I’m going to enjoy the sweet heaven of this moment. After I put my cock in you, everything will change. You’ll be mine, Trix. Mine.” The word came out a growl. “Say it. Who do you belong to omega?”

“You. I belong to you.”

The moment the words left my lips, he surged forward, breaking through my hymen and filling me up until I felt his partially swollen knot against my sex.

We stayed there. Eyes locked.

“I’m going to rut you, Trix. Are you ready? You aren’t. You might think you are, but you aren’t ready for how I am going to ruin you for anyone but me.”

I nodded, unable to put my pleasure into words. He’d ruined me for any other long ago, but as I began to admit that, he began to move. Slow and deep then a fierce battering of his growing knot, each thrust stretching me a little more. I lost control of my body, which quivered and spasmed.

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