Chapter Eight

Jonah

After Autumn gives her father the proverbial finger the ceremony is a blur. Eric is sullen for the entire ceremony and tries to object once more before we are officially married. Soon we are in my black pickup truck, speeding toward m y— ou r— home. We are driving down a rural lane when it finally hits me. The omega beside me is mine.

My omega.

My wife.

My future.

My Autumn.

I war with myself internally, knowing I need to get her home before laying another hand on her, but her scent is saturating the cab of the truck and driving me insane. I can smell her pussy even with the window open and I know I won't be able to wait.

Pulling off to the side of the lane, I stare at her.

"Jonah? Is something wrong?"

"Listen carefully, Autumn. I wanted to do right by you. I know you have been sheltered your whole life and last night was hard enough on you, but I won't be able to hold back. I need to mark you and make sure you can never be taken from me…"

"What?" Her fear taints the air around us, thrusting my arousal higher.

"Get out of the truck and run, baby girl. The house is a mile from here in that direction." I point out the windscreen. "If you want to be fucked on a soft bed for your first time as my omega, my wife, you'll need to make it there before I catch you."

"You can't be serious!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.

I lean over her, my frame so much larger than hers, pushing open the door on her side of the cab. "If I catch you, I won't care where we are. I will fuck you, knot you, and mark you. You can be sure of that. I have waited long enough to make you mine."

Something in my voice or my features must convince her of this truth because a moment later, she jumps out of the truck taking off at full speed. I watch her disappear between the trees in the direction I pointed. My breathing is harsh as I give her a head start.

Her legs are much shorter than mine, after all. I fight to remain seated but I can't sit there for long and soon I am sprinting after her. Her scent clings to the forest, strawberries and cream laced with fear and even a little excitement. That's an unexpected yet pleasant surprise.

I let my senses lead me, surprised that she has made it this far. But we are still not near the house, and I know in my heart I will fuck my new wife on the forest floor. I spot her in front of me and pick up the pace. Her breathing is hard as she tries to run faster, fighting to get away from me. But that isn't in the cards.

I catch her around the waist and pull her against my chest bringing us both to an abrupt stop. She squirms in my hold, trying to fight me off but all that does is rub her perfect, plump ass against my cock.

"Got you," I rasp in her ear.

"Jonah, please," she begs breathlessly.

"Anything, Autumn. I will give you anything after I've claimed you," I say as I lower her to the ground. "You'll forgive me for this eventually."

She raises up on all fours and tries to crawl away from me, but I have a firm grip on her ankles, pulling her back to me. I flip her pretty red dress over her full ass to expose her white cotton panties to my gaze, a wet spot already forming on the material. The sight driving me to the brink of madness.

"No!" she wails loudly as I run my finger along the fabric, her slick already clinging to it.

Her mind may be at war with what is happening right now, but her body is ready for me. As an omega, she has no control over her body's reaction. It knows that an Alpha is ready to knot and breed her little pussy and it is preparing to take my hard length.

She tries to crawl away once more and I land a brutal blow to her left ass cheek, drawing a pained moan from her. Interesting. I should be disturbed that the sound drives my arousal higher, but I couldn't care less.

"Don't fight me, baby girl. Daddy doesn't want to hurt you and I know you must still be sensitive from everything we did last night," I say, ripping her underwear from her body. "But you can be sure I will. I won't be denied this perfect, dripping pussy for another minute."

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Autumn

He thrusts a thick finger inside my sex and the first tear spills down my cheek. My mind and body are conflicted. I love the thrill of the chase, but my mind is screaming that this is wrong. That allowing him to fuck me like an animal on the forest floor isn't something I should enjoy even though my body is singing, and my pussy is begging to be filled by him. My words are a direct contradiction to the way I feel right now.

A sound I've never heard falls from my lips as heat works its way through me. I can't believe I'm moaning at his intrusion. This entire situation is fucking with my head.

Why does it have to feel so damn good?

"Please, Jonah." I don't know if I'm begging him to stop or to do something more.

"You're perfect," he murmurs like he didn't hear me. "Your slick is dripping to the fucking ground, you're so wet."

Yesterday that would have embarrassed me, but I know the Alpha behind me is relishing it. I feel pride at being able to make my husban d— my Alph a— happy, but these conflicting feelings flooding me are so foreign and I don't have the first idea how to deal with any of this.

"Yes!" he hisses. "Ride my fingers."

Am I? My mind catalogs everything. Yes, my hips are moving. I want to stop but it feels too good. Is this what sex is really like? Dirty and scary but more pleasure than any words can ever explain. Last night was different but that's because he was being held back by the rules set by The Sanctuary. This is the real Jonah. Perhaps it's the real me too?

"Jonah!" I cry out, my voice hoarse. I don't know what to do.

"Come for me, baby girl," he demands, adding a third finger and thrusting harshly. "I want you drenched before I stuff you full of my thick, Alpha cock."

The moment his words hit my ears, my back bows, stars exploding before my eyes as my breath hitches in my lungs. My legs quiver but he holds me up when they want to give out. I swear for a moment I black out and lose track of time.

"I'm sorry, love," he rasps in my ear before a blinding pain shoots through me.

I'm being torn apart from the inside. Intense pressure fills my sex as he fills me in one smooth stroke. I didn't think it would hurt again, not after how many times he fucked me last night. But it does.

"Stop!" I yell, clawing at the dirt beneath my hands. For a moment I feel a reprieve as he starts to withdraw but he only spears me again.

My pussy burns from the stretch, my knees opposing the constant movement forcing sticks and small stones deeper into my flesh. My entire body shakes with each of his violent thrusts. The pain fades and all I am left with is an intense need to be filled by him.

"Please…" The word falls from my lips like a curse. "Daddy, I need…"

Funny how quickly I went from wanting him to stop, to begging him to fuck me harder.

"Yes," he hums behind me. "Beg for my knot, baby girl."

"More," I plead. I'm not even sure what I want more of, but I do know I don't want him to stop. "Knot me, please."

"This pussy is perfect," he says loudly as he thrusts into me over and over, his hands holding my hips tightly. I will be wearing new bruises over the ones from last night, I am sure of it. "I have dreamed of this moment for the last year and it's even better than I imagined."

I'm not sure if he is talking to me or himself but his words calm something inside me, a soothing balm to my battered soul. Has he really been craving me all that time? He told me but I have chosen not to believe him. The level of his obsession should scare me but it only spurs me on. The thought of him doing whatever he had to have me, has a warmth flowing through me.

I push back into his punishing thrusts, fucking him just as hard as he is fucking me.

"Autumn!" he moans, his rigid penis swelling even more inside me, the thickness filling me. "I'll never get enough of this."

I really hope he doesn't ever tire of filling me with his hard length. The pain has fully morphed into pleasure, and I push back into his next stroke. I freeze when he growls above me.

"No, baby girl, don't stop. Take your pleasure. Fuck Daddy with your juicy little cunt. Force me to knot you."

How can his dirty words be the thing that has me complying? I shouldn't want this, want him to fuck me out here on the ground. But I do and I let my instincts take over. Rolling my hips, I listen to his breathing, waiting for him to tell me I am doing something wrong. But he doesn't. His thrusts become more erratic with every movement I make and soon we are a writhing mess on the forest floor.

"I am going to flood your womb with my seed and lock my knot inside your pussy before putting my mark on your skin. Are you ready, Little Omega?"

"Yes! Please, Daddy," I moan loudly, throwing my head back as a wave of pleasure crests and crashes over me.

"Fuck!" he roars, his harsh grip on my hips becoming even tighter as he buries himself deep inside me.

His knot swells, stretching me to the limit as he leans over and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. The pleasure and pain meld together as my scream rips through the forest, another, more intense orgasm taking me under.

This time, I really do black out.