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dmitri

I CAME BACK to myself as I was coming, but I knew I'd come already, more than once. There was something about the way this orgasm felt, a certain tenderness, that let me know there had already been heights of pleasure.

And I'd been sort of aware of it, I supposed, in a heightened state of instinct that had taken over me and used my body, made me do what came naturally.

My cock was still hard. I was in a full-on rut. I had my knot snugly inside her pussy, and she was lying face down in the nest. I was behind her. I sat up enough to smooth a hand down her spine.

She let out a noise of pleasure.

"Let's turn you, sweet girl," I said.

"Can we?" she said.

"I think so," I said, even though, I mean, I'd never turned someone on my knot before.

It turned out to be sort of fun. She came during it, but I seemed to just touch her and she fucking came, this omega. It was probably because she was in heat.

Finally, we were face to face, her straddling me. I reached back to get some pillows to prop myself up on and I looked her over. She looked so good on my knot. Her body was flushed and well-fucked, and her breasts were high and pretty and she was all curves and softness. I couldn't help but run an appreciative hand over her, exploring her all over.

She perfumed for me, throwing back her head.

I kissed her neck.

She sighed.

I scraped my teeth over her neck.

She moaned.

I licked her there. "I cannot wait to bite you, sweet girl."

She sighed. "I want it."

"Of course you do," I soothed. "We both do."

She sank her hands into my hair holding me against her. "Would you do it right now if I asked you to?"

"Obviously," I groaned.

She sighed.

I waited, tensed for the request.

"I…" She didn't finish the sentence.

I moved my face away so that I could look into her eyes. "What is it, omega? Tell your alpha."

"I'm afraid," she said, but she wouldn't look at me. She was tracing patterns on my bicep, worrying her top teeth over her bottom lip.

"That's normal," I said and captured that bottom lip with my mouth.

She sighed, kissing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You feel perfect on my knot," I told her, kissing my way over to her jaw.

"I love your knot," she informed me, her voice reverent. "It's the best thing that ever happened to me."

I chuckled softly. "It is here to serve you, omega."

She giggled.

I spanned her small waist with my hands and then let them slide down to her wider hips. "I knew I wanted this, to get my cock as far inside you as I could, I mean. But it's so much nicer than I could have imagined. And you look so pretty full of my knot, omega. So, so fucking pretty." I squeezed her hips and smiled at her.

She perfumed for me. "You look good, too, you know. You're so… you're like some warrior-giant or something. I like the way you just took me. I liked how it was so… frenzied."

I felt embarrassed. "Yeah, maybe… uh, I can be more in control if I get some practice."

"No, I said I liked it," she breathed. She kissed me.

I broke the kiss. "But that's why you're afraid, isn't it?"

"No, no," she said, shaking her head, her eyes wide and guileless. "Not afraid of you at all. Maybe I should be, but I just like you. I'm afraid of me."

"Of yourself?"

"Of how much I like you, of how much I like this, of…" She didn't finish.

I leaned forward and rested our foreheads together. "I get it," I said in a low, rumbling voice. "It's like that for me, too. Out of control."

"Yeah," she said softly.

For some reason, this was the moment that my cock deflated. Was I not in a rut anymore? Really? My knot deflated too.

She felt it and moved off of me, eyes wide. "Did… did I…?"

I looked down at myself, a spike of panic going through me. Wasn't I going to be in a rut for her? She was in heat for fuck's sake, and couldn't I perform for her? Fuck.

She rolled into the pillows, her scent spiked full of fear.

Something in me responded to that, something instinctive. It took me over, just like the way I'd been lost to fucking her before, lost in the rut. It drowned out my own panic, because she was afraid and she needed me to not be afraid.

I pulled her into my arms, running my palms soothingly down her arms and back, not a sexual touch, just one that steadied her. "I've got you, omega," I breathed. "It's okay. You're all right."

She pushed her face into my chest, moaning. "No, I need…"

"I have everything you need," I said. "You need another orgasm, sweet girl?" I cupped her pussy, rubbing the heel of my hand up against the apex of her mound. She was slippery there—her slick and the copious amount of semen I'd pumped into her—and I slid around against her clit easily.

She sighed, eyes rolling back in her head.

"There we go, see?" I said, my voice soft. "You can come for me, can't you?"

She moaned. "Won't be enough."

"Then you'll come for me again," I told her. "You'll come and come until it's enough. I can do this all day. And I want you to come, omega. I love the way your sweet wet pussy feels when I hold you like this."

She convulsed against me, letting out a breathy sigh. "Fuck, that's good," she managed.

"Another?" I said.

"I don't… I…"

"Another," I decided, reading it in her scent. "On my tongue this time. I absolutely need to taste you."

"Oh," she said, her scent going bright and pleased. She wriggled down into the pillows, legs splayed. She had surrendered to me. I could scent it, and it was perfect.

I licked her for what felt like forever. She tasted absolutely amazing. I'd never tasted an omega's slick before. It was addictive. I got distracted just lapping at her, not paying enough attention to her clit, but it worked out, because I teased her, holding off her pleasure, edging her until she came all the harder.

I only stopped licking her and suckling the tiny sweet nub of her clit because I wanted to put my mouth on her breasts. I did that for a long while, plucking at her pretty brownish pink nipples, licking them back and forth, suckling them into my mouth, all of that.

She reached down to touch me. "You got hard again."

"Yeah, I guess so." I hadn't really been paying attention. I'd been entirely consumed with her.

"That's good," she said, squeezing her hand around my knot.

It was distracting. I ended up sitting up, perched between her spread thighs, and letting her touch me, letting her feather her tiny little omega hands over my cock and my knot. She even reached down to fondle and stroke my balls, which was really nice.

I liked the look of her skin against mine, the look of her small hands as they gripped and stroked me. It turned me on seeing how small she seemed next to me, and I didn't know why that was. Some alpha-omega thing, like everything else?

"When I first presented, when I had my first heat, I didn't know what it was," she said softly.

"That must have been scary," I said. If you'd told me that I would be able to think like that while she was rubbing my dick, I would have said it was impossible, and probably before the first time I'd rutted her, it wouldn't have been. But it was better now, and I could feel myself being exactly what she needed. She needed me to hear this. I could sense it or scent it or something. "What happened?"

"I shouldn't have brought that up." Her scent rose. She was embarrassed. She was chastising herself.

"It's okay."

"No, it's about… me with another man, and I bet you don't want to hear—"

"Aurelie, I've had sex with other people, too. I didn't ask you to come to me a virgin or something."

"Just unknotted," she said quietly.

"That was shitty of me," I said, realizing just now exactly why. It had been selfish. It had been predicated on my own insecurity, actually, because I'd worried that if she'd been with someone else, she'd be comparing me to him, and I worried I wouldn't measure up for some reason. I'd always been so awkward around her, so out of control. I hadn't realized it could be like this with us.

But now, I felt the tie between us in a way that meant I did what she needed. And I felt secure in that. I would do whatever she needed, even if that meant making sure she had other knots and other men. Or other women, for that matter. I'd do whatever she needed. It was what being an alpha was, and it was why I was right for her, why no one else could be right for her the way I was.

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I wasn't… I mean, here's the thing. That's the only time I ever had sex, anyway."

"Wait, what?" I settled my hand on her belly. Wow, my hand looked huge there, didn't it? I liked that.

She groaned, dragging her hands over her face. "It was so bad."

"Talk to me about this, omega," I said.

She shook her head, still covering her face.

"The first time I had sex, it was awful," I offered, not sure why I was saying that.

She dragged her hands down from her eyes. "Yeah?"

"I was too young," I said. "I mean, I presented when I was thirteen, and I was physically capable of the act, but I don't think I was really ready."

"You were thirteen?"

"Fourteen," I said. "She was a beta. She wanted me to try to knot her, but I explained to her that I didn't get knots for betas, and she got some weird scent thing in a jar. I don't know what it was. It didn't smell good, exactly. It smelled sort of muddled. But it worked. And then…" I snorted. "And then I could not get that knot inside her because, you know, she was a beta. It was just… miserable. The whole thing. She was very annoyed with me for not trying harder, but when I did try, she would make these faces, cringing, because it hurt her."

"That sounds miserable," she said.

"So?" I said. "Tell me?"

She chewed on her bottom lip. "He was a beta, too. He couldn't… stay hard for me, and I was in heat. He tried though. He tried to do what he could. He tried to help me, and I was screaming and sobbing and practically in pain, and… and…"

"That's the only time?" I said.

She nodded.

"But… why?"

"Well, then I was engaged to you, and it seemed wrong in some way."

I furrowed my brow. "Shit, no wonder you hate me."

"I don't hate you," she whispered.

"Maybe you should. I did act like I'd staked some claim on you and that your body was mine."

"I kind of like my body being yours." She writhed under my hand.

I grinned down at her. "Yeah?"

She nodded. Her voice was scratchy. "And that yours is the only knot that's been inside me."

"Do you?" My voice dropped in pitch. "Do you, really?"

"Yeah," she breathed, giving my knot a little squeeze. "I want… I've never tasted an alpha's come before, and I keep thinking about putting my mouth on you, but I'm afraid that if I do that, you'll get soft again, and—"

"No, I'm not a beta, sweet baby," I said to her. "I don't know why that happened earlier, to be honest, but you don't have to worry. You can do anything you want with me."

"I want you to come in my mouth and then I want you to knot me again," she said. "Like, right afterwards—"

"Yes," I said. "Should we arrange some pillows so it's comfy for you to suck me?"

"You're sure?"

"Um?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

She giggled. "Okay, well, obviously, you're sure, so—"

"No, no, what am I saying?" I squared my shoulders and cleared my throat. "Er, I don't know about that, omega. If you want to have the honor of having alpha essence straight from the source, you'll need to ask very, very nicely."

She giggled. "Beg to suck you, alpha?"

I cupped her face and kissed her pretty, sweet lips. "Beg," I said.

"Please, please, may I suck your cock, alpha?"

"You promise to do a good job, omega?" I was teasing her.

"If I don't, you can teach me what you like," she said, simpering.

I kissed her again, harder.

"You're leaking," she whispered, rubbing the liquid that had come out of me over the head of my cock.

"You don't know about pre-come, omega?" I whispered. On second thought, having her innocent like this… it was not bad, not at all. It was hot, anyway, even if it wasn't entirely fair to her. I'd have to rectify the unfairness of it, I supposed, to make up for having taken advantage.

"Oh, no, I do, I just…" She blushed.

I kissed her again.

"It's a lot," she whispered against my lips. "I want to taste it."

"Well," I said, "I guess I'll let you lick me there. I guess."

She giggled again, and ducked her head down and then I felt the sweet, wet warmth of her tongue lapping me, and then she sucked the head of me into her mouth. I sighed, gently touching her face, brushing her hair out of the way, so that I could watch her there.

Wow, she looked very good with her mouth on me.

It wasn't going to take me very long.

I toyed with her earlobe. "You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock, omega."

She moaned, taking me deeper, all the way to my knot.

I felt the head of my cock brush the back of her throat.

She moved off, her eyes bright.

"Shh," I said brushing at the wetness at her eyes. "You don't have to gag yourself, omega, but we can train your throat sometime later if you like."

She impaled herself on my cock, all the way down her throat, her lips going halfway down my knot.

I grunted.

She gagged.

It milked the head of my cock.

I spurted into her, thrusting at the same time, which was probably a shit thing to do, but she was moving up off of me, lapping at everything that was coming out of me, moaning about the taste.

I came like crazy, possibly because when there's a pretty girl in your lap going on about how good it tastes to drink your come, it's, you know, hot, and she used her clever little tongue to lick me clean, getting every last drop of it.

And right after, just like she'd indicated, she climbed up, straddling me, and tucked my cock into the wet wondrousness of her pussy.

I slid up until I felt the resistance where my knot didn't quite fit.

She threw back her head. "Knot me, knot me, please."

I rocked against her, her pussy doing tiny little squeezes on my cock as if it wanted to suck it up in there. It seemed practically impossible as I pushed my knot against the ring of her pussy. How had this fit before? I'd just shoved it in there, hadn't I, sure it would work. "Did I hurt you before?"

"Hurt me, want it, please," she panted, bouncing up and down on my cock.

I tried. It did not go in. And now I was feeling a little bit of fear. "Maybe we should get you wetter, sweet baby omega," I breathed in her ear. "I'll just fuck you like this and play with your clit, and—"

She knotted herself.

I mean, she pressed herself down hard on my knot and it popped right into her, and it felt like— fuck —it felt like a velvet vise. I threw back my head, my mouth open in a silent scream, and I could feel the oblivion from before right out on the edge of my consciousness.

It was going to take over, and I was going to go at her like before, with abandon, out of control. I was going to push her down and get over top of her and fuck her like a wild, savage thing, and that was going to be every single damned time with us and—

But then I… I didn't.

I rode it, like a wave. It tried to bury me, tried to crash over my head, but I swam out in front of it and let it buoy me up, and then it was the power beneath the way I had her, it gave me the energy I needed to please her, but it did not control me.

Instead, we gazed into each other's eyes, noses practically touching, as she straddled me and we moved together, and we whispered back and forth to each other about how good the other felt.

I felt so damned close to her. I was inside her body, and she was surrounding me, but it felt like we were moving together in service to something else, some old and deep rhythm, something that tied both of us down to the center of the earth and to the movement of the stars overhead. Something bigger than us, something good.

It was this, this give-and-take with us, her omega side that complimented my alpha side, and everything flowed, like liquid. We came—together, several times—but we just flowed in and out of the orgasms easily, like it was part of it.

At one point, she took my face in both of her small, graceful hands and she panted, "I get it now. It's not… it's not like that."

"No, it's not," I said, because somehow I understood what she meant, even though that had been pretty vague.

"It's not about you owning me or me owning you or anything like that. It's just about surrender to this ."

"It's bigger than us," I said.

"And it's good," she moaned.

"So good," I agreed.

And then we were kissing, and I knew, knew it was time, even though before I'd said that it wasn't time, and that we weren't ready. It was all different now. We'd ascended to some higher plane of some kind of strange sexual enlightenment.

I felt high on her, lost to some otherworldly bliss that I'd found in her body.

She pressed her breasts into my chest and rolled her head on her shoulders, and I traced a little pattern on the place I'd chosen, right on the slope of one of her perfect breasts.

"Here, baby," I murmured.

"Oh," she said, glancing down at it. "Yeah, there is perfect."

"You're ready?" I gasped.

"Please, alpha," she said, stroking her small fingers over my jaw and the back of my neck. "Make us one. Make us that forever."

"Yes, yes," I breathed.

And then I bit her.

She came on me, letting out unbridled noises, shivering and undulating, her body tensing and releasing on me. I tended as her orgasm built and crested and hovered and multiplied and she sobbed and sighed and swore. I dragged my tongue over the little wound I'd made, staying hard and fucking her through it, because I knew she needed that, needed my cock, needed my knot, needed me to get through her pinnacle.

When her orgasm ended, so did her heat.

I could scent that it had changed, and she was limp and wrung out as she collapsed into me.

"Such a good girl," I breathed, tending. "Came just exactly like an omega should on her alpha's knot. Very, very good. Broke your heat, baby."

"Mmm," she breathed, laying her head on my shoulder in a way so that I still had access to my mark. "Thank you, alpha."

"No, thank you ," I said, licking a long stripe over the bite. "Thank you for this."

"You liked my heat," she said, yawning, affectionate, teasing.

"So did you," I said.

"Just needed your bite," she said, relaxing into me. "That was just what I needed."

"Now it's done," I murmured.

She yawned again.

I was still knotted inside her, and I didn't think it'd be going down for a bit. I arranged us, her still jammed full of me, lying on my chest, and propped my head up on pillows so that I could tend my mark while she slept.

She yawned once more.

"Sleep, sweet girl," I told her. "You did so well."

"Love you," she breathed sleepily.

"Mmm, yeah," I said with a smile. "I love you, Aurelie."

She let out a happy sigh and slipped off to sleep.

She snored. It was cute as hell.

I was gone for her.

I tended.