14. Hazel

HAZEL

The alpha lifted me up onto the countertop with a snarl, reached under my skirt and ripped my panties down over my legs. I spread them wider, desperate to feel his mouth on me.

I'm so wet for you.

Look at how much slick I'm dripping, alpha.

Lick me up and tell me how good I taste.

"Jesus Christ, Hazel, this filthy fucking mouth needs a cock in it."

Had I told him all of that?

That's fine, he needed to know.

"I want it, alpha," I panted.

He was carrying me now. Big hands gripping bare legs. Thighs around his waist and my pussy against his trapped bulge. I licked and nipped at his neck, taking sips of his scent and drinking in his dominant pheromones.

We landed hard on my couch, me on top. I whined when he pulled my head away from his neck. He kept guiding me further down, turning my entire body in the opposite direction. I didn't understand until one hand unzipped and freed himself. The other pushed my face against his cock. His scent was even stronger here, mingled with the salt and masculine musk of precum. I need it in me. I moaned, my tongue snaking out to taste him.

A hard, demanding slap on my ass had me crying out, before he pulled my hair into a tight grip and forced me to take all of him in one choking breath. Yanked me back and fucked deep down my throat again.

"This is what you need, isn't it? It's not enough to beg me to eat your sweet pussy, you need your throat fucked at the same time. Don't you?"

I lapped at where his shaft met his swollen knot. My tongue trailed up the veined length of him as he guided my movements. Tastes so fucking good.

"Fuck, look at you dripping slick all over me. So fucking horny from being a good little cocksucker. You can keep going for me, can't you?"

The alpha applied pressure to the back of my head, keeping his cock lodged deep in my mouth. It muffled my scream at the first long lick of his tongue on my pussy. His hands left my hair so he could spread my thighs, diving in to drink up the slick pouring from me. His hips took over, punishing my throat while he sucked on my clit.

My omega was loving it. Absolutely loving the way this alpha was taking care of me. Building the pressure between my legs while giving me his delicious cock at the same time. Covering me with more and more of his ash and liquor scent with every touch, lick and thrust.

I returned the favour, shaking and crying out as I came all over his face. Branding him with my slick and tropical sweetness. I ground my cunt against his tongue with each cresting wave that reverberated through my body.

Clarity sharpened my vision. I pulled back with a gasp, lifting myself off his still-hard cock, my throat raw.

"Are you back?"

Remy's voice was smothered by my inner thighs.

I scrambled to climb off him. His jeans hadn't even been tugged down past his knees, that's how fucking desperate I had been to suck him down. My eyes were magnetised by his shining, swaying cock and that bulging knot that made my pussy ache.

"Hazel, don't fucking look at my cock like that unless you want to be fucked," Remy growled.

My heat spike was over but was I sated?

Not even close.

"I…" I began.

My skirt dropped to the floor.

"Want to be…"

Moments later, my top landed beside it.

"Fucked."

Remy pounced, throwing me back onto the couch. He covered me with his body as he undid my bra with a single pinch of his fingers on the clasp. He groaned as my breasts bounced out of them, unable to resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while he palmed the other, letting the weight of it fill his hand.

"Do you want me to film this?" he asked, his voice sounding strained.

I moaned, pushing his jeans off so I could slide my pussy against his thigh, leaving behind a streak of slick.

"Hazel!" Remy laced my name with a hint of his alpha bark and dear fucking god it made me wet. Made me want to tear off my clothes and present. Beg for him to mount and rut me.

"Yes, alpha?" I replied breathily.

"Am. I. Filming. This?"

I understood what he was really asking.

Was this work? Or was it something more?

I pulled his head down so I could bury my nose into his neck, getting a hit of his scent like a drug. It was drunken and heated, stolen kisses beneath constellations and an urgent promise to keep quiet.

I was being reckless and foolish but I did not have it in me to care in that moment.

"No."

Remy didn't spare a single second, fucking me so deep the breath was knocked from my lungs. My head hit the armrest of the couch. His arm shot up, bracing his hand behind my head and fucked me harder. He seemed crazed, ravenous with want for me.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Remy tore the words from his throat with a snarl. "I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You need my cum deep inside you, don't you?"

I could barely catch my breath, let alone answer, each pounding thrust of his cock drawing a high-pitched cry from me. He knew. Knew exactly how hard I wanted him to use my slick hole to get both of us off.

His hand circled my throat. Tightened and cut off my surprised gasp. "Tell me what you need," Remy purred.

"Your knot," I choked out. "Stretching me. Filling me so full of your cum it soaks my panties for the rest of the day."

A ripple swept down his taut, sweat-soaked body and I felt his fingers on my throat tense. His strokes slowed, pulling out until only the tip was inside me before slamming back in so hard I saw an entire fucking galaxy.

"You won't be able to sell those ones, will you?"

"N-no."

"They're just for you." Remy leaned close, and whispered into my ear, "Because you're my perfect little cumslut."

It was too much. He tapped directly into my eager to please omega instincts and my orgasm tore through my entire body for him. Remy's knot filled me perfectly, my cunt accepting him greedily without any friction. Pulsing, squeezing and keeping him. Not letting a single drop of his seed go anywhere except deep into my pussy.

With both of us sated, Remy carefully released his grip on my throat and replaced it with slow, soft kisses.

Remy.

Of course his name wasn't actually Ryder. Remy was…beautiful on him. Ryder sat on his shoulders like armour but Remy draped over him like silk.

Knowing his real name jolted something fundamental within me.

"I want to help you through your heat," he said finally.

I stiffened.

"You can still try heat services again. But if you need another option, here it is." Remy interlaced our hands and kissed my fingers. "The last thing I would want is for you to leave it undecided so long your heat went untended somehow."

"I wouldn't let that happen," I said quietly. "But I'm stuck this time. It's been days and I still can't come around to the idea of going back to NOC."

Remy's unwavering gaze was slightly unnerving. "Let me. Please."

I could feel my resolve crumbling. "It won't be easy," I warned him.

"Not a problem."

"Other alphas have said doing it solo was almost too much."

"Great. I love a challenge."

"I'm not having it here so we'll rent a nest at heat services."

"Whatever you're most comfortable with."

I narrowed my eyes. "And I want you to cuddle with a giant teddy bear in the days leading up to it, so it smells like you and I can snuggle with it."

"Sure, but you can just snuggle with me and get a very similar result." Remy shrugged.

"You are hard muscle and not at all soft like a teddy."

"One teddy coming right up then."

I stared at him, assessing his open face for any trace of reluctance.

"I don't really want the bear."

"I know. I would have done it if you did though."

I drew looping circles on his chest absentmindedly as I turned the decision I had just made over and over in my mind. I needed an alpha. He offered. It made sense.

There was just one final thing.

"Remy?"

"Mm?"

I knew heat services specifically put measures in place to prevent what I was about to say but I still had to be absolutely certain.

"You absolutely, unequivocally cannot bond me."

His expression grew grim.

"That, we can both agree on."