Page 43 of Bonds and Beasts

“Safe word?”

I pull back enough to look at him. “Rose.” He raises one eyebrow. “It’s fitting.” I can feel the long, hard length of his cock through our clothes, and I punctuate my point by rolling my hips so that my center smooths along him. He bares his teeth and growls.

When he reaches down to take my face in his broad hand, he isn’t gentle. The pads of his fingers sink into the hollows of my cheeks. “You will use the safe word if you feel uncomfortable,” he barks, so I have no choice. If I feel even mildly unsettled, I’ll have to use the safe word.

His thumb presses meanly against my bottom lip. “Will you do as I say, omega?” He asks. There is no bark here. He wants to know what I want to do, and I am greedy for what he’s promising.

“I’ll do anything,” I vow.

His eyes light up with a kind of feral hunger I’ve never seen him display before. “Anything is a dangerous game, Beauty.”

I open my mouth and tilt my head so that his thumb slips between my lips and I suck. He allows it for a moment before pulling away.

“On your knees,” he demands.

My body slides from his lap practically of its own accord and to the floor. I kneel and he spreads his legs, allowing me closer access. My clothes are still damp from the rain and they cling to every single curve. Bello’s eyes roam over me and I don’t move. Mostly because I’m too busy staring at his still-damp clothing. The way his white linen shirt is clinging to his chest, I can see his broad muscles and the V that slips below his waist.

“Take it out,” he gruffs. I run my hands up his pants. The clink of his belt buckle and the metallic drag of the zipper is obscene in the quiet living room. The only other sound is the crackling fire. I pull down his pants and his cock springs free, bobbing heavily between his legs and already leaking.

I don’t move, simply watch. I don’t like to make decisions. If he wants it, he needs to take charge.

Thankfully, Bello doesn’t need to be taught how to be a dom. His hands thread through my hair and he pulls by the base of my scalp, which feels delicious and pleasurable. His hand guides my mouth to his weeping tip.

His other hand wraps around the base of his cock above his already swelling knot and paints his cock over my lips, covering them with his essence.

“Open,” he demands. No sooner do I comply than Bello is pushing forward, feeding me his thick cock one inch at a time.

I can feel every ridge and vein as it slides along my tongue, and I can sense every racing thought, every feeling, every doubt ebb from my mind. My whole body starts to relax.

Bello can tell, and he hums in approval as he bottoms out, making sure that I half-swallow him down my throat. “You like this, Beauty?” he asks as I let my throat pulse around his girth. “Do you like being a mouth for your alpha?” I nod, and his laugh is rich as he pulls my head back enough for me to take several breaths and then starts fucking my throat in earnest.

The pace is languid but deep and causes my throat to spasm, making me gluck around him. My hand shoots between my legs and under the dress skirt. My fingers find my center, and I smooth two over my slit and then circle my clit before diving into myself. When I look up through hooded eyes, mouth full, Bello’s gaze is firmly on me.

“You working that pretty cunt for me, Beauty?” he asks. I nod. He laughs darkly. “Let’s see how wet you’ve gotten for me.”

His hand in my hair tugs up and I pop off of him with a wet smack. He leans down and kisses my mouth, tasting us on my lips, before pulling back so there’s only a slice of air between our faces and growling, “Present, omega.”

I pull back, turn on my knees, and press my face down onto the plush throw carpet in front of the fire, back arched, ass in the air for his use. My knees sink and spread, allowing him full access.

His large hand comes down sharply against my ass in a stinging slap before soothing over the area, and then sliding from my tailbone all the way up my spine before wrapping around the back of my neck.

My dress is hiked to my waist and he rips my panties away in one swift tear. I feel the blunt head of his cock move up and down through my slick folds, making a mess of me. A moan escapes me as he circles my clit and then crowns my entrance. Instead of slamming in as I expected, Bello pushes in with constant, knee-shaking, force. I feel like I’m being split in half by him in the best way. Once he bottoms out and his sack is resting on my clit, he pauses. I mewl and squirm beneath him. I need him to move. I need the friction. I try to reach down, to touch my clit, but he intercepts both of my hands in his and holds them above my head in one of his big palms.

I whine again, high and needy. He chuckles, the bastard. “Use your words, Adison. Tell your alpha what you want.”

“I want your cock. I want you to move.” I pant and attempt to wiggle to add some friction, but he has me firmly pinned.

“Beg,” he growls. I still. At first, I wonder if I’ve misheard him. But then he repeats it. “Beg, Beauty. Ask me nicely, and I might give you what you want.”

“Please, alpha,” I try pushing my ass the little bit I can.

“Please what?” Bastard isn’t going to let me off that easily. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I swallow and breathe, “Please fuck my wet pussy until I come, and knot me hard.”

A low growl vibrates from his chest through my entire body. I knew the knotting would get him. Lead alphas always knot the pack omegas first. He’s primed to do it.

Bello pulls out to the tip before pausing to let my hands go. I whimper, clawing at the oversoft rug beneath me before he slams back in with brutal force. I moan loudly as he begins working in and out of me, his shaft dragging against my walls as I squeeze around him. Every time he bottoms out, his heavy sack slaps against my clit. I mewl and scratch at the soft rug, already so close.