“No,” he said stiffly. “I just…are you sure? I mean, of course I want to, but I’m an alpha. You’re…”
“What?” I challenged. “A helpless omega who can’t make decisions in the throes of heat?”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
He’d said the three magic words I needed to hear, so I threw out the rest. I want to. Not exactly a sonnet, but it might as well have been, given how fast my heart was pounding. I stepped forward, giving myself over to instinct since that side of me wasn’t so worried about things like shame.
When I was standing right in front of him, close enough to slip my arms around his neck, it hit me that he was way taller than he looked from a distance. Taller, broader, bigger in every way, really. Of course my mind drifted into the gutter. He seemed surprised when I touched him, but when I kissed him, he wasted no time returning it.
My hands traveled down his firm chest, his skin hot even through his shirt. He tasted good. As good as he smelled, which was saying something. It wasn’t just my current state, either. I knew that was part of it, whatever it was about him and the surprisingly intimate act of tattooing, that threw me into heat.
His hesitation faded soon enough, and he took over, like his alpha instincts had just kicked into gear. My own instincts were more than eager to submit to the exploration of his hands and tongue as he guided me back to the chair.
“How far back does this thing go?” I asked as he climbed on top of me. The chair creaked under his weight, which made me wonder what he did when he got tattooed. He was like a god, larger than life, and if I’d been having trouble thinking straight before, it all went out the window then.
He reached around me and pulled a lever that made the back of the chair snap back until it was almost flat. “Pretty far.”
I kissed him again, giving myself over to the hunger that had only turned into ravenousness now that we were actually touching. His hands traveled over my chest and down to my waist, and the sensation was at once relieving and maddening.
I was breathless by the time he started unfastening my pants. He tugged them down over my hips along with my briefs easily enough. He got up just long enough to give me room to pull them off the rest of the way, but he only bothered to unbutton his and push his boxers down enough to free his dick.
Oh, yeah. Huge in every way…
My mouth was watering already, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, from the slight swell at the base to the crown, already glistening with arousal. The last trace of dignity fled me to make way for need, and I moved back to make room for him, my legs spread eagerly. His breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes darkened as they traveled over my naked body, fixating on my stiffening cock and my presented hole, already slick for him.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, lowering himself onto me again. To my relief, he immediately lined himself up with my hole, and I felt his crown press against my entrance.
My body went limp beneath him, like the prospect of getting what I wanted was too overwhelming and my brain just short circuited. It worked out well enough, since I had no choice but to relax as he entered me. I gave a strangled moan of pain and pleasure as he eased into me.
He looked huge, but he felt impossibly thick, and my hole clenched around him in resistance, even though I wanted it. For a split second, panic took over as the pain became even sharper, and I realized it was because his knot was straining at my entrance. It wasn’t even swollen yet.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle as he looked down at me, even though the hunger in his gaze was far from it.
I shook my head. It was a lie, but I didn’t want him to stop, and there was no way he could fuck me without hurting me. Not even in heat. Not even when I was already wet for him, my legs parted like he wasn’t already so deep I could feel him in my core.
He began to thrust, and the first few movements were so painful I couldn’t help the cry of alarm that tore from my throat, even if I tried to smother it in his neck. He froze, his muscular body tense and throbbing with energy and strength that made me dizzy just to be in the same proximity.
“Just relax,” he coaxed, pressing his lips to mine once more. It was the first time he’d initiated a kiss, and my body responded with the shameless infatuation I had come to expect from it.
“You’re fucking huge,” I muttered.
He smiled against my lips, his eyes glimmering with amusement as he pulled away to grind into me. “And you’re tight. Kind of a bad combination, I guess.”
“Bad. Yeah,” I panted, turning my head because I couldn’t keep the ecstasy off my face. I was already never going to be able to look him in the eye the same way, so there didn’t seem to be a point in holding back, but the instinct was hard to suppress.
Not nearly as hard as others, though.
He grew serious, gently pinning my wrists above my head as he started thrusting harder. My body moved to the same rhythm automatically, and the pleasure was beginning to outweigh the pain.
“James,” I gasped as he shifted his angle and drove his crown right into my prostate. He pushed in all at once, and his partially swollen knot disappeared inside my tightly clenched ring of muscle.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my spine arching involuntarily.
A low growl rumbled through his chest, sending echoes through my soul, as his knot grew to its full potential inside me. My ass closed around it, locking us together. It was agonizing, but even the pain scratched some deep itch inside me that had never been reached before.
I’d been through plenty of heats, and I’d been with a few alphas, but I’d never been through heat with an alpha. Something told me if he knew that, he would feel differently, but I just wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was. The shame would set in soon enough, but right now, with him knotting me, our tongues tangled just as inextricably, it felt right. Better than right. It felt…
Perfect.
The friction of our bodies rubbing together as he continued to grind into me, even though there was no possibility of being any closer, was pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. I dug my hands into his hair, and somehow, without my realizing it, mine had come out of its elastic. The feeling of his fingers wrapped up in my hair, pulling my head back enough for his tongue to graze along the sensitive flesh of my neck, was almost as good as the sex itself.
Or at least, that’s what I thought, until an orgasm like none I’d ever experienced rocked through me and I experienced a full-body shudder that made my teeth click together. I was relieved there was no one else in the building, because the scream of pleasure that came from me unbidden was loud enough anyone within a hundred yards would have heard it.
James growled again, his teeth grazing my neck, which brought another wave of arousal crashing down on me before I had even recovered from the first orgasm. I knew it was possible for an omega to come multiple times during mating, but while it had never actually happened to me, I could feel myself on the collision course with overwhelming bliss once more.
I turned my head and dug my fingers into his hair. What came over me, I didn’t know, but I whispered, “Bite me…”
He froze, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly, and I couldn’t believe it either, even though the words had come from my mouth. I’d heard them, and he obviously had, so there was no other possibility. Before I could come to my senses, assuming I had any left, I felt his teeth on my skin once more, applying more pressure as he bit down and drove his knot into my heated core. A strangled cry escaped me as his eye teeth pierced my flesh, and the pain pushed me over the brink a second time.