Page 17 of Brave New Omega, Part 2
Chapter 17
LOREN
I dream that I am fucking my Omega.
It’s wild to be dreaming of more sex after Callum fucked me into perfect oblivion. His cock and his knot rutting into me last night, pushing away my anger and worry and all the hurt of my family pack. He had commanded me as my Alpha, forcing me to let go of all my thoughts and worries and just be present with him.
And now I’m dream-fucking my Omega . My cock jumps, straining for more.
Gods she is so tight and hot, and wet. So wet, it’s like she’s dripping all over my cock and belly. Pleasure snakes up my abdomen, and my balls tighten. I want to knot her and rut into her sweet cunt. What a perfect dream.
“Loren,” Katie murmurs, and I jerk fully awake.
My Omega sucks my cock between her lips, lathing my hard length with her tongue.
Holy Mother of Wolves. I could come right now.
Katie draws me in deep, and I feel as I bottom out at the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I cry, my knot already swelling and rubbing against her lips.
“Katie, Love, you don’t have to–oh!” She drags her lips back up, wrapping one of her fists around my shaft and pumping.
Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. I see hunger reflected there, and the glassy edge of lust. But something else glimmers in her mahogany depths.
Is it…no, I can’t let myself hope for that. Not yet.
She licks my head, swirling her tongue around my rim and over my slit, lapping up the precum.
I can’t help it. My hips buck up, wanting more of her wet heat.
She pushes my hips down, but chases my cock until I slide deep into her throat.
She fists my shaft again, pumping as her head bobs up and down.
“Oh gods, Katie. You perfect Omega. Oh, Love. Don’t stop, please!” I babble. Pleasure builds and I try to force my orgasm back, not wanting to miss a single moment of the sheer perfection of my Omega’s mouth on my cock.
But, fuck .
This woman. This impossible, amazing, strong yet tender woman.
My Omega.
“I’m close,” I whisper, looking down my body to her bobbing head. I gently stroke her hair. She glances up at me and her cheeks wrinkle in a smirk as she takes me deep into her throat again. She’s in control and she knows it.
I gurgle and groan as her fist wraps around my swollen knot, squeezing as my hips buck up, pumping my cock into her throat.
“Katie!” I shout, calling her name over and over as my cum shoots down her throat. When I collapse onto the bed, gasping shaky breaths, she slowly glides her lips back up my shaft, making sure not to waste a single drop.
She pulls back, stretching out to cover me like a self satisfied cat.
“Good morning,” she says, licking her lips.
I cradle her in my arms.
“Good morning. That was… a spectacular way to wake up.” I nuzzle her nose, then kiss my taste off her lips.
“Thank you, Katie.”
She smiles at me, letting her naked body drape over mine.
“No thanks needed. It was my pleasure. Professor .” She grins as she lightly rubs her pussy over my hips. She’s soaked, and I scent her desire as it pools around us.
I smile, kissing her in slow, deep strokes of my tongue.
There will be time to fuck her senseless. There will be time to knot her and make her beg for me. There will be time to explore all her desires and fantasies.
But this morning, I believe I shall begin with a feast of my Omega’s pussy.
I roll us over gently, until I cage her with my arms, kissing her softly on the neck.
“Loren,” she moans, and wiggles beneath me.
“Are you needy this morning, Omega?”
“Yes,” she says, gasping as I nip her throat. She immediately rolls her head, exposing the long length of her neck.
I could bite her there. I feel the saliva pool in my mouth with a slightly more acidic flavor from the hormones meant to bond us together. I curl my lips, running the edge of my teeth along her exposed skin. It wouldn’t take, not for a few more days, since the serum blockers are still coursing through her system.
I want to bond her. I want to knit the invisible line between us. I want to feel her nestled against my heart.
“Loren,” she moans, rubbing herself against me, the slick of her wet pussy coating my hip and thigh.
It’s still too soon to bond my Omega. But once we get through this heat. Once she cracks Callum’s armor–like she has mine and Max’s– then. Then I will make this Omega mine forever.
“Poor little Omega,” I murmur. “So wet for me already.”
I slither down her body, dragging wet kisses over her skin. I nip playfully at her belly and she squeaks.
“Watch it!” She grabs my hair. “That’s not the right spot.”
“No?” I say, then bite again, this time right above her hipbone.
“Closer,” she says, wiggling again beneath me. Her pussy glistens with slick, her body swollen with her wanting.
I’m nearly hard again. But I deny myself, and instead bite the tender flesh under her breast.
She gasps, then shakes her head. “Do you need an anatomy lesson, professor?”
“I just might.”
She grabs my hand and trails it down her body. “While I love a little bit of playtime, I am needy this morning,” she says, then hesitates for a moment with a look of pure vulnerability. Her movement still, as though unsure if she can push me to continue.
No, she won’t retreat from me.
“Oh? Did Max leave you wanting?” I tease. I can smell him on her skin, and know that he stayed with her last night. There’s no jealousy; just thankfulness that he was there to take care of our Omega when I needed my Alpha to take care of me.
“Not exactly,” she says, and the hesitation melts away. “I just need you , Loren.”
She forces my hand to her pussy, grinding herself over my fingertips until I'm soaked in her slick.
“Are you going to come like this?” I purr into her ear. “Riding my fingers and not even letting me have a taste?”
“Maybe,” Katie pants.
I push her back, but she chases my fingers with her hips, whimpering at the loss of friction.
“Loren!” She growls. She wants to come, needs to come.
“Let me taste this pretty pussy, Love,” I soothe, before licking my fingers. Gods above, she tastes so good. I can’t help it. All my good intentions of feasting on her slowly fly out the window and I meet her rocking hips with my own, sliding in my already hard cock.
We gasp together, the joining so raw, so full of want and need and … trust .
Just us in this bed, our hips rolling toward one another, our lips devouring one another, our bodies doing all that they can to join us into one skin.
She’s moaning into my mouth, her pussy fluttering tight over my cock. My knot is already swelling again and I feel the need to rut build at the base of my spine.
“Katie,” I moan her name, pumping harder. She doesn’t shy away from my thrusts, but grabs my face, pulling me for another brutal kiss.
She flutters then clenches tight over my cock as her orgasm rockets through her. I growl into her mouth, pressing my knot deep into her already tight cunt. She pants and whines.
But the rut is building.
“I need to…” I pant now, trying to swallow back the need to fuck her until I’m blind with lust. I’ve never rutted anyone, and the blind haze of pleasure and need tried to overtake me.
Some Alphas can rut for hours —there are legends of Alphas going on multi-day rutting benders, not unlike an Omega heat.
I can't do that to Katie. I push down the need, the desire to let myself topple over that unknown cliff. One day. One day we’ll have the trust between us for that.
“Oh Love, you are so tight for me,” I growl, letting myself have a few more deep thrusts as I coat her with my cum again.
She wraps her legs around me, drawing me down to her in a tight embrace. I rock us, letting the motion soothe my need to keep thrusting without the force, and she kisses me, sucking my bottom lip.
My heart wants to beat a hole through my ribs, as though it could reach through our bodies to get to her.
I cradle my Omega, letting our exhausted panting calm as my knot slowly deflates.
“If we don’t get up now, I am going to keep you in this bed all day,” I growl at her. She smirks up at me.
“You wish.”
I do, actually. But there will be time for that later too.
“Come on, Love. I want to show you more of Halvassa– and maybe even take you to my favorite place.”