Page 35 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 35

KATIE

H oly Jesus-Mary-Joseph and the fucking donkey.

I still feel the glowing tingle of my orgasm, as Callum settles me in his arms. For as hard as I’ve tried to avoid the guy, tried to push him and these bonds away, I had no idea I was missing out on a fucking orgasm factory.

“Feel good?” he says, running hands up my back. My dress bunches around my waist, one breast partially pulled free of the fabric.

When did he do that?

It’s a good thing it’s dark out here. He pulls his hips back, teasing me as he drags himself out. He’s still hard and ready for round two.

Callum’s cock is long, not as thick as Max or with the slight curve like Loren. I grip him tightly, teasing him at my entrance, coating his round head with my wetness.

“Oh Katie,” Callum moans. “You are going to kill me.” His fingers dig into my hips and I watch the tug of war between desire and restraint play across his features. “You perfect, marvelous, magical creature.”

“Not magic,” I say, fitting him against my needy pussy. For a heartbeat I only allow his tip in, and holy smokes it feels like little flutters of lightning are licking up and down my spine.

He thrusts quickly, and I push back, squeezing fistfuls of his hair. His thrusts lack rhythm, full of desire and force. I suddenly wish I had a wall to push against. He tries to settle, to find his rhythm, to slow. But I don’t want slow. I want him hot, and heavy, and now .

“I wanted this to be sweet when I finally came inside you,” he says, pressing kisses all along my neck and jaw.

“Fuck sweet,” I moan. “I need you Callum. Not pretense. Not fantasy. Just you.”

He growls into my mouth, then uses both hands to hold my hips down against his thrusts. His cock is deep inside me, his drag like lightning against my walls. My muscles clamp and flutter, the sweet, sweet tension building again. Our bodies slap together harder, and Callum buries his face into my neck.

“This damn dress,” he hisses, trying to free one of my breasts. I want to laugh, but pleasure is rippling up my spine in teasing waves. All I can do is groan. My thighs ache from tension, and I’m close.

“Come for me, Katie,” he murmurs. “I want to feel your perfect pussy tight around me. I want to hold you and watch the pleasure break you wide open. My sweet, sweet Omega. I want you so wet and loose that I can slide my knot deep inside you. Only for you.”

He leans away, and I grab his shoulders and hold on against his thrusts.

“Callum!” I shriek, my vision going white as a second torrent of pure pleasure breaks over me. My nipples rub painfully against my dress and I clamp hard around Callum’s cock, as a second wave of pleasure breaks before I can gasp from the first. Callum roars, thrusts once, twice, then slams the ring of flesh around the base of his cock past my pussy lips.

His knot swells immediately, locking us together, my chest pressed against his, his hands bracing me. His cum is hot, and I feel it coat my tight inner walls, my body convulsing around him as pleasure holds me in a vice grip.

“Katie, my Omega, my heart,” he moans, grasping me close.

The swell is tight, and I am so full of him. He’s everywhere, and I both want to collapse in a pile against his chest, and continue to ride him, pushing for another crashing wave of pleasure.

“Hold still, or we’ll be locked like this for a long time.”

I press my forehead to his, letting our breaths calm, our heartbeats slow back to a matched rhythm.

“You sweet, infuriating, perfect creature,” he murmurs. “You are practically glowing like a lamp. Beautiful.” He runs his fingers over my arms, and gently through my hair. I’m sure I look a mess.

But Callum means it. He’s seeing me, not the dress and the makeup --which I’m sure is completely smeared across my face. He sees me .

“Another minute or two, then I’ll set you down. There's a little bathroom in that cottage where we can, ah, tidy up.” He moves a little and cum leaks from our joined hips.

I snort a laugh, and can’t help but plant a fat kiss on the tip of his nose.

“So chivalrous,” I tease.

Why did I wait so long for this? For him?

He rocks us a little and I groan, my body aching for more. I roll my hips, my body clenching against the knot. Fuck, I want him to keep going, to keep fucking me even though we’re already tightly joined.

“Wicked Omega. If you’re not careful, I’ll start rutting and then this dress will be nothing but colorful scraps on the ground.”

“Sounds fun.” I rock a little, the friction of him so full and deep inside me, sending incredible flutters of pleasure through all of my nerve endings. Callum licks along my collarbone, then stills, pressing me close.

“Someone’s coming,” he says, and then I hear it. Voices murmuring somewhere behind one of the hedges of rose bushes.

No. The last thing I want is to be caught with Callum still inside me . I can’t guard or defend that way – I can't run to retreat. We’re vulnerable, trapped together. I squirm.

“Stop moving like that; you’re going to make me come again and we’ll be stuck longer.” He growls, but I catch the lust in his eyes. His scent is warmer, wrapping tight around me like a comforting invisible cloak.

I sigh and force myself to be calm. The pleasure haze is fading quickly. My knee throbs now, spikes of pain shooting up my hip. The rest of my limbs are loose and heavy, as if letting the spike of adrenaline go meant giving in to the boneless exhaustion of post-orgasm.

The murmuring grows louder, steps audible along the stone path to our right. Not close, but getting closer.

My eyes widen, a single thread of panic constricts around my throat.

Without a word, Callum lifts me up, his hands gripping my bare ass under the dress. On silent feet, he carries me into the small cottage, complete with a full sized tub and shower, and a low bench snuggly fit in a corner. He sits down, adjusting my weight so less pressure is on my injured knee. We are still locked together, his knot still swollen inside me.

“Relax, sweet Omega. We’ll clean up and everything will be fine.”

He smiles at me, not sultry or knife-sharp. But a truly indulgent, blissful smile.

For a moment, I do relax, and let myself believe that yes, it will all be fine.