Page 21 of Happy Halloween, Omega

“You love it, don’t you? My twisted, little Kitten.”

I nip at him, feeling playful, giving him a wide grin.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I can feel the heat within me growing again, and I squirm in his lap. He doesn’t stop me, just watches with those dark, mysterious eyes.

“Alpha,” I whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. I’m not as panicked now and I listen to what my instincts are telling me. “I need to nest.”

He nods. “I have something for you.”

He shifts me off his lap and onto the bed. I curl up around his pillow as he goes over to a chest of drawers. He pulls out a bundle of blankets, pillows, and soft materials and brings it back over to me. His scent is interwoven in every fiber.

“I’ve slept with these on rotation to make sure they’d smell like me,” he explains, a vulnerable expression flashing across his face briefly.

I reach out, pull the items into my arms, and bury my face in them. As I arrange them on the bed, the heat in my body settles into a consistent simmer. Nesting is instinctual and comes naturally. I don’t know how long I spend creating the nest, but I place and replace the same cushion at least five times until I’m happy.

Alpha watches me, a fond smile on his lips as he does so. “I’ve imagined this moment a million times, but it doesn’t do it justice. My Omega making her nest in my den, ready for me to knot her.”

I shudder at his words, my core clenching, and I whimper. He chuckles and reaches down to unzip his jeans. I watch with rapt attention as his cock springs free. It’s massive. I’ve seen Alpha porn and know they only come in ‘wreck your pussy’ size. I’m still overwhelmed by it.

I lick my lips, my nest suddenly forgotten.

“Alpha, I need you.”

He grunts and fists his cock. He gives it a few slow pumps, smearing his pre-come across his length. “Do you want to taste your Alpha?”

I nod eagerly and crawl across the bed to him. I kneel in front of him, my thighs wide, and I lean forward to lap at his cock. He tastes amazing. Salty but with a hint of something undeniably Alpha. He groans, his fingers sinking into my hair.

“Fuck, Kitten. Finally. I’ve thought about you tonguing me for years,” he rasps.

I take him in my mouth and suck, running my tongue up and down his shaft.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and I look up at him. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are blown wide.

“That’s enough, Kitten.” He pulls me off and then drags me up onto the bed with him. “There will be plenty of time for you to milk my come later, but right now we have business to attend to.”

With the taste of his cock on my tongue, the desperation is back. I’m wriggling and rubbing my thighs together, the heat growing and growing. My costume, that had previously felt soft, now feels scratchy. My skin feels stretched too tight. I burrow my face into his blankets to breathe his scent in and it briefly soothes me, like a balm to a wound, but it’s fleeting. I need more.

His hands work with sure, steady movements, and he quickly helps me out of my clothes. My hands shake as I try to help him. I need him so badly. I can feel my slick pooling on the bed below me.

I lie back in the middle of the bed, watching him as he reaches back and drags off the black shirt of his costume. The muscles in his chest and stomach ripple, and I whimper, my hips bucking up as I press the heel of my hand against my clit, seeking some kind of relief.

He chuckles at me as he crawls over me, pushing my legs apart so he can fit his much larger frame between them. I reach up and run my hands over the tanned skin of his shoulders.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, kissing and licking a path across my collarbone.

I nod, “Yours.”

“I’m going into rut, Kitten,” he croaks as he kisses the spot just behind my ear before tracing a line down my neck with his tongue. “It’s going to be intense.”

“How intense?” I ask, my breath hitching as his hand slides down my stomach and cups my sex. He runs a finger through my slit, gathering some of my slick. He brings his finger to his lips and licks it clean, making a rumbling growl.

He smirks as he looks down at me. “You and I are going to fuck for days. I hope you remembered to take your birth control, cause I’m not going to stop until you’re leaking my come from every hole and then I’m going to fuck you some more. I have years of pent-up frustration.”

I moan at his words, my mind going to all the possibilities. I haven’t had sex in years. The idea of being fucked for days sounds amazing. And his come, God, I can’t wait to taste him.

“I want that. Please. I want it. Need it.”