Page 74 of In Doubt

Another contraction tears through my gut and I cry out, flopping back down on the bed.

“Alpha,” I plead.

The mattress bows and then his cool hands rub at my back. “Giorgie, are you awake, properly awake?”

“Yes, but it hurts. I need you, Alpha.” I scurry towards him, hands scrabbling at his belt.

Two strong hands take hold of my wrists.

“Giorgie, I need to talk to you. Do you know where you are?”

I struggle against his grip, lifting my hips, fighting to grind myself against him. Anything for relief. Anything to end this need pounding between my legs, to cure this pain deep in my womb.

“I can’t talk now,” I sob, “It hurts too much. Make it stop, Alpha, please make it stop.”

Those light eyes of his turn to fire and he lifts my wrists and pins them above my head, coming to kneel over me.

“How can I resist?” he asks, “How can I resist you, Baby Girl, when I know how delicious you taste, and how perfect you look when you come. You want to come now?”

“I don’twantto come,” I say, my lip jutting out in a pout. “Ineedto come.”

Why is he talking so much? Why isn’t he inside me already? Rutting me, breeding me, knotting me!

“Hmmm,” he says, lowering his head to nibble at my neck. It has every part of me sparking, but it’s not what I need right now.

I growl at him, and he lifts his head and peers down at me.

“Are you growling at me, little Omega?”

“I need to come,” I tell him, trying not to be cowed by his fierce alpha glare.

“Ahhh there’s my girl.” He chuckles to himself.

“It hurts!” I insist.

“I’m going to make you come, Baby Girl, and then for once in your life you aren’t going to argue with me. You’re going to do what you’re told and we’re going to have the talk we need to have.”

“Fine,” I say, scowling at him.

He chuckles again and then he’s wriggling down my cargo trousers, taking my underwear with them, and spreading me wide.

Usually, this would be too intimate for me, to be laid bare like this, but I’m so desperate to come, I’d do anything he asks if he just–

And then he does, his hands now gripping my thighs apart and his warm mouth meeting my pussy.

“Ohhhh,” I squeal, my hips lifting off the mattress to greet him.

“Fuck,” he groans into me, kissing my folds, sucking me into his mouth and swallowing my slick as it pours from me.

It’s intense, crazy intense. The few men I’ve let do this to me, have been polite about it, methodical. It always seemed like they were doing it out of a sense of obligation.

Not Jake. He’s loving every second of this. Kissing my cunt like he’s the luckiest man alive, like he’s honoured to have his face between my thighs. It’s passionate and obsessive.

I grip the sheets, struggling to hang on, sensing the coming release. Knowing it’s going to blow me away, wondering if I can handle it when it does.

His tongue slides along my folds, one minute flicking at my clit, the next plunging into my hole.

I cry out, head thrashing from side to side, tears spilling down my cheeks.