Page 76 of In Doubt

“Deal?” I say, slipping my hands down my body, ready to plunge my fingers inside me. The pain is gone, the orgasms soothing that away. But the need to be filled remains.

“Yeah, a deal. Time to talk.”

I dip a finger inside myself. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and swollen too. Everything is sensitive, every touch divine.

The alpha watches my action, licking his lips.

“Fuck that looks good,” he says, forgetting all about talking. “But I need to see your tits, Omega. Want to see you squeeze your tit while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

I bite my lip, his words lighting little fires of desires in my core.

“Omega,” he repeats.

With my free hand, I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall open. His gaze is now locked on my chest, the pupils of his eyes dark discs floating in the whites of his eyes, the coloured irises entirely swallowed up.

He jerks his chin at me as he shrugs his shirt over his head. I’m rewarded with the view of his magnificent chest, all tightly packed muscle, hard grooves and smooth planes. I sigh, thrusting my finger in and out of my channel.

“I want to see your tits,” he tells me. Unbuckling his belt, the clank of the metal making my mouth water.

I tug down my bra, releasing my breasts, my nipples already stiff peaks waiting for his attention.

“Don’t stop, Baby Girl.” He drops his trousers down his long legs and then he’s standing there in only his boxers, the outline of his hard cock clear as day.

He’s big. I’d always suspected he’d be big, but not that big.

“Omega,” he warns, dragging my gaze away from his crotch and back to his face. “Your tits, play with your tits.”

“You’re very bossy,” I mumble as I squeeze my breast between my fingers, wet sloppy noises emanating from between my legs as I drive my fingers in and out.

“Yes,” he says. “I am and I like it when you do what you’re told.”

I shiver, not quite able to admit thatIlike doing as I’m told when he asks. It seems somehow naughty, knowing that usually I’d resist, I’d argue, but for now he has me under his control.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and I moan as he slips them down his thick thighs, his cock springing free.

It’s beautiful.

I’ve never found a cock beautiful before – and I know I’m in heat, my brain muddled by hormones – but his is. Curved, deliciously girthy, and a darker colour than the rest of his tanned skin.

He wraps his hand around the base, exactly where his knot will expand, and takes a step towards me.

“I thought we were going to talk,” I tease.

“Later,” he says, swallowing hard. “Later, Omega. I’m sorry but I can’t …” He swallows again. His jaw is taut with tension, his brow furrowed. “I have to have you. I’ve waited so damn long. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I look at him in shock. Has he really? Or is it his rut driving foolish words from his mouth?

I don’t get the chance to ask him. He’s stalking over me, tugging my fingers from between my legs and holding them up to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around my forefinger and licking. I shiver hard, nearly orgasming right then and there.

When he’s had his fill, he lowers his head and kisses my nipple next, teasing the stiff peak between his lips sweetly, reverently.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I want this too, Alpha. I want it so badly.”

It’s been so long, so long since I’ve been able to let go, to trust anyone enough to give myself over. And I realise now how much I’ve missed this. The feel of his lips against my breast, the weight of his body on mine, the nudge of his cock between my legs.

“I want it so bad,” I repeat. My eyes fall shut as his arms slip underneath me, cradling my body as he slides inside.

I gasp at the stretch, at the sheer size of the man, and he whispers in my ear.