Page 7 of Omega and the Beast

Callista

Callista awoke to the sensation of a male’s hot body pressed against her, his front to her back, and his hard cock already inside her.

She groaned, feeling his thickness slowly working back and forth, rocking her against the mattress.

It was day; she knew even without opening her eyes, solely by the feel of his smooth, muscular body.

Shuddering, she moaned, and felt one of his hands come up to cup her breast, squeezing it gently, toying with it. The difference between when he was male or beast had gotten a little blurry, but he was only gentle during the day. At night, he didn’t seem to be able to keep himself under control.

After three nights of heat in his arms, she had quite a few long, shallow scratches across her skin. She didn’t mind. Not really. Every single one of them had been made in the throes of her heat and had felt good when they’d happened.

Today was different .

For the first time, even with his cock inside her, his hand on her breast, the most urgent, driving need had disappeared. She was aroused, but it didn’t feel quite the same.

Her heat was over.

She wanted to sag with relief… but she couldn’t because he was pressing hot kisses along the back of her neck, his cock starting to thrust a little harder.

Part of her felt she should push him away. They didn’t actually know each other. She didn’t have the excuse of her heat to blame for her wanton behavior, but she didn’t want to push him away.

Deep down, what she really wanted was this.

His touch. His cock.

All for herself and not because their instincts, their natures, were driving them to it. She wanted to know what it was like without that.

Pushing her hips back against him, she moaned as he squeezed her breast tighter, pinching her nipple and moving his hips a little faster.

Then his hand slid away, down her side to her leg, and he lifted it, the move faster than she could track.

One moment, he was lifting her leg, the next he had swiveled, so she was on her back, and he was on top of her.

His cock had remained inside her the entire time.

Golden eyes met hers, a smile curving his lips.

“Good morning,” he said, flexing so his cock moved within her.

She clenched around him, her muscles sore but willing.

“Good morning,” she whispered back, blushing. Somehow, now that he was looking down at her, now that he was no longer behind her, a feeling of shyness was creeping in. What must he think of her?

Even as she had the thought, her mind rejected the idea he thought badly of her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was a whore or a slut. He wasn’t looking at her like she was a sinful devil who had tempted him to dark deeds.

Then again, he was an Alpha. The Alpha Beast. Just… not as she expected him. Not as Father Conal had warned the village about. Once again, the priest had lied. Though… she didn’t know what had happened to the others. They hadn’t had a chance to talk.

And they weren’t going to talk now.

She moaned as he began to move, thrusting inside her, her ankle braced against his shoulder, his fingers holding it in place. His other hand slid beneath her bottom, lifting her, and her leg curled around his back to help support her.

“Oh!” She arched her back, lifting her hands over her head to grab the spindles decorating the headboard, bracing herself as he pounded into her. The bed shook under the force of his thrusts, and her body rejoiced in his deep thrusts, the way each stroke stoked the fires of her passion.

Her slick lubricated his cock, allowing him to move harder and faster within her as any friction vanished. His growling purr reverberated through her body, and her nipples plumped.

She cried out as he leaned forward, bending her in half, to suck a pert nipple between his lips, his hips still thrusting, still fucking her.

Her swollen clit rubbed against his groin even more firmly in this position as his head moved back and forth between her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

“Oh… oh, please!” She tossed her head back and forth, shuddering as her pleasure mounted with every pulsing thrust of his cock. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to hold him in place.

The bulge in his cock swelled, pushing into her, giving her the ecstasy she was so desperate for.

Her body ached as she stretched to accommodate him while pleasure exploded within her.

The spindles she was holding onto creaked ominously as she strained, her pussy clamping down on him.

It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in heat anymore.

Her body reacted the same way, her sensual rapture peaking just as high…

the only difference was she was in control of her mind.

She’d chosen it this time.

Wanted it.

Crying out as he thrust into her fully, filling her completely, she felt the bulge on his cock lodge in place in her body. Liquid heat pulsed, the bliss of her climax unfolding like a flower opening its petals, spreading through her from her core out to her limbs.

He growled, deep in his throat. Head bowed, he shuddered before he let her leg slide down to the side, releasing her lower body and planting his hands on either side of her.

She sighed as he laid down atop her, the sensation of his body on hers feeling familiar and reassuring at this point.

His cock still pulsed as her pussy squeezed him.

As they breathed together, she became all too aware of the wreckage they’d made of her nest. The impulse to put it back together was present, but small.

She didn’t need it. His body atop hers, around hers, was like a nest of its own, keeping her secure and safe, an odd feeling to have about a total stranger.

He rocked his hips, moving inside her slightly. She moaned as her body clenched and squeezed another stream of fluid from him, causing him to groan with pleasure as well.

“What is that?” she murmured, panting for breath. With his weight atop her, the fullness of his cock within her, she felt as if she barely had room for air.

“What?” he asked, lifting his head enough to look at her.

“The… inside me.” She blushed, averting her gaze, which was ridiculous, considering everything they’d just done. Yet now that her body’s needs had subsided to less urgent levels, she couldn’t help feeling shy.

“My cock?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head, her blush deepening.

“I’ve seen the animals breeding, cows and horses, but why can’t I… move?”

A slow smile grew on his lips. “That’s my knot.”

“Your… knot?”

His eyebrow lowered as his brow furrowed. “Has no one told you of the way it is with an Alpha and an Omega?”

Shaking her head, Callista bit her lip. She didn’t like feeling ignorant, but he wasn’t being mean about it. He seemed only confused and a little concerned. “My father and I hid my nature,” she confessed. “Father Conal?—”

A rough growl cut off her words, and if she wasn’t connected to him, she might have tried to scramble away.

That kind of growl wasn’t at all like the others she’d heard him utter.

Seeing her reaction, he immediately changed the noise, softening to a purr that calmed her and soothed her ragged senses.

“Do you know him?” she asked softly. She still felt safe and wasn’t frightened of him, despite his growl, but she didn’t want to upset him.

“In a manner.” His voice was harsh, but she knew it wasn’t directed at her. “You and your father hid your nature?”

Apparently, he didn’t want to talk about Father Conal.

His fingers slid through her hair as she spoke, telling him about her father’s realization that she was an Omega, the suppressants he’d acquired for her, the heats she’d gone through when he hadn’t been able to get them, and finally Father Conal’s description of the Beast in the Woods and her determination to find her father, regardless.

The only thing she didn’t tell him about was Father Conal’s marriage proposal, such as it was. She didn’t want to think about it, much less talk about it. It hardly mattered, anyway. Hopefully, everyone back in the village would think she was dead along with her father.

By the time she was done, his knot had subsided inside her, and he was able to roll off her — not that he went very far. Wrapping her in his arms, he kept her pressed against him, as though loathe to let her go. His possessiveness reminded her that she still didn’t know his name.

“I… I am Callista. Where are we?” she asked. “And who are you?”

“I am Adonis, Alpha of this territory, and we’re at my castle,” he replied easily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Alpha of this territory? His castle? Callista blinked. Nothing of what he said made sense.