Page 28 of Packing for Vacation

I settle at his quiet order, just a hint of his alpha bark enough to make me shudder, warmth coursing through me. I’m an omega through and through, and sometimes I just want to be dominated. Still, I can’t help but ask, “Did you change your mind?” when he pulls my dress down my hips, the fabric sliding over my ankles to join the rest of our clothing.

“Yeah, I did,” he says quietly, hands skimming back up my thighs and over my stomach. “I didn’t think this chance would ever come,” he admits. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He clears his throat, the rapid one, two blink of his eyes making my heart twist in my chest. “I’m just feeling grateful.”

I reach for him, pulling him down, kissing him, all lips and tongue and the scrape of teeth, because the words I’m too scared to say are trapped in my throat. It’s too soon for this, surely, but then again perhaps this is always how it is with scent matches. His words from earlier echo between us. When you know, you know. I think I can almost believe it.

I don’t know what this means for the future.

“Fuck me,” I beg him.

He lets out a small laugh against my cheek. “I keep getting bloody distracted. Stick to the plan!” he berates himself, sliding down my body, the humorous Scott back as he parts my legs again with exaggerated movement. “I’m going to eat this pussy like I promised, and then I’m going to fuck you. In. That. Order.”

“Okay,” I laugh.

In the past it’s sometimes been hard for me to get out of my own head during sex, particularly during cunnilingus. I don’t know how Scott knows this, but he kisses my inner thigh and then asks, “Do you want me to use my bark?”

I nod quickly, breath quickening in anticipation.

“Now, eyes on me,” he says with the full force of his alpha bark. “Watch me make you come.”

The order lights a fire within me. My skin is electric, nipples tingling. My pussy aches, desperate to be filled. My clit needs to be touched, and when he finally licks me, his hands firmly holding my legs open, I cry out.

The weight of his bark is like an invisible bind around me and I can’t look away, not as he circles my clit with his tongue, nor when he presses two fingers into me. When he sets his mouth over my clit, sucking, I come hard, muscles seizing, the air trapped in my throat as I pulse around him.

“Oh my god.”

“Good girl.”

I rest back against the mattress, feeling boneless, moaning at the sensation of Scott’s tongue circling my cunt, licking inside. “I cannot emphasise enough how fucking good you taste,” he whispers passionately before biting gently at my inner thigh with a low growl.

“You need to knot me, alpha,” I say languidly. “For both our sakes.”

Scott’s laugh is quiet, his breath feathering over my stomach. He kisses me there, on my hip, and uses his hands to roll me over. “Up on your knees, then.”

I push my ass high in the air, keeping my face and forearms pressed to the mattress. It smells new in that probably-shouldn’t-be-breathing-in-these-chemicals sort of way, but in this moment I couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.”

“Is that what you say to betas?” I tease, laughing when he slaps my ass playfully. “This is slick!”

“Slick is wet! How else am I supposed to describe it?” He kneels behind me, the mattress dipping under the combined weight of our knees, and I let out a little whimper as he notches the head of his cock at my entrance, leaving it there for a beat too long, his hands smoothing over my backside.

“Please,” I beg, a shameless omega. I could rock back against him and fuck myself onto his dick, but I want him to be the one in control here.

“I’m just savouring the view. I know you’re a fan of me teasing.”

My laugh turns into a wheeze as he pushes in slowly, his pace even and controlled, and the stretch of him wonderful, until his swollen knot kisses my cunt. I swallow hard. “Fuck.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Too good,” I whine. There’s a reason why present for your alpha is one of the most erotic barks an alpha can give, the angles of this position making everything feel more. “I’m close already.”

“Do it.” He pulls back and thrusts back in, just once, still controlled, though faster than before. “Come as many times as you want.” Another thrust, then another, his pace quickening, until his balls are slapping my clit with every forward movement and I’m shaking apart with a fresh gush of slick that runs down my thighs. I moan into the mattress while he fucks me through my orgasm, his hands gripping me like a vise. For a man that claimed to fear premature ejaculation only a little while ago he’s doing exceedingly well, and when he bends over me, reaching around to play with my clit, I come again with a shriek.

“Knot me!” I beg.

“One more. Give me one more, and then you’ll get your knot.”

I shake my head, done with being compliant. “You give me one,” I retort, moving my hips, meeting his rhythm, our flesh slapping together, the edge of his knot working me open bit by bit. It’s hot up here and I’m dripping with sweat, dripping with slick, my mind only on the way the hardness of his cock meets my softness.