Page 35 of Shared Omega

I’ve never done anything remotely like this with a man, but I know how things are supposed to happen, and it’s certainly not like this.

This isn’t human—it’s raw, animal lust.

At last, Dog’s heavy balls are drained of their copious payload, and he drizzles the last of his Alpha seed directly onto my splayed crotch where the droplets catch like pearl beads in the soft curls of my pubic hair.

It’s hard to see in the shadows, but I sense a change come over Dog’s entire body. The tension leaves his muscles. The animal ferocity softens.

“Sloane,” he slurs. “Are you…did I…did I hurt you?”

I shake my head against the mossy floor and touch his angled jaw, which is covered with the dense, sexy fur of his beard.

“No,” I breathe. “You made me feel good.”

I’m lying, of course. He did hurt me a little. But right now I’m too tired to explain that the explosive pleasure far outweighed the pain, or that the pain only served to heighten everything that much more, like a dash of spice heightening the flavor of a delicacy.

All my life, I’ve fought to be in total control, but this experience—being so thoroughly and savagely used and dominated by such a beast of a man—it’s more than my addled brain can even process right now.

Another change comes over Dog.

He looms over me. His massive, shadowed body hangs above me like a dark storm cloud that could explode with thunder at any moment. I feel his intense eyes tracing over my skin, examining the mess he made of my body in the moonlight.

When he speaks, his voice is that irresistible, throaty purr again.

“Must…”

He touches me. His broad palm smears his congealing semen over my breasts, frosting my skin with his love. He collects it, swiping it down my twitching belly toward my center.

“Dog,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

But I don’t resist him.

“My seed.” His voice is strange and dreamy. “I need to…I need to see it inside of you.”

“Wait,” I gasp.

But I find my legs spreading themselves even wider. Even though I know that this is so wrong and so dangerous, my body needs it. I need his potent Alpha seed inside me. I need it the way I need food or water.

Dog wipes his cum down between my legs, lathering it over my lips and pushing it into my hole with his thick finger tips. The faint echo of an orgasm tingles through my lower body as his cum touches my soft inner tissue. He repeats the process again and again, and I help him, pushing his semen down my body and into my channel until it can’t hold anymore and it oozes down my taint like a creamy filling.

I cup my hand over my entrance to hold it in. Dog places his much bigger, much rougher hand over mine.

“Good,” he growls.

“Dog, I—“

Before I can speak, he collapses onto me, and silences me with his mouth. He kisses me deeply and sensuously, even while the taste of his cock and his semen are still on my tongue. If he minds that, he doesn’t show it. We stay like that for a long time, kissing slow and hot, hand on hand holding his seed inside my hole.

Despite the dangers of this place in which we have been stranded, for this moment I feel totally safe and protected beneath my dominant Alpha.

It’s not a feeling that I knew I needed until now.

Finally, Dog breaks our kiss and runs his nose along my neck and shoulder, snuffling me. His breath tickles me, making me squirm and giggle like a girl.

“Hey,” I laugh. “What are you doing?”

“We did it,” he says, “Your heat-scent is diminished.” After a moment, he adds. “For now. If it returns in the night, we’ll need to…take care of it again.”

I silently hope that it does come back. I want to do it again and again. And other things too.