Primal (Alpha Brotherhood 2)

Even as he continued to speak, I knew he was right. My pussy tightened greedily around his fingers and when the tip of his finger just pressed against my tight rim, a powerfully intense orgasm hurtled through me.

Then he started pressing against it harder. I fought him. I tried to clench my bottom cheeks, but his other hand still held me open. His finger was slick with my own wetness, easing his entry into my bottom hole whether I liked it or not. I tensed hard, but he pushed harder. A burning agony pulsed around my reluctant muscle and he breached me for the very first time. I couldn’t stop his advance now. Even as I clenched around him in an effort to stop it, it did nothing to end the inevitable.

His fingertip pushed inside of me and I cried out at the piercing sting that burst up and down my spine. I tightened harder and the pain intensified. When I allowed my body to relax, the terrible ache began to fade.

If I fought him, it would hurt far worse than if I just let him do what he wanted.

So, I did, even though it made me moan with mortifying shame.

His finger slid inside all of the way inside me and stilled.

The longer he held it there, the more my clit throbbed, the more my pussy fluttered around his finger. I could feel myself growing wetter simply because his finger was in my bottom and I didn’t know how to process those shameful feelings.

The spanking had been my punishment, but this felt like one too, only it was far more shameful. His finger inside my virgin hole was teaching me a lesson that I wouldn’t soon forget.

“Little omega, I’m very much enjoying how your little pussy is revealing how much you like your alpha touching this naughty little hole,” he observed.

I whimpered with embarrassment, even as my body demanded more.

“You’re going to come for me like this, little omega,” he said boldly.

“I can’t, Alpha,” I cried.

“You will, Luna,” he answered.

As much as I hated his confidence, a very deep and reluctant part of me was beginning to admit that he was right. When he slowly began to thrust his fingers in and out of both holes, I knew that he would be.

This was wrong.

I shouldn’t like it.

It was dirty. Taboo. Good girls didn’t do this sort of thing.

He hadn’t given me a choice and now I was edging closer and closer to orgasm whether I liked it or not.

He began thrusting faster. With his thumb in my asshole and two fingers in my pussy, I was powerless against the onslaught of pleasure that burst forth. When he stretched one last finger forward to rub my clit, I lost all semblance of control.

I came with a finger in my bottom, harder than all of my other orgasms combined. I shattered on his hands, white-hot bliss blinding me as I lay over his thighs. My muscles tensed and every single nerve in my body pulsed with electricity, firing again and again until I thought I couldn’t take anymore, but I did.

That single orgasm went on and on and I drowned in its intensity. I cried out, trembling as I came for him, not once, but three times in a row as he played my body like a song. I moaned as he thrust harder, forcing my release higher until I screamed for him as my body clenched down hard all around him.

I came so hard that I saw stars.

Even though I feared it would never end, my orgasm mercifully began to fade after what felt like forever. I whimpered as my body pulsed. I tried to catch my breath as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I trembled and bit my lip, trying to hold back the burst of emotion that threatened to break through.

His fingers pulled free of me and I gasped in surprise as he gathered me in his arms. Possessively, he curled his body around mine, holding me tight. In his gentleness, I struggled to contain myself, but when his lips pressed tenderly against the top of my head, I broke apart and started to cry again.

I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t angry or hurt.

Instead, it felt like a safe place to release everything that had been pent up inside me for so long. Even as the first sob racked my body, I could feel myself smiling. I could taste the salt of my tears on my lips, but more powerful than all of that was the feeling of freedom that puls

ed through me with wild abandon. I was free as a bird flying high through the sky or a fish swimming in the vastness of the sea.

Even more gently, his finger slid beneath my chin and lifted my face to gaze back at him.

“It’s alright, little omega. I’ve got you now,” he whispered, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop staring at his lips. They were so full and enticing and when I couldn’t bear it anymore, I edged forward and brought my own to meet his. The kiss was tentative at first as I explored him, but he grasped my chin and kissed me hard. His lips ground into mine possessively and I found myself lost in it.

The ground all around us seemed to tremble with the connection between us. The leaves rustled and the birds began to sing all around us. The fresh forest air was saturated with the scent of my slick and the even more powerful aroma of an alpha that had discovered an unclaimed omega.