Frenzy (The Omegaborn Trilogy 1)

He claimed me in the chains of a pair bond, a link that would bind us together for the rest of our lives. In that moment, he marked me as his, marked my flesh with his teeth so that any alpha that set eyes upon me would know I was his. Forever.

Pain seared across my shoulder and the agony of his bite rippled through me, intensifying the power of my orgasm around his alpha knot. I rolled my upper lip at him, snarling at his audacity, and he growled, his teeth still imbedded in my flesh.

The power of the link burst over me, and at once I could feel the beat of his heart. His raw power over me roared through my system, forcing every inch of my body to yield to him.

Another surge of his seed painted my channel with his claim.

Lost in the heat of estrous, I knew nothing more than pleasure. My legs tightened around him, his hips pumping back and forth, forcing his knot just a little deeper each time. Full of his seed and my own slick, my body tensed and squeezed around his length, drawing out every last bit of cum that I could.

His thumb tortured my clit, drawing out one orgasm after the next. I moaned, but I needed it. I needed to come, stuffed full of knotted alpha cock.

My vision grew hazy and lights danced before my eyes. Alix’s dark eyes stared down into mine, his touch light on the skin of my throat.

“You’re mine, omega. Forever,” he growled, and deep in my core a renewed desire began to take hold.

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It took a long timefor Alix’s knot to abate. We’d lain together for hours, curled within each other’s embrace as his seed warmed my channel. My shoulder throbbed, the pain dulled by the link between us, and I tried not to think about what it meant. Eventually, the mating lock passed, releasing the two of us from its bond. The rush of fluids that escaped my body when his knot lessened was substantial, pooling beneath us in a warm, fragrant ocean of cum. Neither of us moved to escape it. In fact, he pressed his hand between my legs, gathering our liquids and painting them onto my skin, into my hair, and in between my lips. It felt sweet.

The taste of our fluids mixed together left me ravenous for more. I was voracious, insatiable, and it left me wanting. Sweet saltiness like salted caramel drifted over my tongue and I lapped up one mouthful after another. The feeling of it settling deep in my belly was one of perfection and I couldn’t get enough.

I could feel the desire to fuck again beginning to rise within my core once more, even still full of his length. My pussy squeezed around his cock and he purred, pleased with my reaction to the products of our mating. A combination of my slick and his seed dripped down my thighs, warm, arousing, and comforting. He pulled free from me, stood up and left the nest, heading over to my makeshift pantry. I groaned loudly in disappointment but then he growled low in warning and I closed my lips, watching as he gathered a handful of dried meats and a large glass of water.

He returned to me and handed me the cup. I couldn’t help but admire the length of his cock, already hardening under my hopeful gaze. I wondered if he’d let me sit on it while he ate.

All I wanted to do was fuck. Was this what it felt like to be an omega?

“Drink. Every last drop,” he demanded. The link between us pulsed and I felt the power of his command deep in my bones. Every fiber of my being wanted to obey him, but still, a sliver of me resisted.

My shoulder pulsed, reminding me of the pair bond he’d forced on me.

We knew literally nothing about the pair bond other than its existence, but the nature of its strength worried me. I wondered if even the suppressant drugs could subdue it. It felt too powerful for that. Even now, I could feel his presence, deep in my heart, like an ever-present magic that pulsed within me. It was like a connection that went deeper that I had ever known. His desires were now mine, his pleasures and his emotions shared with me. It was humbling. I wondered if he could feel me in the same way.

He growled low and my omega preened before him.

I rolled my lip at him once but took the glass of water all the same. I was thirsty. Turning away, I gulped down the cool liquid, thankful for its cold embrace against the hoarseness in my throat.

Next, he handed me the dried meats and a few pieces of cheese. I refused at first, focused on the curling ball of pleasure that seemed to be reforming in my belly, but as he pressed a bite between my lips, I found myself yielding to him. I didn’t know if it was me or if it was the power of my omega in heat.

Intense flavors burst over my tongue and my stomach growled hungrily. A strange clarity came over me then and I wondered how much longer it would last. I took every bite from his fingers and chewed greedily, swallowing it all down.

Occasionally, he would reward me with a finger covered with our combined fluids and I’d moan quietly in appreciation. Rapidly, I finished what was left of the snack and he passed me another cupful of water, which I drank more slowly than the last.

As more time passed, I felt the throes of my heat encroaching on my sanity once more. Whatever moment of lucidity that had been between the two of us, I knew it would soon be over. I turned over on my belly and stretched, while Alix ran his hands over my backside. I sighed because it felt good, calming in a way.

His fingers squeezed around my still tender globes and then, he grasped both cheeks and spread me shamefully to his view.

“Don’t!” I squealed, trying to turn over, but still he held me firmly in place. His dissatisfied growl forced me to still, compelling my body to obey and take everything he had to give me. “What are you doing?” I added, my voice sounding panicked.

His fingers trailed down to my sore and used pussy, gathering the still flowing liquid from my entrance and dragging it backwards.

“You’re mine, omega and I will use you any way I please,” he glowered, and I shivered. Would he fuck my ass like I’d seen the other alpha do? I shook my head. He couldn’t. It would be so shameful that I couldn’t stand it.

“Such a pretty little hole, just begging to be fucked,” he mused, and I shivered, trying to tighten the cheeks of my ass to hide myself from his perusal.

He slapped my ass hard and I whimpered, the sting from his prior punishment reigniting under his hand. He released the cheeks of my ass and grasped my hips, lifting me up so that my knees pressed against the wet blankets beneath us. He maneuvered himself behind me and I could feel the heat of his cock as it pressed against the vulnerable flesh of my backside.

“I’m beginning to think you enjoy being punished, little one. I think you like it when I make it hurt,” he whispered and I shivered, fearing that he was right. I’d never admit it though.