Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy 3)

I hummed around his cock and twirled my tongue around his length, enjoying the taste of his masculinity as it washed across my mouth, but he only let me explore so much. It soon became clear my mouth was simply a hole he wanted to fuck.

My body quickened with excitement and my own arousal. It was then I realized that I liked being used in such a way. My thighs quivered and I quickly pressed them together, trying to stem the flow of slick between my thighs.

He was a beta but somehow, he was far different from all the ones I’d ever known. I’d never known a beta who could make me react this way. He had made me wet. He’d make me beg for him to take me. My alphas hadn’t done that.

Damiyen had.

I could feel my nipples hardening, could feel my desire surging forth as I sucked his cock, as I gave my mouth over to him completely. My inner walls fluttered, and my wetness seeped from my pussy, dripping down my thighs and onto the ground beneath me on my pants that comforted my knees.

I shivered with it. Every nerve in my body simmered with desire, unreleased pleasure that had been tormented to the surface and back again and I didn’t know how much more of it I could take. Damiyen reached down and pinched my nipples, forcing my passion to race to the edge once more and I moaned around his cock.

I leaned back and opened my throat for him, taking him deeper and deeper than ever before. He brushed his thumb over my shoulder, returning his hand to the back of my head where he fisted it into my long silver hair.

My eyes rolled back in my head and every nerve in my body ignited with passionate desire as he pulled my hair, fiery little tendrils of pain exploding over the base of my scalp and I hummed around his length. Over and over he pushed deep into my throat and demanded my submission. Overwhelmed with passionate desire and unreleased need, I gave it to him. I gave him all of me. And he took it and then he took some more.

At once, he pulled free from my lips and reached down, gripping me about my waist before he lifted me up and pressed me down on my back onto a wooden table. The surface was cool against my skin and I gasped in surprise, but I was quickly distracted with the way he spread my legs.

I half expected him to just fuck me, but he didn’t. He took a long moment to study my flesh, to part my folds with his fingers and study my nakedness in detail and it made me shudder with both shame and inextinguishable desire. Slowly, he took his fingers and dragged them up and down, sliding along my wetness with embarrassing ease and then he pressed two of them inside my entrance.

I shuddered with pleasure.

“Please,” I begged.

His fingers fluttered inside me, brushing up against my inner walls and I trembled beneath him. My breath drove in and out of my throat and it took everything inside me to draw in one after another. The air around me felt so hot.

Everything burned.

I needed to come. I felt like I might go insane if I didn’t.

Hot. Needy. Unrelenting passion drove through my veins and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I moaned. My hips rolled back and forth, desperate for him to give me what he had thus far denied me.

My tears began to fall anew, and I sobbed, so overwhelmed with desire that I no longer could control myself. My body moved of its own accord and soon enough I was begging and pleading, the words incoherent and unintelligible even to my own ears. Every single touch hurt, my flesh such a mass of sensation that it confused pain, pleasure, and everything else into one terrible burning agony.

Mad with desire, I hardly noticed when he maneuvered between my legs and pressed the head of his cock to my entrance. The moment he surged forward, spearing my insides with his length, my world exploded into a fiery chasm of exquisite ecstasy that consumed me utterly and completely.

My back arched and every single muscle in my body tightened with my release. My arms reached around him and my nails dug into his back, but that didn’t stop him. His movements were as brutal as my alphas, if not more because he’d taken that much longer to tease and torture my helpless body.

My climax ripped me apart and I didn’t know if I would be the same ever again. I felt shattered, devastated even, but Damiyen held me tight, his palm caressing my hip, the connection between us keeping me grounded just the slightest bit.

I felt like I was flying. I felt that he would catch me when I ultimately fell.

I screamed. I moaned. I cried.

Tears raced down my face as he fucked me into oblivion. One orgasm bled into the next and soon I was unable to discern where one ended and the next began. My thighs shook and my heart burst in my chest. Heated pants stole in and out of my throat and my skin quaked with tremors of hot passionate desire that held me completely captive to its pull.

Damiyen fucked me hard, claiming my pussy as his and ensuring that he left me a sore and subdued little omega. I’d never felt my position as an omega more keenly than I did in that moment and it was both terrible and wonderful all the same. He was a beta and still he could take me like this. He could use me as he saw fit and as an omega, I was helpless beneath him. I hated it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t exactly true.

He’d made me wetter than I’d ever been, and he didn’t even have my estrous to power my arousal. Through his touch and teasing torture, he’d made me into a simpering mess that just wanted to be fucked and that simple thought made me aroused. I liked that.

I liked it a lot.

A particular hard stroke of his cock jarred me, and I curled into him, moaning low in my throat and he chuckled softly.

“Do you like that, little one? Do you like how it feels to be fucked by beta cock?” he asked, and I shuddered beneath him. He knew the answer already. The both of us did. He just wanted me to say it.

I whimpered instead and one of his hands captured my right nipple between his fingers. He pinched it hard and delicious agony raced from my breast down to my core and I felt myself clench around his length.

“Answer me, omega,” he demanded.