Primal Needs: A Sci-Fi M/F Omegaverse Romance (Primal Alphas Book 3)

by Lizzy Bequin

  “Oh fuck,” she moans, arms clutching about my neck, fingers raking my scalp. “You make me feel so good.”

  Just as I sense that she’s on the verge of release, I let up. A disappointed sigh escapes her lips and she rocks her cunt against my palm.

  “Please,” she begs.

  My fingers delve back between her folds again, teasing at her needy opening. I shove two fingers inside so hard that her feet come off the ground, and she climaxes immediately, lavender eyes rolling back white and hot slick gushing from her hole.

  But I don’t let up. My fingers continue to strum inside her, tickling the soft, moist tissue of her channel which tightens and squeezes until it damn near cuts off my circulation. I cup my other hand beneath her soft butt, holding her steady as I fuck my fingers into her dripping cunt.

  “Oh god,” she whines. Her hands on stroking my jaw as another orgasm wracks her tender body. “Conway, what are you doing to me?”

  Her slick drips down her thighs and pools on the floor. The raunchy smell rising from between her legs fills my nostrils, saturating my brain with raw lust like I’ve never known before. My aching hard cock strains against the front of my jeans, practically drooling precum.

  “I need to taste you,” I rumble

  Amrita yelps in surprise as I lift and slide her up the wall until her pungent, sweltering cunt is on level with my face. Her naked thighs, slathered with her wet desire perch on my shoulders, and her ankles lock behind my back.

  “You smell so fucking good,” I groan as I press my face into her curls, my words muffled by her weeping slit.

  And then I start to lick.

  My tongue laps every wet inch of skin between her legs, from her tight little rear hole, to the sensitive blossom of flesh in front. My tongue tip separates her petals and tickles at her entrance, tasting her nectar fresh from the source. She sobs with pleasure above me, her hard little nails raking across my scalp.

  “Eat me,” she moans above me as she bucks and rocks her pelvis against my unrelenting tongue. “Make me come.”

  I oblige her, again and again, as her slick dribbles down my chin.

  CHAPTER 19: AMRITA

  I lose count of how many times I come like that, riding Conway’s face, his rough whiskers scratching and scrubbing at my sensitive inner thighs. He tongues me incessantly, one orgasm rolling straight into the next like crashing waves that threaten to drown me in a sea of pure bliss.

  When he drops me onto the bed, my body limp and wet, it’s perfect timing. I don’t think I can take another second more of his talented tongue.

  When he said he was going to take care of my needs, he wasn’t kidding. I think I’m gonna be good for like a month now.

  But the way that Conway is hovering over me, his hooded eyes smoldering with lust, I get the feeling that he’s not through with me yet.

  I whimper and try to scooch away to the other side of the bed. But there’s a wall there. I’m trapped.

  His huge fist clutches my ankle, his powerful fingers completely encircling me and then some. An easy yank is all it takes for this strong and determined Alpha to pull me to him, my splayed crotch bumping right into his hardness. I gasp as the massive erection concealed and straining beneath his jeans prods me.

  He draws the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping the stain of my arousal from his chin. His full, sexy upper lip pulls back to reveal a carnivorous grin, his teeth perfectly white, his canines curving to sharp points.

  “There’s no where to run now, little one,” he chuckles, “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

  A low, hungry growl rolls and rumbles from deep inside his throat. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, and I know exactly what he’s smelling. I should be ashamed, but I’m not, spreading my legs wide to give him even more of the scent that he craves.

  “I’ve held back as long as I can, but I can’t take it any longer,” he growls. “You belong to me now, little one. I aim to make you mine.”

  As far as I’m concerned, I don’t belong to anyone. At least that’s what my head says. But my body, consumed with desire is ready to give in to the Alpha’s every demand.

  His sloughs the loose flannel shirt off his shoulders and pulls the henley over his head, and for the first time I get a good look at his upper body completely unclothed. The broad, thick muscles of his chest are like plates of armor, cut with horizontal striations, and his gunshot wound from yesterday already looks like a years-old scar.

  Conway’s powerful, bulging biceps and forearms are covered in winding, popped veins that tick with the pulse of his blood. His torso tapers down to a trim waist and a flat belly lined with deeply carved abdominals, and those sexy, V-shaped ridges that slash downward from the blades of his hips to the splash of closely cropped curls peeking from the top of his low-slung jeans.

  My mouth waters, and my pussy pulses with heat and desire like he didn’t just make me come ten times over.

  “Mine,” he purrs, his inhuman voice oh so alluring.

  I worry my bottom lip as his thick fingers work the buckle of his belt, the leather tongue sliding free and slipping through the belt loops one by one before he drops it to the hardwood floor with a clatter.

  “Mine,”

  His voice is raspy with desire. He’s not making a demand; he’s simply stating a fact. His steel-gray eyes are blown, the pupils dilated wide like the aperture on a camera and staring straight through me.

  I’ve been wanted before. I’ve dealt with the awkward advances of would-be suitors. Trent even tried to force himself on me in his high and drunken stupor. But those experiences were different. Those boys wanted sex, and I just happened to be available.

  Conway wants me.

  He needs me.

  And he’s about to take me, whether I’m ready or not.

  The button of his jeans comes unfastened. The zipper of his fly opens, revealing a bit more of his thatch of dark blond pubic hair. Drops of sweat wend their way along the grooves between his carved muscles, disappearing into the top of his jeans. My pussy aches and throbs, hungry to be filled with his thick meat.

  “Show me.” I’m begging for it. Pleading. “I want to see it again.”

  Hooking his thumbs beneath the frayed denim of his waistband, he shoves his jeans and boxers down this thighs, revealing the hard, veined shaft. I’ve already seen his cock once, but somehow I still can’t believe how big it is. With every inch that his jeans slide down, I expect to see his blunt rounded head come into view, but it doesn’t—just more and more of that impossibly long rod.

  At last, when his jeans are well below the halfway point of his hard quads, his pole comes free, swinging upward with such force that it slaps his belly.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp.

  I sit up and stare once more in gape-mouthed amazement at Conway’s monstrous cock as he heels off his boots and steps his feet out of his fallen jeans.

  Even though I’ve seen it once before, I haven’t had a chance to really study his magnificent member. The shaft is long and thick and ribbed with winding veins, and the plump mushroom cap at the end is pink and glistening with the thinnest film of moisture.

  Reaching forward, I explore his manhood, lightly grazing the ridge running along his underside. I wrap my fingers around him, timidly stroking his length and thrilling at the way his satin-smooth skin shifts over the hard inner core of his erection. I roll the pad of my thumb on the sexy V where his shaft meets his head, and a teardrop of precum wells at his tip, trembling briefly before spilling down my thumb.

  Hot, desperate hunger coils deep within my core.

  I need him inside me. I need to feel every inch of him stretching my walls and penetrating my depths. How though? There’s no way it could ever fit.

  “It’s too big,” I whimper.

  The Alpha beast refuses to put up with my hesitation. He clutches two fistfuls of my shirt and yanks hard, ripping the shirt open and sending the buttons skittering all around the hardwood floor
of the cabin.

  A helpless cry escapes my lips as he shoves me back, my bare breasts jiggling, their stiff pink peaks sore with arousal.

  Those hands grip my tender legs, spreading me until the tendons of my inner thighs are stretched and aching. Rocking his pelvis, he slides his hard shaft along the groove of my parting, wetting his underside with my slick.

  “Too big,” I moan again, but my hips are rocking in time to his, seemingly taking on a life of their own.

  Gripping his manhood in one hand, he draws his hips back and angles his rod until his smooth, pink bulb is rubbing between my wet petals, his slit kissing my hole with sticky precum.

  My voice of reason tells me we should be using protection, but my screaming desire drowns it out. I need to have him inside me raw and naked, nothing coming between his hot smooth flesh and mine.

  A nudge. A push. I suck in air through clenched teeth as his head pops in, stretching my opening wide. I gasp, clutching at the bed sheets and tossing my head to the side.

  “Fuck, you feel so good inside,” he grunts. “So warm and soft.”

  His strong fingers dig into my plump hips, dragging me onto him as he thrusts forward, slowly sinking into my core. I cock my head forward and watch his naked length disappear between my legs, inch by throbbing inch. I can feel every contour of him inside me—every ridge, every vein—as my soft channel conforms to his rigid girth.

  “Deeper,” I pant. “Oh fuck, take me deeper, Conway.”

  He continues sliding into my wet depths, pausing once or twice to back up, drawing more lubrication out of me before plunging deeper still.

  “Ow!” I squeal as I feel a sudden pain inside.

  He has bottomed out. His head is bumping up against my cervix. Just as I thought, his cock is too long for me.

  Conway is trembling, runnels of sweat rolling down his hard muscles. I can tell he’s struggling to restrain his inner beast, afraid that if he lets it loose, it might break me.

  And I’m scared that he’s right.

  With his cock still buried deep inside me, he crawls onto the bed with me, his muscled thighs forcing my own legs apart and back. He swivels his hips back, withdrawing his length until his head pops out. But my hole is gaping for him, and it swallows him easily when he thrusts forward again.

  This time he stops short of my oversensitive epicenter, and I’m grateful for that sliver of self-control that is keeping him from hurting me, but I wonder how long it will last.

  “Mine,” he growls again and again as he continues to fuck me with long, gliding strokes, letting his penis exit me completely each time before delving back inside my wide-open hole.

  A thrill runs through me as one of his hands curls around my throat, holding me steady as he pumps me with his cock. His other hand delves between my legs, the pad of his thumb rolling my stiff clit. Within moments, I cum again as he stimulates me inside and out.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan as my body shivers with pleasure.

  He gyrates his hips, stirring his cock all around the walls of my channel as if he’s trying to stretch me even wider. His member churns my slick with wet squelching sounds.

  “I’m going to stain this little pussy with my seed,” he groans.

  “Yes,” I beg, digging my nails into his shoulder as another orgasm wells inside me. “Fuck a baby into me.”

  Some last remaining sliver of my rational brain realizes how crazy that sounds, but I’m driven by animal lust now. I need him to mark my inner depths with his seed, and the consequences be damned.

  My words drive Conway into a frenzy. Up to now, he’s had the presence of my mind to hold back, realizing that his cock is too long for me. But now he’s gone full beast-mode. He slams his cock as far as it will go, bottoming out again against my cervix.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out. “It’s too big, Conway.”

  But there’s a part of me that enjoys the pain, that savors the way it mingles with the even greater pleasure of his slipping, pumping member.

  Conway is all but lost now, caught in the throes of his animalistic passion. His eyes, dilated to near total blackness penetrate me. His lips stretch back to show is predator’s fangs. His breath comes and goes in ragged, bestial grunts with each thrust of his pummeling cock.

  I know what he wants. I can see it in his eyes. And I want it too.

  “Bite me,” I moan.

  His eyes circle with surprise. His wet teeth glisten.

  “Bite me,” I scream, raking my nails down his arms and raising pink welts in his taut skin. “Bite me like you did the first time. Bite me, bite me,”

  With a snarl he falls upon me. He fists my hair, yanking my head to one side and exposing my vulnerable throat. He clamps his mouth on the sloping curve between my neck and shoulder. I yelp as his fangs sink into my flesh. Puncturing. Penetrating. Breaking the skin. Inside his mouth, his rough tongue laps my burning flesh, tasting my blood.

  The pleasure of his pounding cock mixed with the sting of his sharp teeth carries me to a dizzying height of ecstasy, and deep within my core, something opens like a flower.

  He thrusts deep, but this time his cockhead doesn’t bump up against my cervix. Instead, it slips inside some new, deeper opening.

  His growls of pleasure and surprise are muffled by my bitten flesh.

  “Oh God, what’s happening?” I cry, “It feels so fucking good.”

  That’s the understatement of the millennium. This savage beast of a man has ripped more earth-shattering orgasms from my helpless, shuddering body than I can count. He has given me clit orgasms, and he has given me orgasms from that special, tender place on my front wall. He’s even given me both at the same time.

  But this new sensation welling deep, deep inside me threatens to dwarf them all. And I can tell by the quickened pace of his rough fucking that he feels it too. It feels as though my cervix has opened like a soft inner mouth that is sucking his head as his shaft fucks my channel. I’m sucking and fucking him at the same time.

  And with each forceful thrust, his cock is penetrating all the way to my womb.

  “Come,” I breathe.

  My voice is barely audible above the wet slap of his smooth heavy balls swinging against my ass and the raunchy suction sounds of my pussy squeezing around his pulsating dick.

  “Come inside me,” I sob with need, nails biting his muscles. “Fill me up with your seed.”

  As he seats himself balls deep inside me, my opening cinches tight around his base. The walls of my channel flutter and ripple, milking his shaft. At the same time, the bulbous head of Conway’s member expands inside me, stretching my insides even tighter as those deep inner lips of my cervix suckle his tip, thirsty for his potent semen.

  “Conway!” I cry. “What’s happening?”

  He tries to rock his hips, but the swollen knot of his cock catches on my clenched hole. We’re stuck together like a couple of horny dogs.

  I should be scared. But this feels good. Way too good.

  Conway’s bite tightens ever so slightly as he groans and quakes, a quick pulse traveling up his penis before the hot gush erupts from his tip, painting my womb with his thick fluid. He’s spilling his cum inside me. He’s fertilizing me with his seed.

  This is not just sex. We’re mating.

  “Yes,” I scream. “Oh fuck yes, I—“

  My orgasm explodes in my core, bright waves of bliss emanating outward from my epicenter. For a brief, timeless moment there is no Amrita and there is no Conway. There is only an infinite, all-encompassing, churning foam of sweet, agonizing bliss.

  As the peak of the climax subsides, I’m dimly aware of Conway squeezing me tightly, wrestling my thrashing, convulsing body into the mattress as gout after gout of his thick cream pumps into my innermost depths.

  Not a drop leaks from the rim of my hole. Every ounce of his potent load is held within by the swollen bulb of Conway’s knot as my pussy continues to milk him

  It’s hard to tell how long it is befor
e my orgasm subsides completely. For one fearful moment I wonder if I may never stop coming. But finally the last of the orgasm passes, like a thundercloud drifting over the horizon.

  Conway is on top of me, his face so close to mine. The beast is gone from his eyes, replaced now by human concern as his calloused hand strokes my soft, tear-stained cheek.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Mm-hm,” I hum.

  If my mouth could form words, I would tell him that “okay” is the understatement of the millennium. He just took me to a dizzying vista of pleasure that I never knew existed. I’m certain no other man could take me there. Only Conway could lead the way. And in this moment I would follow him anywhere. I would follow him into hell.

  My muscles are limp with exhaustion and my bones are jelly. But my senses feel heightened, every sound and every scent standing out in exquisite detail. When he presses his tender lips to mine, our kiss crackles with electricity.

  We are still stuck, Conway’s twitching cock still knotted in my constricted pussy. Ever so gently, he picks me up, then turns and flops down on his back with me sprawled and impaled on top of him. We’re like that for some time, panting and grinning, our foreheads pressed together like we’re trying telepathically to share those feelings that our words could never express.

  At last his cock softens and slides out of me.

  “I hurt you,” he whispers, gently touching the crook of my neck where he bit me.

  “It’s okay,” I tell him, rubbing my cheek against his scruff like a cat. “I liked it.”

  There’s something special about that bite. It’s like Conway has marked me. He’s claimed me as his mate.

  “Conway?” I ask. “Is it always like that? Sex, I mean.”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I nibble at his chin.

  “Well, not anymore.”

  Conway chuckles and smooths his rough palms over my bare back and butt. I can feel his immense heart thundering inside him.

  “No, it’s not always like that,” he says, tucking a strand of hair back behind my ear. “It’s never been like that with me before.”