by L. V. Lane
His blunt words bring a blush to my cheeks.
“But the scent of a fertile Beta will rouse an increased appetite, even so. Only unlike a rut, it is far more controlled, but no less compelling need to fill the sweet little Beta all up.”
Goddess help me; his words are mesmerizing. My pussy grows damp thinking about him filling me all up.
“Of course, it will take the necessary time to train a Beta to accept our full needs. Oils can be beneficial, especially in the early stage while stretching a tight little Beta pussy out.”
“What madness is this?” My eyes are everywhere but on the male before me as I try to block his presence out. I do not want to be stretched! I can’t understand why dampness is gathering between my thighs. There must be something wrong with me.
“Do you have some such oil here?” he asks, seeming unperturbed by my outrage. “Or must we do the best we can without?”
“I do not!” I do, in fact, have several oils as might be used in such a way and are natural for the body. “This will not work.” My palms land against him to push him away, but the contact is startling. His body dwarfs mine with muscles that are great slabs of hardness under my hands. He leans into me. My fingers clench, petting when I should be pushing him away.
“It will work,” he says, voice rough, broad hand claiming mine and pressing it firmer into the hard flesh of his chest. “I have nothing that you cannot be trained to accept. Sometimes, the training is uncomfortable, and sometimes, if the Alpha is a bastard, there might be some pain. But I assure you that my cock can and will go all the way into your pussy one way or another. Given enough time and coaxing, the knot will go too. Maybe I will not fill you deeply today. I am both patient and determined. I would rather the experience be closer to uncomfortable than to pain. A little oil will aid that.”
His lips lower. He presses kisses to the column of my throat that sets my traitorous body on fire. “Now, my sweet, nervous, little Beta, I’m sure your shelves hold something that might be used. But it is your choice. Whether I fuck and claim you, is not. Of course, some Betas enjoy a little pain with their pleasure. It is not my place to judge.” His teeth nip, bringing a little shiver and a sharp, erotic clench to my pussy. “Is that you, my sweet Beta? Do you want it to hurt a little bit as I force my fat dick deep inside you?”
A small groan escapes my clenched lips that brings a hot flush to my cheeks. What kind of deviant creature am I to be aroused by the dreadful image of Jack holding me down and forcing me to accept his monstrous Alpha cock into my most delicate place?
I need to clear my throat before I can find words. “I do have something,” I say—there is a tremble to my voice.
“Good girl,” he says. “Better we build up your tolerance.”
Releasing me, he steps back. His scent fills my lungs such that I feel a little dizzy.
I am wet, I realize. Jack has only kissed me and taunted me with his filthy words, and I am wet.
His fingers tip my chin, giving me no choice but to meet his eyes. Then he smiles as his thumb brushes over the tip of my nose.
“A little soot from the mishap with the water,” he says with a smirk, then his eyes darken. “Goddess, you are a beautiful, sweet, little thing. I should feel bad about how aroused I am at the thought of ruining your poor little Beta cunt. But then again, I am an Alpha in every way. Go and get the oil, lass. Then show me which bedding nook is yours.”
CHAPTER THREE
Jack
BETAS ARE OFTEN confused about the way an Alpha can read them. Many female Betas presume wrongly that only an Omega can satisfy our lust. An Omega is naturally more limber, produces copious slick, and is aroused by an Alpha’s scent. When in heat, they are ravenous for an Alpha’s touch. You do not need to work hard to drive an Omega to sexual highs.
But a sweet, innocent little Beta like Hazel will require taming and coaxing before she realizes her full carnal capability. I’m not a green whelp anymore, and I find I enjoy the thought of training Hazel for my pleasure. Where once I might have been impatient, now I am focused on enjoying the journey toward the end game, however long that might take.
The lass is not averse to the idea either. Perhaps she does not realize how sensitive an Alpha is to the scent of female lust. Her little pussy is weeping for attention, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
She rummages on the shelf, hands shaking, little ass twitching as she strains to reach the high bottles. I could help her, but I’m enjoying the view. She is small for a Beta. I find that appeals to me. It’s no secret Alphas are predisposed to find an Omega form attractive.
Hazel does not have the same enticing scent; this is true. But that leaves me clear-headed for rutting her. Rather than feeling like I’m missing out, I’m enticed by the level of calculation I can apply in making her perfect for me.
Taking a bottle in hand, she lifts the stopper and sniffs before clasping it in her hand. I smirk knowing she has found the one she sought but is fearful of turning around and saying as much. It did not escape my notice how she slipped out a needy groan when I asked if she wanted it to hurt a little as I forced my way deep inside her.
Whether it is merely the thought of pain or the actuality remains to be seen. I hope the latter. Despite me telling her it would only be uncomfortable, there will undoubtedly be some pain before she can fully accommodate all of me.
Still, that cannot be helped. I am invested now. The claiming of her body is a formality, for in my mind, she is already mine. Fen is a lad of limited patience. Better I break the lass in as best I can before she must deal with him.
She is standing still with her back to me, and I see the tension in her shoulders. It is time for me to take control of both the situation and the Beta who will soon become my mate.
“Oh!” Her head swings around hearing my approach. The tiny earthen bottle in her hand is fumbled, and I enclose both it and her hand within mine.
“Steady, lass,” I say. Extracting it from her shaking hand, I draw her to turn around. “Show me your bedding area.”
Her pretty hazel eyes appear luminous in the weak lamplight as I draw my knuckles over her soft cheek.
She nods, hand lifting to indicate the nearby nook. With her small hand in mine, I walk her there before drawing back the curtain. It is cramped, but I will make it work. Once we return to my home, I will rut her in my more spacious bed among the furs.
But I will enjoy this, our first coupling, too.
There are pelts here among the thick woolen blankets, and my cock thickens and lengthens as I take in the details of the space. Omegas are not the only females who enjoy soft things as might be considered a nest of sorts. Hazel’s bedding nook is deeply layered. I will get her soft things once home and encourage her to similarly layer my bedding dais to her liking. Her scent saturates it. Soon my scent will saturate it. Alphas are ever basal by nature. The desire to mark both the trembling Beta lass and her bedding with my seed is a compulsion that cannot be denied.
I tuck the vial at the edge of the nook and take my sweet Beta in hand.
“We don’t need all these clothes,” I say, closing my fingers over the neck of her dress.
“Goddess!” Her gasp accompanies a tearing sound. I admit to being a little impatient with the clothing, and it might have ripped some under my fingers.
I growl when she tries to interfere. She stills her hands, chest heaving.
“I wish to do the unwrapping,” I say, my voice low and barely tempered to be civil. I will go gentle with the lass, but I offer no similar promises toward the clothing that is getting in my fucking way.
The dress drops to the floor. My nostrils flare as I take in the beauty underneath. I catch her wrists together, pinning them at the small of her back when she dares to try and cover herself. My low growl is a warning not to test me. Her scent is enticing. I can smell her pussy weeping for me, and my mouth waters in anticipation of the first taste. With her wrists in one hand, I palm her throat, letting it settle her�
�letting it settle me.
Her throat is so delicate under my fingers. She is trembling, but her scent tells me it is not all fear.
“Clench your pussy for me,” I say.
Her eyes flash to meet mine. “What? Why?”
Releasing her throat, I land a sharp spank to her bottom. “Do not question me, lass. Clench your little pussy and then relax it again.”
“Oh,” she says. I smirk knowing she has done as she was told.
My open palm presses against the gentle swell of her tummy. “Keep doing it.” The way she worries at her lower lip tells me when she clenches. “Does that feel good?” I ask.
I spank her bottom when she doesn’t answer.
“Yes!” she says.
Soon, I will push my fingers into her little channel and test how well she grips, but first, I am enrapt by her pretty tits. I cup the weight, bringing a little gasp to her lips. She has full breasts that still look small within my hand. Her nipple buds with this gentle touch, and I swipe my thumb back and forth, watching it bloom under the attention. “You have beautiful fat, nipples, my sweet little Beta. Are they sensitive?” I pinch it roughly to test her response.
Her mouth pops open on a little squeak. I pinch and tug harder when she doesn’t answer, watching her face contort and flush. “I cannot wait for your tits and belly to grow when you are ripe with child,” I say before I can think better about how that might be rushing the lass. Yet the image is both compelling and intensely arousing. The thought of planting my seed in her makes my cock spit pre-cum behind my hide pants. “I think you will make a good little breeder for my brother and me. You will not want for our attention.” I am deep into the fantasy now, one I will make into a reality. She is moaning as I pet her nipple, hips rolling in encouragement to rut.
“Do you like the thought of being trained and used for our pleasure?” I ask. “Of being bred?”
“Goddess, yes,” she whines.
“Good girl,” I say, turning my attention to her other tit, and soon, the little bud is stiff under my rough fingers. “These pretty tits will soon be full with milk for our babes.”
My mouth is fucking watering; I have coaxed myself half into a lusty stupor with these words. I am a little rougher than I might be as I lift the lass and drop her onto the bed. She pushes her hair out of her face, lifting to her elbows to watch me. Her lips are parted and swollen from my earlier kiss, and her pretty nipples plump and flushed from my teasing.
As I toe off my boots, her gaze lowers to where my hands work the buckle of my belt. She bites her bottom lip as it drops to the floor. My cock is trapped painfully inside the leg of my hide pants, straining the material obscenely.
I elect not to remove my pants yet. The lass is wary. Getting a look before I have a chance to prepare and fully arouse her to desperation will only traumatize her. Far better I stoke her lust until she is too delirious from pleasure to worry about the claiming.
She falls back as I crawl over her into the nook. Her chest rising and falling unsteadily, a pretty flush to her cheeks and across the upper swell of her breasts. As my hand lowers to cup her cheek, she fills my senses and mind. I want to take her and claim her. I want to feel her pussy enclosing my cock so badly, I fear I may go a little mad.
My hand trembles with the strain of containing my bestial side; I will take this slow if it kills me.
The little minx dares to try and pull away.
My fingers grasp her jaw with a little tempered aggression to remind her that this is not hers to control.
Her eyes flash to meet mine.
“Open your pretty mouth,” I growl before lowering my lips to hers. Hazel wriggles underneath me, twisting and pushing against my hold even as her mouth opens and her tongue tangles with mine. She is a mass of conflict. Opening to the kiss and groaning, as she strains to pull away.
My sweet little Beta wants to test me, it would seem.
Lifting my head, I shackle her throat with my palm and pin the wriggling little imp to the bed.
My gaze travels down her body, settling on the little nest of dark-blonde curls hiding her pussy from me. When I get her home, it will be my pleasure to shave her so that her treasures are fully exposed. “Open your legs,” I command.
With a little huff, she lets her legs fall apart within the limits of my thighs. I push my knees, one at a time, into the gap.
“Goddess!”
My eyes lift to hers before returning to the enticing image of her lush body spread out. Her intimate curls glisten with her juices. I widen my thighs, bringing a little gasp as it stretches her open. Her bent knees lift as she tries to make space for me.
“What a sweet, tiny little Beta,” I say. “All spread open and vulnerable before her barbarian master.”
Her tummy clenches, and she fidgets, small hands fisting over the bedding.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hazel
AS HE LEANS in, I steal myself for the moment when his lips enclose the stiff peak of my nipple.
“Oh!” He takes just the tip at first, suckling it gently, rough beard tickling and making me squirmy. I want more. I cannot pretend otherwise. Distantly, I know it will hurt when he claims me, but that worry barely impacts the now. Then he opens and sucks half my breast into his hot mouth. My back arches off the bed as the sharp sensation sends sweet nerves flaring to life and dampness pooling between my thighs.
His earthy, male scent surrounds me. His body cages me. The feeling of his mouth tormenting my breast is sublime. It has been so long since I felt a man pleasuring me. Even so, Jack is more than a mere man; he is a barbaric mountain of power and muscle.
He is an Alpha.
He lavishes both breasts with attention. Squeezing them together, pinching the nipples, and sucking them a little too hard and yet just right. The Alpha fills my awareness. There is no room for other thoughts or considerations when growing arousal fogs my mind to everything but him.
I grow ever more restless. His kisses roam toward my belly then back up over my breasts and throat. He captures my lips in a drugging kiss only to return to my sore breasts. When my wriggling turns frantic, he closes his big hand around my throat and pins me still.
My breath leaves me in a gasp. The sensation of Jack’s huge hand holding me is unnerving, yet it makes my pussy clench all at the same time. Words are pouring from my lips in little whiney bits of nonsense.
“Keep still, lass,” he growls, head lifting and leveling me with a stern glare. Then his eyes lower, and I know he is looking at my pussy hidden behind my feminine curls. My chest heaves as his hand cups me intimately. I can feel how wet I am there. Goddess save me, I am wanton for his touch and desperate to be filled. “Clench for me,” he says as a single thick finger pushes inside.
“Nummmm! Yes! Oh! Please!”
“Best you learn to obey me, lass,” he growls. “Or you will get the kind of training when we return to my home that a sweet Beta will not enjoy. Bound and pleasured for hours without culmination, and until you better learn your place.”
I squeeze, gripping fiercely over his thick finger, and whimpering when all the little nerves inside me zing.
“Goddess test me,” he says. “You are so fucking tight.” He begins to pump that loan finger in and out. My hips lift, trying to get more of the enticing fullness until he shifts the hand from my throat to pin my hips to the bed. “Bound and pleasured for hours,” he says, voice low and menacing. “You will need a great deal of training, I can already tell.”
I whimper when he removes his finger, then groan when he raises it to his lips and sucks it deep into his mouth. The growl he makes is low and rumbly, and I swear I come a little bit.
Nostrils flared, he stares at my pussy, face taking on a determined glint that makes my stomach dip with need.
He shifts, moving out of the bedding nook, making me fearful that he is about to find binding and begin the threatened training now. But instead, he sinks to his knees, pushing my thighs wide to the point of discomf
ort. Broad hands under my ass, he uses his thumbs to open my pussy, face enrapt by what he has exposed.
Then he lowers his head, and with the first lick, the air is driven from my lungs.
He feasts. There is no other word for the carnality of his sensual assault on my most delicate place. Mouth moving over me, kissing, sucking, licking. He growls lowly when I fret, pinning me more securely within his hands as he continues to eat me out. My mind is spinning. My pussy won’t stop clenching, even though there is nothing to clench upon. He is noisy about his business, slurping, growling, and sometimes groaning as he explores every inch of me. His tongue pokes deep into me, thick and sinuous, lapping all around the entrance before lavishing my clit.
I journey into madness under his skilled ministration, straining and panting, begging and groaning.
When he plunges two fingers into my pussy and sucks over my clit, I come in a great heart-pounding, glorious rushing climax.
He laps noisily at my body’s offering, but I’m too sensitive, and I grip his hair and try to wrest him away.
His low, rumbling growl makes my stomach tumble over.
“Goddess! Please, stop!”
He does not stop. He takes my small hands in one giant fist and continues to eat me out.
I cannot stand it, everything is over-sensitized, and it courts the cusp of pain. His fingers slam in and out wetly, curving, finding a place deep inside that throbs in a different way. His lips lift from my clit, and instead, his tongue circles the little bud. That is all it takes, and I come once again.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls as he lifts his head. Eyes hooded, he inspects my swollen pussy with gentle fingers. “I will need to open you up some more.” Reaching for the edge of the bedding, he finds the little bottle of oil. I lie panting as he unstoppers it. A shiver ripples through me when he trickles coldness over my pussy. Thick fingers thrust into me. He pours yet more before working it inside. “Clench and relax for me,” he says.
“Oh!”
