Carefree Moans

~Nadia

It had been a long day.

A really long one.

Being touched by someone else while Alpha Lucian’s eyes burned into me from across the pool… yet he did nothing. Nothing to satisfy the storm he’d stirred inside me.

By the time the sun began to sink, the party felt unbearable. Everywhere I turned, people were tangled together. Couples pressed against each other, lips locked, hands touching boobs and pussies, cocks in mouths.

Others formed threesomes, fucking themselves in rhythm to the thrum of music and the heat of urge.

Laughter mixed with moans, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and orgasms. 

The backyard had turned into a carnival of pleasure, of people losing themselves to urges without shame or hesitation.

And me? I just stood at the corner, watching, doing nothing to sate the thirst of my own pussy. 

Doing nothing to get one of those heavy cocks inside my pussy as well. 

Not because I didn’t ache like them. But because the only one I wanted refused to touch me.

Aiden already left before the heat of the party began. He had a few duties to fulfill at council.

He didn't want me to stay here by myself, but I insisted on staying a little longer. 

I held a glass of alcohol in my hand at the bar counter, watching everyone fuck themselves up.

I looked around, searching for Alpha Lucian.

I knew he wouldn't be there but I just couldn't stop myself from searching for him.

I wanted him. My pussy did.

It was aching. Yearning. Pulsing.

Pussy beating violently between my thighs, my slick dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

I tried to feel normal. To not think about him. 

But my pussy ached painfully, urgently in need of his cock.

I pictured him in my head. Pictured him walking right up to me, leaning in to kiss me, his cock out of his shorts, pressing my inner thighs. 

And just then, I heard my name from a deep gravelly voice beside me.

I turned sharply, already calling his name. 

“Daddy Lucian?" I called, more breath than voice. 

But then I realized. It wasn't Lucian. 

Just some random guy at the party. 

I sighed to myself, frustrated. 

Then I scanned the stranger. 

He looked impressive. 

His eyes were shallow grey, large chest and six hard abs. His bikini bottom lying low on his waist.

The sound of the music and moans sank in the background as I greeted back.

“I noticed you've been here by yourself. Do you need a partner?” he asked casually.

“Uh, not really,” I responded. “I'm okay with just the view.” I lied,

Of course I wasn't okay with watching other girls get fucked hard in their pussy while my own pussy leaked between my thighs, lips pressing together each time I moved. 

I needed to get fucked too.

But not from just anyone. I wanted only my Daddy Alpha’s cock inside my pussy. 

As if he didn't hear me clearly, he stepped closer to me, leaning in, his steps slow and deliberate.

Confusion etched itself on me, but he was already too close for me to think. 

His hands moved behind me and rested on my waist, slowly sliding down to my ass.

He leaned into me, his breath brushing my skin. I could feel it.

He was directing his mouth to my lips.

I couldn't move. His grip on me was firm, his breath tickling my skin.

Then… his lips brushed mine. Lightly at first.

He pushed further, his lips parting my lips, going deep inside my mouth. 

He kissed me, the kiss growing wetter, lips flushing inside my mouth.

He tasted of sweet wine, lips soft and full, engulfing my lips, sucking me, his teeth lightly biting me.

Goddess help me, I leaned in and kissed him back.

I couldn't resist. Not for long.

He grabbed my ass tightly with the hand behind me, then used his other hand to press my breasts.

I gasped and he swallowed my breath. He pushed me to the wall and his hand suddenly reached under my panties. 

I gasped.

But then I saw Alpha Lucian again, standing at the far end, watching me with those piercing green eyes. 

My heart flinched.

He had no expression on his face. Not really.

Just a stern gaze piercing me. He looked furious. His stare burned on the back of the stranger whose finger was already stroking my pussy.

I pushed him back with my hand on his hard chest.

Then I stumbled away from the wall, stammering, “I- I need to leave now.”

Before I could look again, Alpha Lucian wasn't there anymore. He had disappeared again, like he'd never been there. 

I took to my heels and ran inside the house, upstairs to my room, my slick rolling down my thighs.

I quickly locked the door behind me. 

I dragged my panties down my legs and threw it to the side.

I fell on the bed with my back, my legs spread on different angles.

My pussy was wet as fuck, dripping profusely.

I didn't waste a second before shoving two fingers inside it

I stroked myself hard and fast. Very deep.

My fingers instantly became soiled with my milky creams, dripping down my pussy while I worked my pussy out to get an orgasm.

I remembered his stare. The way he watched me get finger-fucked by Vanessa. 

The way his hard chest and muscles glinted under the sunlight. His jawline looked the sharpest from a distance.

I imagined what his cock would look like. How big and thick it would be.

Maybe fourteen, or fifteen, or seventeen.

Or maybe even twenty inches. 

Oh fuck!

I fucked myself harder. But it wasn't enough. 

It never had. 

Maybe if I had been ruined and torn by my greatest obsession, only then would I be wide enough for my fist to fit inside my pussy. 

But no. I was still untouched.

I was just a fucking virgin Omega, dying for Alpha Lucian to notice me as his mate. And then claim me in the most painful, yet sweetest way. 

I gasped, stroking my pussy hard.

Then…

My cum erupted, shooting out like water in a balloon that just popped.

My breath hitched, my legs unsteady as I got up from the bed.

My thighs were soaked, knees almost dropping to the floor as I struggled my way to the bathroom.

My bed was dirty, messed up with my cum, messed up with my third orgasm for the day. Yet it wasn't the last.

My pussy was still aching, swollen, like my fingers weren't half enough.

It wasn't.

I pushed the bathroom door open and turned on the steam.

Maybe this would help me.

Maybe the heat would help distract my nerves and my mind from thinking about him. 

I stood in front of my reflection, staring at myself. 

Staring at how filthy, ruined and messy I looked.

My thighs were soaked with slick, fingers dripping off cum.

My face was flushed.

Not satisfied.

I still felt empty.

I’d only received fingers in my pussy since I was sixteen. 

I was fed up. Endured for so long 

I wanted cock now.

Daddy Lucian's.

I wanted him to grab my neck, rip off my panties and deep his cock inside my pussy. 

It would hurt. I would scream. Cry.

But that would only be a percentage of the ache I feel now. The ache of watching my pussy drip orgasm from my fingers fucking it instead of his cock.

I wanted my next bleeding to be caused by him ruthlessly shoving his cock hard inside me.

I wanted him to wipe my blood off. Not because I fell on the field and bruised my little arm while playing with Aiden, but because he fucked me hard and ruined my virgin cunt. 

I turned on the shower, stripped and sat under it. 

I needed to cool off. My pussy needed it more than my brain.

It had leaked so much, hurting from constant finger thrusts. 

The water rushed on me.

Then I smelled something. 

It wasn't the water. Nor bathroom fragrance. Neither was it the smell of shampoo or soap.

It was something stronger. 

Thicker. 

It smelled like pine and whiskey. 

I could feel the heat. Stronger than the heat from the steam.

Wolf heat.

It hit me, seeping through my nostrils, going inside my head.

Hell fucking no.

My pussy was leaking again, dripping slick.

I gasped and spread my legs. 

I didn't bother to look down. Didn't want to see how soaked and filthy I was.

I threw my head behind me as I shove my finger in my pussy again. 

I screamed, moaning, mouth and nose inhaling the steam floating in the air.

I pushed my finger deeper, stroking my pussy non-stop.

My moans echoed in the walls of the bathroom, the slurpy sounds of my finger dragging in and out of my pussy buried under my moans and the splashing sound of the shower hitting my stomach and boobs.

I went harder. Faster.

And then…

My cum splashed out of my pussy to the floor. 

I fell flat, watching it mix up with the flowing water, flushing out of the bathroom.

The scent hit harder again…pine. Whiskey. 

I knew it was him.

He was around somewhere, watching me suffer, watching my cunt get ruined, dying for him to notice. 

He should have smelled me by now. 

My heat-slick.

Was he trying to resist me or did he just love seeing me suffer like this?

The scent tightened. 

I couldn't hold on anymore. 

I followed it, crawling on my knees to the door.

The space was quiet but the scent tightened in the bedroom. 

My gaze shifted to the floor. There were footprints…giant, less human-like, more wolf.

My breath caught. 

H

e was really there.

Watching me. 

Watching me suffer. 

Watching my pussy get ruined with ordinary fingers. 

Watching it drip out empty orgasms.

I just sat on the door post, chest rising and falling silently, my heart pounding loudly.

My pussy still aching. Yearning for him.