My dear Omega 2

Instead, he kept licking, stroking, more fervent than before. His tongue battered furiously at her clit. His fingers lanced deep inside her wet and soon-to-be eager warmth. He kept pumping those fingers, like two miniature cocks, as his teeth tenderly captured her clit and squeezed it without biting – his attack as disciplined as it was devastating.

Abruptly, she realized that she was bucking her hips, thrusting her crotch towards his face. She had unwillingly given him yet another sign of her surrender. ‘No, what are you doing, Bia? No…’ Her wolf cried helplessly.

She tried to summon up a fresh burst of self-loathing, but she was too mentally drained to even care and didn’t reply her wolf. Her delicate face scrunched up with pent-up desire as she felt heat permeate her body, especially the spot between her legs. She began to quake, holding off the impending convulsions which would send her to oblivion. Her nipples hardened almost painfully now, and her cream trickled onto Simeon’ tongue. The man took the sign as encouragement, redoubling his efforts. He plunged his fingers all the way inside her and nipped at her clitoris hard as she felt herself lose control.

“Alpha Simeon!” she groaned. Her hips thrashed. He grasped her by the waist and held on, licking, sucking and swallowing her fluids as her pussy tried valiantly to flood the sheets.

Bianca’s hands clenched up and pulled uselessly against the ropes that bound her. It took maybe minutes, but to Bianca it felt like so much longer.

She felt her cunt’s spasms as her fluids continued to pour between Simeon’ lips. Finally, she came back to earth. Her heaving breasts slowly stilled, and she looked down as Simeon pulled back, licking his chops. His face glistened with her cunt cream, and his eyes stared intently at her with a devotion that sent chills down her spine.

“My beautiful, sweet Bianca. Your nectar is the taste of heaven. I will never grow tired of it. I’m glad we’re mates”

‘I wish you would, you bastard!’ Bianca almost spat that at him, but she couldn’t. She had to behave. The clever, hopeful, scheming part of her still saw escape as an option. Over the course of the last few weeks, she’d tried several times, and each time he’d caught her, she’d lost what few ‘privileges’ she still had. She’d been reduced to…being tied up naked whenever he went out. It was humiliating. It was so many things she could hardly even acknowledge, even to herself.

“Are you going to rape me again?” she said. Her tone accused him, and for a moment he looked hurt.

“Does the pleasure I give you mean nothing? If it is so unwanted, why did you open your legs wider for me, Bianca? Why did you welcome me? Why was your body hungry for my touch?”

Technically, she could have stopped him from performing his cunnilingus. Her wrists were tied, but her ankles weren’t. She could have closed her legs. She could have kicked him. Why hadn’t she?

She told herself that all she’d done was give in to the inevitable. She’d just been playing along. It didn’t mean anything. Not really.

Still, that wasn’t the point! With her emotions at war, her wolf jeered in, ‘If you butt heads with Simeon at every turn, how will you ever earn back his trust?’

She looked away with a sigh. Then she looked back at him. He turned away.

“I was going to suggest you help me cook today. I have a new lasagna recipe I thought would be fun for us to make,” Simeon said. “But now I see you aren’t in the mood. I will leave you to rest for a while longer and come fetch you when the food is ready.”

“Please wait,” Bianca sputtered. Her face softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just…untie me and I’ll help you with the lasagna.” Simeon regarded her carefully. He shook his head.

“I don’t think so. I can see the rebellion in your eyes. You’re not sincere about wanting us to spend time together. I haven’t broken your resistance yet. It’s a pity.” He moved off of the bed. She was desperate now. So she said the one thing that she knew would stop him cold in his tracks.

“Fuck me.”

Simeon froze.

Bianca licked her lips. “I want your cock inside me. The pleasure you give me…it does mean something. I know you aren’t completely evil. Part of you cares about me, the mate bond is still active too and your own sick, twisted way. I’m…I’m…maybe that’s why I’m tired of fighting you, okay?”

 She widened her legs so that he could see the pink of her exposed pussy. “So, go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Then untie me and let me help you make lasagna. I won’t try to escape, I give you my word.”

Would it work? She had to hope. She prayed that the sincere look on her face would be enough. She did mean it, the part about not believing him to be totally evil. She didn’t hate him, as much as she had every reason to and every right to…

He rubbed his chin and gave her an appraising stare. He leaned down and his fingers gently fingered her quim. She sighed and tried to revel in his touch. She looked at him and let the pleasure show clearly on her face as he began to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

“You give me your word? No escape attempts?” he leaned half-way onto the bed. While his one hand continued to fondle her soft folds, his other hand gently cupped her right breast.

“I give you my word, Alpha Simeon. Please.”

The muscular Alpha abruptly stood up and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to his ankles before taking off his socks, stepping out of the pants to kick them away.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the hunger lighting his eyes up in a way that made him look more than just human.

 Soon he was as naked as Bianca. He had a magnificent cock. His wolf growled at Bianca’s a and this made Bianca cringe.

She couldn’t help from staring at that erection, his manhood elongated and yearning to be buried deep inside her. His eyes roved reverently up and down her bare skin. He slid his body atop hers. She looked deeply into his eyes. The slender brunette gasped as she felt his rigid shaft slide easily into her moistened sex, like a sword slamming home into its proper sheath.

“Mmm. Darling, you feel like a goddess around my cock,” Simeon growled. “If tasting you was heaven, then submitting to the sensations you give me right now…words fail me,” he grunted, pulling his hips back only to plunge them forward, fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts.

Bianca stared into his eyes as she felt him pound her snatch with a steady cadence. She opened her legs wider and tried to relish the feel of his shaft ramming so deeply. Maybe it was wrong, but she was still a woman and he was still a man. Certain primal things couldn’t be wished away. He was making love to her – savagely, yes, and possibly against her will…or at least the fragments of her will that still resisted.

“Alpha Simeon…please untie my wrists. Please,” she begged. His eyes flared with suspicion. His hands clamped onto her wrists.

“Sorry, baby. You know I can’t do that. Enjoy the ride, darling. I love you so much.” He leaned down to kiss her, and she accepted it. She kissed him back. Her tongue made a voracious pass at his, and he responded with the same amorous passion.

Their bodies joined again and again as the mattress shook. His cock plunged until he vanished completely in her warmth, only his jostling testicles still visible. Then he would pull back so that his cock, shiny and glistening with her fluids, gleamed for just a moment before it vanished once more. He fucked her like this for maybe a half hour.

 His stamina served him well, and by the time he was nearing climax, Bianca couldn’t deny her own lust. Her wolf is getting out of hand after that short period and before she could know it,

She was panting as he fucked her.