Chapter 3: Last day on earth

Her pants slid down her thighs in a slow, sensual motion until they dropped at her ankles.

The man's eyes darkened, pulsing with desire. He seized her suddenly, and she felt the world sway then realized she was midair, in his arms, and he was taking her to his bed. She bounced lightly against the mattress when he put her down, but his weight had already followed, looming over her. His hands parted her thighs to form the M shape, leaving her utterly exposed to his stare. Her pussy spasmed as she watched him lick his lips, and she spread herself wider in anticipation of what was about to come.

He didn't let her wait for long. He shoved two fingers inside her, and a gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. His fingers were thick and long, grazing her walls smoothly.

"Mmmmm." She moaned, chest heaving as his fingers worked faster in her.

Her body arched off the mattress while he added another finger, touching that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and loud, mixing with her breathless moans.

“Fuck—” she choked out, clutching at the sheets. Her legs trembled, almost closing like she wanted to keep his fingers inside her, but his grip was iron, keeping her spread open for him.

"So wet." He suddenly slid out with a pop. Her eyes snapped open at the empty feeling, and her lips parted — a question about to leave her throat, just in time for him to shove his fingers in her mouth, ones coated in her juice.

She froze, but his deep, commanding voice left no room for opposition — not that she was planning to. "Lick."

Like an obedient toy, she sucked his fingers like it was cock, and he also let it imitate one by fucking them down her throat. The more she licked on those long fingers of his, the wetter her pussy got.

At some point, she was writhing, her movements delirious. Her body was craving something else, something to satiate the hunger shaking her.

The man muttered in the most thoughtful voice. "Indeed, an Omega in heat is different."

Then he took back his hand, stroking his cock. She lay there, bare and aching for him.

"Are you clean?"

She immediately nodded.

"Good."

And no further word said, he leaned closer, lining his throbbing dick at her entrance.

Her eyes widened as she felt the blunt tip try to work its way in. She held her breath, swallowing in anticipation as a rush of heat coursed through her. Her body was tense, and he gently said, "Relax."

She did.

And that was all it took for him to slide in.

Her body arched off the bed, her below felt so full and stuffed, the kind she was looking for at this moment. It was the relief she was craving, but he still hadn't moved yet, like he was trying to adjust or whatever. Unfortunately, she couldn't wait!

"Ple—please fuck me." She begged, eyes glassy, almost teary.

His lips brushed her ears. “You asked for it.”

And then he shoved inside completely in one merciless thrust.

One gasped, the other groaned as they felt each other in the darkest, most intimate way possible.

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and began fucking the life out of her.

"Pak!"

"Pak!"

Nora screamed, her head thrown back while her voice intertwined with the wet slap of their bodies in the room to form a melodious symphony.

He groaned against her neck, voice guttural. “Fuck—stop clenching so hard."

She did the opposite, for she couldn't control herself. The pleasure wasn't the kind she experienced from her lifeless toys. Each thrust and pull of this stranger's cock in her made her body shudder, her toes curling from pleasure.

He cursed, twisting her clit in a way she never thought was possible. And he didn't stop there. These two things were easily executed by him, fucking and rubbing her, and she felt her soul floating, her flesh, however, enjoying this union.

"Ahhhh!"

"Faster!"

"Deeper!" She didn't know when she began crying those three words like they were the only phrases that existed in her vocabulary.

And he obeyed.

He loomed closer than ever, his closeness forcing her legs to go to each side. He supported his weight with his arm so he wouldn't crush her, and his lower body was like a machine, unstoppable, and so was his mouth. He sucked and bit on her nipples, earning a moan from her parted lips, to which he swiftly delivered a crushing kiss, swallowing any sound she had left.

Of course, his cock was unrelenting, pounding into her as her body shifted wildly against the mattress. His balls slapped heavily against her ass, and his eyes burned golden when he took note of her twisted, pleasure-filled face.

He stared longer than he ever did, his expression shifting.

Meanwhile, Nora was too lost in their copulation to catch on to this. Or she'd have come from the raw desire brewing in his orbs.

He delivered another sharp thrust that made her eyes fly open, as his thick member reached its peak point.

Nora immediately urged. "Pull out, please."

She couldn't risk any accidental pregnancy, and good thing the man listened.

He pulled out with a slick sound, and then held his thick manhood above her. Her breath caught in anticipation, her upper body contorting sensually, unable to stay still.

And then splat...

Ropes of hot white liquid shot over her, hitting and painting her body in pearlescent stripes.

Lower abdomen, chest, neck, face...

She watched behind his cum his heavy gaze, the moan that slipped past his lips.

She lost it.

Her body shuddered, a shattering wave of orgasm colliding through her. Her pupils dilated, her voice raspy as she moaned, twisting around wildly.

After a while, she slowly returned to normal, her breath still uneven. She was clearly more relaxed, and if anything, sated.

But the man wasn't. If anything, he was the opposite.

His eyes gleamed with intensity, his cock harder than it had been earlier.

He made her assume a different position. Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in.

"Ahhhh!"

Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel.

The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

The man's phone rang so many times it seemed to have become the background music to their entangled grunts and moans, but neither turned their attention to it. They were so lost in their own world, unwilling to spare anything else a dime of their time. This continued for as long as Nora could remember; the only thing she could register was this hot stranger's cock, kisses, touches, and eyes.