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There she is.
It is Friday, and I have been waiting all week for this.
Last time saw her, it was Tuesday night. Monday was shit. Tuesday-no better. Then I had to make a run out of our sector that I did not want to make. I was angry about the entire situation—but my girl, Danielle, asked me to do the job, do it well-not kill anyone, and I would get a special reward when I got back.
She sai that I could have whatever I wanted. Danielle knew, saying that, exactly what would go through my head. She knows the real me, what I want and need from her.
Sweet moments, gifts, going out to the socials, I did all that shit for her. When I could. Put on my uniform and shined my shoes. We did what she wanted. She liked to go out, mix with other couples, show off her male to the unmated and unlucky ones who chose no bond. Show herself off to the males who can no longer touch her. End of one of her special nights, I get to love her until she can’t take no more.
So, we went out. Rubbing our scent in their faces. I did that shit for her, knowing it made her feel special. I enjoyed seeing that smile on her lips.
But when it was what I wanted, we locked ourselves in at home. I didn’t need anyone to see us and I wasn’t too keen on anyone seeing her. I liked our place. We’d stock up on food, get our drone servant to prepare shit. Shut off the communicators. Then get naked and stay that way.
A week of not seeing my girl- I was going to break the platform her nest was on, again. Tear up her nest. Laughing our asses off last time, we’d managed to piece it back together with this and that. I knew this time I would ask a beta craftsman for something unbreakable. No getting around that.
Now it’s the last day of my work week. I’ve done the shit, washing off that smell of a bad sector and filling my gut with food before I arrive. Using my key, open the door, lock it behind me. It’s only seven, but the apartment is dark. It’s a small, tight place. We are new and don’t have children yet.
I’m waiting on her next heat to knock her up good, thankful that I got time to know her before our biology took over, that she wanted me, claimed me, clear-eyed and bold, before her body forced that on her.
I’m going to breed a baby in my woman. Thinking about it, imaging the sight of her belly and tits, full of the life we created, keeps me in a state of ready-to-fuck.
In that open door to our room, there are lamps lit with a fragrant clove oil. Memories of our times together are drenched in that oil. She’s waiting for me. Ready. She’s naked. Bent over our bed, face down, hands behind her back, ass out. Just how I like.
“Hey, my baby.” Naked for me, ready for me to claim her after a ridiculous time of being away.
“Sir.” She whimpers. I know the growl hits her hard. I love inhaling the bloom of her slick when it trickles down her thighs.
Seeing her like this pleases me and she knows it. I don’t care nothing about her discomfort at her body. There's no time for her wrong-headed ideas about belly fat, too big ass and imperfect tits. We dealt with that our first time getting naked. Second time I heard it I pulled her over my lap and tanned that fine ass of hers until she got the lesson.
The sight of her fills me up with pride. With peace. This woman is home.
She smells like wild red fruit, flowers, and the humid salt of her leaking slick. I’m gonna filthy up that smell with my own and this room is gonna stink with our pleasure.
“Baby. This. This is so, so nice. You ready for everything I want?”
“Yes, Sir.” She says, soft and pliant. I like she calls me that. Raised in the house of a King’s army man, she’s been calling me Sir since we met, getting my dick hard in public with that shit way before it was appropriate.
With this position, I can’t see her eyes, her face. She’s round ass and glistening crack between her legs. She’s a fearless, willing thing, the thrum of her hunger surging through our bond. It may be my reward for staying out of Alpha King Constantine Kane’s interrogation cells for the past week, but she wants this, too. Badly.
“Stand up a minute, let me see you. I missed your face.” I help her stand. Touching her skin makes my cock jump, painful and constricted in my trousers.
“Yes. Sir.” Her dark eyes go right to mine. Blushing red down to her chest, her little fleck of freckled spots stand out, an invitation for my mouth.
All her conversation is swallowed up in her arousal. Later, after this, she’ll be ready to talk, but right now she’s reduced to just a few phrases.
Pupils huge, her eyes shine. Moving her head just a bit, a curl of black hair falls over her shoulder and dips over the pink tip of her breast, brushing the hard point of her nipple. She smiles at me. “Ready, Sir. Please. Please?”
Fuck, yes.
This. This is perfection. I can lick her ready from the air. Our bond sings with all the devoted love words she can’t speak.
“In your nest. Ass up. Facing Me.”
I watch her scramble. The flash of wet pink between her thighs as she moves. The way her hair flies and her tits bounce and the shake in her ass. She’s beautiful, white cream skin and curves for days. Her breasts overflow my hands now. I’m hoping when I breed her they fill up warm with milk. For some omegas, that happens with a heat. I never thought I’d care until I met her, but she tastes so good in every way. I know I won’t mind another chance to drink her down.
I look at that ass and spank it until my hands burn. The first slap is a gasp.
“Please.” She flinches under the next slap, delivered in the exact same place.
I do it again. Five more times, watching my handprints form.
“Sir.” She cries out. Danielle doesn’t like the spankings half as much as I do. But the spanks will keep her from going off too soon and calm her down, make her keep pace with me so that we cum when I say and not whenever the hell she feels like it.
I just like spanking her. The way her flesh moves. Like it a-fuck-lot. Like everything.
I spank her until she’s jumping around like a bead of water in an oiled pan, filling up our room with little sounds.
“That’s my wonderful baby. My pretty girl. You are so good. You make me fucking proud to be your alpha. You’re so bloody perfect.” I stop and kiss one of my handprints. My words travel all through her body. Giving me more slick. The blush that starts at her neck, her hips twitch.
I undress. Shuck my shit quick.
She squeaks when I push her forward and make a space for myself. “Sir.”
“This week was a mess. I hated being away from you. I’ll tell you later what that bastard wanted me to do for him. I gotta get this debt paid off so that we don’t have to do this anymore.” Keeping her curled forward on her knees, I cover her body, hot skin to hot skin, under mine, reach around her and hug her close.
She makes little noises. Sweet little noises. “Missed you so much. Hurt. Missed you.”
“I know baby. I know. An alpha shouldn’t ever be away from his bond-mate. I’m sorry. Thank you for giving me this, being ready, opening yourself up to me as my reward. You are so amazing.”
Curled over her, I soak her in. Her ass is hot against my thighs, her slick getting me nice and wet. I kiss the back of her neck. Shoulders. Spine. Work myself down until I can find the drip of her heat. I nose her there. Smell. And taste.
She jerks.
I slap her thigh. “Did I say you could move?”
“No Sir,” Danielle whines.
I pet her. Just a little. Lightly. Trace her vulva. Her clit is swollen, exposed without a single touch, ready to be pleasured.”
“You are my fucking bliss. This Ass. This body. You. All of you. To give me this.” I speak against her skin, my cheek against her thigh so that she feels the heat of my breath. She’s arched high, presenting her sex for me, wanting what I’m gonna be giving her.
“Yes, sir. Please?”
I chuckle. No patience at all. “Thank you for this. For giving me the gift of you. Been a long week. Every time something went wrong and I wanted to kill someone, I thought of you. Calmed me right down. Thought of your gift. And I walk in and see you ready for me? Waiting just for me. That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Brave girl. So proud of you. Thankful for you. I am gonna eat this sweet pussy, drink this slick mess, that you got all ready for me. That is hot and swollen for me. You want that, right? My mouth on you?”
Her body shakes. Her head turns to look at me and face red, pupils blow, hunger revealed. I love how her face looks like that when she gets turned on.
“Sir. Sir. Please?” I know she wants to say more, but the words are stuck somewhere, drowned by need. She’s told me she can't think past my voice and my cock sometimes. And this is one of those times.
It’s a huge compliment, swells my idiot head. My cock hurts with how ready I am. I could knot her in seconds at this rate, one hump and I’m a goner.
My omega wants what I want and will take whatever I give her. “You are gonna be my good girl?”
More noise, I’m leaking pre-come as much as she is pouring slick down her thighs. I know she can smell it and it’s making her drool.
I kiss her thigh. Sink my teeth in light. Suck. Then move into the first part of my reward. The first part of my Friday night and a long, perfect weekend.
Fuck yeah. All weekend we aren’t going anywhere. Every part
of her is mine.