Bewitched, p.9
Bewitched, page 9
Layla tried to move, pushing her chest into his hand, pulling her bottom back against his cock. There was a new stretch bordering on pain. His cock? No, another finger. So good and full. She’d never felt full before.
She grabbed the striped pillow, twisting the material between her fingers. “Alpha?” she begged.
He was moving behind her, his cock rutting against her bottom. Fucking, but not. She wanted Alpha inside her, but he wasn’t, not like she wanted. She wanted him everywhere, consuming her.
“Let go, kitten,” he whispered. “Show me how you love this, little omega.”
Layla tensed and came. She cried out wordlessly. Her mind fizzled and popped as her body spasmed, her thighs clamped around his hand, keeping him deep inside her. Yes, yes, yes.
He held her in place as he rutted against her back, his cock hard and unyielding.
It was so strange on the other side of her orgasm, like she wasn’t really there. Maybe she never had been.
Jaxon gripped her hip, squeezing roughly. He gasped and groaned as her bottom took his rough humping. She was going to have bruises.
Layla tried to pull away, but Jaxon growled, pulling her closer to his body. He grabbed her neck, making her back arch against his chest. His fingers were sticky with her slick. She could smell herself, that too-sweet scent. She felt sick.
“Fuck,” Jaxon snapped. He gave a few more erratic thrusts and stilled.
Jaxon’s grip on her loosened, and Layla scrambled away from him to the back of the closet. She pressed herself into the wall. What was she doing? There was no escape this way.
She watched him lick his fingers clean of slick in the dark.
She was embarrassed and afraid. There was a raging hot war inside of her, a need to please him but with a deep, unabiding fear and a shame so ingrained in her being that she couldn’t begin to process where it came from. It shouldn’t be like this.
She wrapped her arms around herself and pulled the overlarge shirt over her knees. She was dizzy and cold. Her brain was moving so slowly.
Jaxon stayed where she had left him, stretched out in her nest amid the blankets and pillows. She couldn’t see him very well in the dim light. Was he mad at her? He smelled angry. He always smelled so angry.
Did she make him do something he didn’t want to do? Omegas were like that. Always ruining things. Her mother said so.
She needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasn’t mad at her. Another omega. That might help. Another omega would know how to help. “Can I call Roan?”
Jaxon stopped licking his fingers like a satisfied cat and stared at her. “You already talked to him. Remember? He’ll stop by in a few days.”
Layla cocked her head. When did that happen? She hasn’t talked to him in months. “No, I didn’t. We don’t talk. I don’t… Did I?”
He reached for her, but she dodged his hand.
“Can I call him again?”
Jaxon’s brows lifted. “It’s really late, Layla. He’s asleep.”
“It’s late?” She hugged herself. That didn’t sound right either. She should be home in her dorm.
“Yes, kitten,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a child. “He told you to build a nest.”
Layla looked down at the piles of blankets and pillows she was messing up with her fidgeting. It wasn’t pretty. She was making a mess. She wiped tears from her cheeks and started to rearrange the little corner of her nest. It had to be perfect, or her Alpha wouldn’t want her.
“It’s a very nice nest,” Jaxon said.
It wasn’t. It smelled like filthy omega slick. She shivered. “What’s wrong with me?”
Jaxon was quiet for a moment, but he finally answered. “You’re having a breakout heat from your medication failing. It’s still blocking a lot of your hormone receptors. And the alcohol on top of it didn’t help.”
Layla trembled, cold overtaking her. “I’m not supposed to feel like this?”
“No.”
She covered her mouth to keep her sob inside, but her fingers smelled like slick. She gagged.
Jaxon moved, pulling her hands down and tugging her away from the wall. “Shh.”
“How do you know?” she asked. Why did he know so much, and she knew so little? It wasn’t fair.
He pulled her close to his body, his heat seeping through the layers of their clothes. “I’ve seen it before. It wasn’t pretty then. It’s not pretty now.”
“I need a doctor.”
Jaxon nodded; his hands were at her waist, holding her in his lap. “After your heat. Anyone comes in here right now, I’ll kill them. I can take care of you.”
Layla turned on him and tried to shove him away. He couldn’t tell her what to do. This wasn’t happening to him. His body wasn’t trying to burn itself out. His mind wasn’t a collection of conflicting wants. “This isn’t affecting you!”
Jaxon grabbed her arms and easily pinned her to the floor again. His face was close to hers, terrible scaring right in front of her eyes. “Don’t assume my control for immunity. I am as bound to this biology as you are. You have no idea what your smell does to me. No idea what I want to do to you. No idea what I will do to you if you push me, little beta-wannabe.”
His eyes were dark and hungry. She feared him. The way he meant every word. The way he stared at her neck. She looked away, submissive. “Don’t bite me. Say-say it. Say you won’t bite me.”
Jaxon drew away and laid back down on the blankets and pillows. “It’s late. You should try to sleep while you can.”
Now she knew he was ignoring her on purpose. Her lip trembled.
He patted the blankets beside him. His eyes were closed, not looking at her. She really was tired. Sleep would help, maybe.
She crawled to the open spot beside him. She trembled with cold as he pulled a blanket over her and wrapped an arm around her middle. It wasn’t what she wanted, but at least she was warm.
Chapter 10
Layla was asleep, but then she wasn’t. She still felt asleep, but it was somehow less. Someone was above her, touching her. She wasn’t afraid. She knew him. He smelled good. Like cinnamon and anger. Did anger have a flavor? Alpha. That was a name she knew.
Alpha was purring, a deep, insistent rumble that made Layla gooey in all the nicest places. Slick and yearning. She was dreaming. She had to be. Nothing felt that incandescent in real life. He was touching her everywhere, not just his hands but his body. He was bare, and so was she. Hot skin against hot skin.
She kept her eyes closed, lolling in the quiet space between waking and dreaming. It was a nice place to be. No worries. Just warmth.
Alpha pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and the sharp ache traveled down to her center and back out to her fingers and toes. Layla moaned and arched into him.
“Shh,” Alpha said, “go back to sleep.”
Layla nodded and let her head fall back. Sleep sounded good. Alpha would keep her warm and keep touching her. He ran his thumb over her hardened nipple. She whined, and Alpha shifted above her, his thigh pressing between her legs. Oh, that was nice. She rocked against him.
“Sleep,” Alpha whispered close to her ear.
“I am sleep,” Layla said drowsily. She tried to pat his arm, but her uncoordinated flailing hit the wall with an unpleasant thud instead.
Alpha chuckled. “None of that now, relax.”
Layla huffed. He couldn’t tell her what to do. She turned her head into his chest, searching for more of his delicious scent. He was hairy, not like those smooth beta boys at school. Why did she ever think a beta was good enough? Layla flicked her tongue out, finding salty sweat and skin. Mmmmm. Delicious.
Alpha hummed. “Want something, kitten?”
Yes. Layla opened her mouth and sank her teeth into the meat of his chest. Alpha’s yelp turned into a groan, and he pushed his thigh harder into her core.
“Not a cat,” she said primly, even as she humped against his leg, leaving behind a patch of fresh slick.
Alpha’s hand slipped under her head, wrapping his fingers into her hair. God, he was massive. She shuddered.
“No, you’re not,” he agreed.
Layla smiled. No kittens here, just darkness and sleep and one very big alpha.
Alpha pressed her face against his neck, and Layla tongued at the skin below her mouth. Cinnamon and something muskier burst across her tongue. It was delicious. Better than salt and pumpkin spice and caramel all together. She suckled and moaned, flexing her hips against his thigh.
“Alpha,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Alpha said.
Layla shivered. She was a good girl. It was expected. Good, perfect Layla. It was practically tattooed on her forehead, and everyone was just waiting for her to screw up. No one ever told her she was a good girl.
That wasn’t quite true. Jaxon called her a good girl, but he was a rude alpha, not like her Alpha.
Her Alpha was sweet and purring and knew just how to touch her. Touch her. That’s what she needed. His thigh wasn’t enough anymore. She needed more. She slipped her hand between her legs to her clit. With his taste on her tongue, her first touch was ecstasy. She moaned into his neck.
Alpha moved his leg, much to her disappointment, but it was quickly replaced with his hand, his fingers at her core.
“Do you want something inside you?” Alpha asked in a deep rumble.
Layla nodded frantically. She had never wanted something inside her so badly. She ached. She craved. She obsessed. If she could see, she would have been embarrassed, but the darkness hid her sins well enough.
He touched her core, not quite pressing inside. “Go ahead. I’m right there. Show me how much you want it.”
Layla opened her eyes, but the dark was too complete to see him. She moved, positioning herself to sink down on his fingers.
Alpha groaned. “Good girl.”
He was inside of her. It was a nice stretch. It satisfied the itch, for now. Alpha was still, but she was moving, letting his fingers pump in and out. So good.
Alpha pressed his whole body down on hers, making her work to move on his fingers. She grumbled in frustration. She couldn’t move as much as she wanted. He couldn’t get as deep.
Suddenly, his teeth were on her shoulder. It wasn’t a mating bite, but it felt so good, the twinge of pain combined with the stimulation of his fingers. Oh, yes. She wanted to bite him too, but she couldn’t reach him with his hand in her hair holding her down.
“Alpha,” she whined.
Alpha groaned and rocked against her. She could feel the heat of his cock against her thigh, too far away from her core. She wanted him there.
“Alpha,” she panted with more urgency.
“Omega,” he whispered. “Good omega. Keep moving, pretty girl.”
Layla groaned. Her body was alive with need. She sank her fingernails into his shoulder as she worked her clit with her other hand. She needed to hold on to him before she burst and flew away into a thousand pieces.
“Alpha,” she said.
“Yes, kitten,” he said. Alpha kissed her neck, licking across her scent gland.
He pulled her head to his neck again, and she searched out his scent gland, found the gland at the crook of his neck and shoulder. She tentatively pressed her teeth into the gland, and cinnamon burst across her tongue.
Alpha groaned, interrupting his steady purr. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Oh, he liked that. She pressed her teeth harder into the patch of skin, and Alpha cursed colorfully again. Layla giggled.
Alpha pulled his fingers from her as he lifted off of her. Layla slumped back into her blankets and whined. She had been so close. She needed him back inside.
“Alpha, please,” she begged.
Alpha shushed her, pushing her legs further apart until she cradled his hips between her thighs. She brought her knees up, squeezing against him. She needed him inside her again, chasing the itch away.
His cock lay against her entrance, threatening to press inside. Slick poured from her. Making her want. Layla groaned, grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. She needed to be full.
Alpha inched forward, pushing inside. It was a strange feeling, larger than his fingers, less pliant. She whimpered tearfully, and Alpha shushed her. His cock was big. Bigger than she expected. She had never attempted anything so large, even by herself.
She hissed and pushed at him to slow, and Alpha moved his hand to the back of her neck. He massaged his thumb over her mating gland. Layla groaned and fell limp. Her whole body relaxed without her permission. It frightened her as much as it aroused her. Alpha was taking care of her. Alpha knew best.
He continued to break her open, forcing her to make room. He pushed his cock deep inside, so deep she thought she would gag. She was impaled. She couldn’t move. It was just Alpha telling her what she needed.
Alpha touched her as he rocked inside, stroking down her hip and over her ribs. Petting her like he would gentle a frightened dog.
“Layla,” he groaned.
She smiled. That was her name. Alpha liked her.
Alpha moved slowly, inching out and then back. Layla raised her hips to meet his stroke. It was better now. Good even. Alpha knew what he was doing.
Sex had never felt this good, but she had never slept with an alpha before, either. Too dominant and scary, but not her Alpha. He wasn’t taking from her. She was giving. Happily. Willingly. He was a good alpha.
He pulled out completely and pushed back in with one long stroke. Layla moaned. So good. The pressure coming and going. Stretching her and retreating.
Alpha purred at her whimpers and stroked her hair. It was nice. Sweet.
She opened her eyes, her head turned to the side. She focused on the light leaking through the edges of the closet. Right. That’s where she was. She was in her little nest in the dark — like her favorite spot under her bed.
Alpha panted over her, his breath close to the top of her head. His thrusts became harder, rougher. She tried to meet his thrusts, but he grabbed her hips, holding her in place.
“Omega,” Alpha moaned. “I’m going to knot.”
It was a warning of a sort. Something new was about to happen. The knot at the base of his penis would swell, causing reciprocal swelling in her vagina. She would be knotted. Tied. Trapped. She had seen it in porn. Not a good look; she had always hit the cancel button before it was over.
Now, it would happen to her, and she couldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. She needed him deep inside her, fucking her full until she couldn’t breathe.
Layla shivered.
Alpha’s thrusts became shorter, faster, his knot swelling and hampering his movements. Layla pushed against sweat-slick skin. He was naked, and so was she, and he was inside her. It felt so good and so right.
He shoved in hard, knot forced between the spasming muscles of her core. He already filled every space inside her. How was there supposed to be more?
Layla groaned, clawing at his back. Her insides spasmed, grabbing and locking on to his knot. Everything went fuzzy just before her whole body seized.
She gasped, clamping her thighs around his waist as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her. It seemed to go on forever, her body tense and pulsing to her heartbeat. Alpha held her through it all as everything became dizzy, and the air was sucked from the room.
Layla fell limp to her nest of pillows and blankets. She was dizzy and confused, sort of drunk, where everything wasn’t connecting in a straight line. The alpha continued to rock against her, and she didn’t have the strength or coordination to fight him.
Where was she? It was really dark. The smell of virile alpha was all around her.
The alpha’s lips were at her neck, sucking and pressing his teeth into her mating gland, forcing another small orgasm to ripple through her. Slick poured from her, working its way past the knot and over the blankets.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered into her skin.
She knew that voice. Jaxon? Where was she?
She pushed his face away from her neck and forced herself to focus. Black hair. Scarred face.
She shoved at Jaxon in a panic. He was touching her. He was inside her. Knotted. Stuck. It wasn’t supposed to be him! There was another alpha. Where did her nice alpha go?
“Alpha?” she called out. She had to find her Alpha.
Layla tried to shove him off, tugging on the knot clamped deep inside. It hurt, oh it hurt, but she had to escape. Surely, if she just pulled hard enough.
Jaxon growled, shoving her back down into the blankets. “Stop that,” he snapped.
Layla cringed. She wanted to get away, hide in her corner. But there was no corner now, no safe retreat. She never wanted to be with an alpha. “Let me go,” she begged.
“No, I can’t.”
She knew that. She had to wait. She had covered her ears in health class when the topic came up, but she still knew. It was never supposed to be something she needed to know. Knotting was for omegas, never for her. But she could feel him inside, his spend soaking into her channel and finding its way north. It was a strange sensation that she didn’t particularly like.
“Why?” she begged. There had to be a way. “Please, where did Alpha go?”
Jaxon wrapped his arms around her and pressed her into the blankets. “Shh, kitten. Your alpha is right here.”
“Where?” she wailed. He wasn’t anywhere. He had left. Disappeared like he never was.
Jaxon scowled at her, a terrible angry visage.
Layla shrank away, but he didn’t let her go far.
Jaxon ran his fingers through her hair, combing it back from her face. She let him. Panic tore at her insides. She could feel her heart beat in a rapid staccato. Should she be able to feel her heart? Could Jaxon hear her mind screaming?
“Do you know where you are?” Jaxon asked.
Layla glanced around at the piles of blankets and pillows, at the hanging shirts that brushed Jaxon’s back. “My nest.”
She hated it. Something was really wrong with her nest. Oh no. That’s why Alpha left. Her nest wasn’t good enough. She knew it was bad. Why didn’t she work harder? She pawed at the closest pillows, but Jaxon wouldn’t get off of her to let her fix it.
