The Weak Omega

Episode four: the one night mistake

I sprinted through the silent hallways, my feet hammering the floor. I was afraid I might be seen or seen, so I dared not turn around.

With the cool night air blasting into my face, I bounded through the back gate. I continued running until I came across a direction board.

I struggled to read the contents of the little note in my hand. I glanced around the city, which was humming with different activities. My gaze fell on the motel where she requested that I spend some time hidden.

As stated on the paper I was holding, I entered and requested room 303. Before giving me instructions, the woman behind the desk gave me a quick glance.

I bowed my head in thanks, heading to the room when I saw the regent's gamma wolf along with some royal guards. I am not sure if they saw me as they began to approach my direction, but I instantly spun around and rushed into the room that had just opened.

I muttered, "Please, let me just stay here. I am sorry." I glanced through the door to make sure they had not noticed, but it appeared that they had.

"What on earth are they doing here?" I sighed with relief when I realized they were not dictating room searches.

"For what reason are you here?" It was the most angelic and demonic voice I have ever heard. A black satin cloth was draped over the man's face as I peered around the dimly lit room.

I managed to say "I am sorry," but the door was not bulging when I tried to push it open.

His breathing was fanning my face as his body pressed against mine before I could open my mouth to cry out for assistance.

He held onto me like a vice even when I tried to push him away. The heat of his breath against my skin made me shiver. My knee became icy and feeble.

He appears more menacing because the satin cloth covering his face seems to ripple with every breath.

"Please," I muttered, attempting to sound steady. With my heart pounding, I muttered, "Let me go."

My spine tingles when the man responded with a low, husky chuckle. I was pinned against the door as his body pressed closer to mine. I felt stuck, unable to move or get out.

Are you still okay with me stopping after these? His hand moved through my thighs as he asked in a husky voice.

My mouth opened to scream, but he was over it in an instant. He had a strong, red wine flavor. He was in my mouth, running his tongue over mine.

I enjoyed how his large, warm hands cradled my head and cupped my face. Suddenly I realized I was no longer fighting him.

He held me against the door with his body, his mouth luring me in with its sensual taste. The man boldly and resolutely ran his hands down my body, resting them on the swelling of my ass, over my waist.

He began to rub lightly, releasing after taking handfuls. Slowly, my skirt began to gather at my waist. I had coiled my fingers across his chest's hard, warm muscles. I said to myself, "Pectoralis muscles," as my eyes popped open.

I quickly turned my head away and pushed at him once more. He nuzzled my neck and nibbled at the skin while laughing. I shuddered at the harshness of his shadow at five o'clock.

My skirt was finally bundled at my waist after he completely moved it out of the way. His hands moved beneath my panties and pushed them out of the way. The wet silk trickled down my legs and collected at my feet in an unassuming pool. Mr. Tall and Dark took advantage of the occasion to firmly grab my ass. He touched bits of my derriere and moaned low in his throat. I persisted in pushing in vain against his chest.

"Stop this right now," was said with more breathlessness than intended.

Without seeming to notice, he shifted one hand to cover my now-exposed mound. As he kissed and sucked at the delicate skin, his lips made a wet trail down my neck.

I was about to scream, but when he put his fingers between my moist lower lips, the words that came out were completely different. His rough fingers were, to put it mildly, exploratory. They played softly over that sensitive, ready bundle of nerves, wandering the length of my slit. It was paradise. He touched me in a way I had never seen before.

I spread my legs to allow him better access and slipped my feet out of my useless underwear. I began carelessly massaging his muscular chest with my hands. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted him as I forcefully kissed him, bringing his mouth back to mine. The circuit was restarted by his fingers as they continued to flick and rub, stroking down my labia to land right at the entrance to my womanhood. As he withdrew from my swollen lips, he looked down into my eyes and proudly observed my arousal.

I was falling apart rapidly. His big hands were moving my hips, and they had complete control over me. Infatuated by the feelings, I press my pelvis against his fingers, yearning for much more. I loved the way the silky, powerful muscles beneath his neck felt as I ran my hands through the hair.

He broke off our staring contest by bending forward and putting his shirt on while he took a n****e in his mouth. I snapped. His fingers simply slipping into my body while he moaned and convulsed was an incredible orgasm.

The sensation of weakness in my legs caused my breathing to become rapid. There was a noticeable flush to my pale skin, and I knew it was hot. He rested his forehead on my head as he leaned in close. It was not until he sucked with his fingers in his mouth that I realized I was embarrassed. That was the answer.

I lost my pride to him, and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. I felt secure at his arm as I huddled closer to him.