My Best Friend Father's Omega

Chapter 20: No More Alphas

Iris's POV

He set the phone down, face-down.

Then he turned back to me, and his eyes were black, his pupils blown so wide there was barely any grey left.

His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek before his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to command.

"On your hands and knees. Now." His voice was sharp.

I moved. There was no thought, no hesitation, my body obeyed before my mind could catch up, my muscles trembling as I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up onto my hands and knees.

The position was vulnerable, my ass in the air, my back arched, offering. His hand slid up my spine, his touch possessive, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was branding me.

"You’re mine, Iris." His words was low and dangerous. "Say it."

"I'm yours." It came out a gasp.

His other hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, his fingers spreading me open. I felt the cool air against my wetness, felt how exposed I was. His c**k, thick and hard, pressed against my entrance, but he didn’t enter. His free hand came down sharp on my ass, the crack of skin on skin echoing through the room. I yelped, more from surprise than pain, but the sting bloomed into heat, pooling low in my belly.

His hand squeezed my ass where he’d spanked me, his fingers digging in.

"Such a soft girl." The praise sent a shiver through me, my body clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. His c**k pressed forward, just the tip, stretching me, teasing.

"You let him text you?" His voice was a snarl, his hand wrapping around my throat, pulling me back against his chest.

His other arm banded around my waist, holding me flush against him, his c**k notched at my entrance but not inside.

"Answer me." His teeth grazed the shell of my ear, his breath hot and dangerous.

"He...he just wanted to help..." I gasped as his c**k pushed in just a fraction more, the stretch delicious. "With my heat... I didn’t think..."

His grip on my throat tightened, just enough to make my pulse pound. "You should’ve." His hips rolled, his c**k sliding in another inch, and I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.

His teeth sank into the junction where my neck met my shoulder, not a bite.

The sting of it shot straight to my c**t, and I whimpered, my body tightened around him.

"No one touches what’s mine." He said, and then he slammed into me, his c**k thick and relentless, his hips snapping against my ass with a force that stole my breath.

I cried out, my fingers digging into the sheets, my body taking him, stretching around him, owned by him.

He f****d me like he was punishing me. Like he was erasing every other touch I’d ever known. His hand on my throat kept me pinned, his other arm banded around my waist, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his c**k hitting that spot inside me that made my vision white.

I was loud, sobbing, begging, screaming, and he loved it.

His growls were feral, his teeth scraping my shoulder, his grip bruising.

"You’re mine," he snarled, his hips slamming into me, his c**k swelling, his knot beginning to form. "Say it again."

I was past words, my body coiling, my orgasm right there, but he denied me, his pace slowing, his thrusts shallowing, his c**k teasing me with the promise ff release but never giving it.

"Rafael..." My voice was broken, my body shaking.

He chuckled, dark and satisfied, his hand sliding down to circle my c**t, his fingers tightening just enough to keep me on the edge. "Not yet."

His teeth sank into my shoulder again, harder this time, and I screamed, my body convulsing around him.

"You come when I say you come." His fingers pressed harder, his c**k pounding into me, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, my body milking him.

He groaned, his knot locking us together, his c*m filling me, marking me. I could feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, and it made me whimper, my body trembling with aftershocks.

He didn’t let me collapse. His arm banded around my waist kept me upright, his c**k still buried inside me, his knot holding us together. His other hand reached for the phone on the nightstand, his fingers unlocking it before pressing it into my hand.

The screen was still open, Zach's name at the top, his message"Hey, heard you're dealing with your heat alone. I'm registered for heat assistance if you need someone. No pressure," simple and innocent, but it didn’t matter.

"Delete his number." It wasn't a request. It wasn't even a command.

My fingers trembled as I obeyed, hitting delete, watching the contact disappear.

His hand cupped my jaw, turning my face to his. His eyes were black, his expression possessive.

"You did very good." His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss deep and claiming, his tongue invading, owning.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged.

His hand slid down to grip my hip, his fingers digging in, and then he moved us, rolling onto his back, taking me with him, my body straddling his, his c**k still locked inside me.

We stayed like that for a long time, knotted, breathless, his hands roaming over my skin, his touch possessive but gentle.

The heat was quiet now, like the quiet after a thunderstorm.

His fingers traced patterns on my back, his other hand tangled in my hair, petting me like I was something precious.

"You did so well." His praise sent a shiver through me, my body clenching around his knot.

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to grip my ass.

"Greedy omega." I whimpered, my face burning, but I didn’t deny it.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He ignored it, his focus entirely on me. His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft now, them, the possessiveness from earlier reduced, but no less intense.

"No more alphas, Iris." He said.

I swallowed, my throat tight.

"No more," I whispered.

His thumb brushed my lower lip, his expression unreadable and then he kissed me, slow, deep, like he was sealing a promise. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

"Good girl," he murmured.