An Omega For My Stepbrother

Chapter 3: Take What I Give You

Erica's POV

The door barely closed before he pinned me against it.

His mouth was hot, demanding, the kisses were not gentle, they were hungry and I gave as good as I got. My nails digging into his shoulders, teeth sinking into his lower lips.

"f**k," he growled against my mouth. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smirked, breathless. "Then you'll die happy."

He laughed, low and dark and then his mouth was on mine again, his hands rough as they gripped my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed against the door, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him just as hard.

His hands were everywhere, tangling in my hair, gripping my thighs, squeezing my ass as he carried me to the bed and tossed me down. I laughed and I watched as he reached into his jacket on the floor, and pulled out a condom like he'd already planned for this, which made wonder what his plans where for tonight before meeting me.

Then he was back, crawling over me, his body covering mine, his weight pinning me down.

His mouth was on mine again, his kiss bruising my lips, his hands gripping my wrists and pinned them above my head. "You're going to be mine tonight." He grow against my lips.

I laughed again. "Why don't you stop talking and prove it."

His free hand slid down my body, his fingers finding me wet and ready. He circled my c**t, slow and deliberate, his touch just what I needed.

"Please," I gasped without meaning to, my hips bucking up into his hand, but he just smirked, his fingers still teasing, still denying me.

"Beg." He said.

"Please, fuck... please, I need you." I pleaded.

He didn't make me wait. His fingers plunged inside me, two at once, curling just right and I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

"That's it," he whispered, his mouth trailed down my neck. "Take what I give you."

His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb pressing down my c**t, and I drowned in sensation, my body tightened, my breath came in ragged gasps.

The first time he entered me, it was like being split open. He was inside me in one hard thrust that stole my breath.

"f**k!"

He was big, stretching me, filing me, and it hurt, but it was a good hurt, the kind that made me want more.

"You take me so well," he groaned. "Like you were made for me."

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he set a punishing rhythm, his c**k slammed into me with a forced that made the bed creak under us. I moaned, my body trembling as pleasure and pain blurred together.

He didn't let me catch my breath.

He flipped me over onto my stomach, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades, forcing me down into the mattress and I went willingly, my ass in the air, my cheeks flushed, my body trembling with need. He spanked me, his hand coming down hard on my ass and I moaned, the sound muffled against the sheets.

"Again." I gasped.

His hand rained down my ass, the sting of it mixing with the pleasure, making me wetter, making me needier.

"You like that, don't you?" He snarled. "You like being f****d like a good little omega."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel his c**k swelling inside me, his knot threatening to form, but he held back.

"Not yet," he growled. "I want to hear you bed first."

He flipped me onto my back again, his body covering mine, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. He didn't let me moved, didn't let me do anything than take what he gave me. His thrusts were deep, relentless, his c**k hitting spots inside me.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low. "Now."

I did, my cries filling the room as he f****d me through it, his c**k never slowing down, never giving me a moment to recover.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice rough. "Just like that."

When I finally came down, I was boneless, my body limp under his, he didn't stop.

"I told you were mine tonight," he growled. "Every inch of you."

I moaned, my body arched back against his, my slick coating his c**k, my scent filling the air, I could feel his knot swelling inside me, his control was slipping, but still didn't let himself go, not yet.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back, his body covering me again. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he positioned himself at my entrance.

My eyes locked into his as he pushed inside me, Inch by inch, stretching me around him.

"f**k, you're so perfect," he groaned, his hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate thrust. "Just like this."

The room was filled with the scent of sweet and intoxicating, my omega slick mixing with his alph musk.

I could still feel his knot swelling inside me, but he still held back, his thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in short sharp gasps.

"I can't..." He groaned, his voice rough with need. "I can't hold back much longer."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as I pulled him deeper.

"Then don't," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I want to feel all of you."

"You want it hard?"

"You know I do." I chuckled.

His control snapped, his knot swelled inside me, locking us together and I felt everything except what the condom was blocking, which was somehow both a relief and the most frustrating thing.

We stayed locked together, both breathing hard, neither being able to move even if we'd wanted to. His weight was heavy on top of me, his heart was pounding against my chest and mine was doing the same.

Neither spoke for a full minute.

"So." My voice came out wrecked.

He lifted his head and looked at me. "So."

"We can't move." I said.

"No." His voice was rough.

"For how long?" I asked.

"Fifteen minutes." He said, looking almost amused.

I stared at the ceiling. "I should have known."

"You could've mentioned you were off suppressants." He said.

"You've asked." My eyes were still at the ceiling.

"True." He shifted slightly, trying to take some of his weight on his elbows and we both hissed. "Sorry."

"Don't move." My voice was sharp.

"I'm trying not to." His voice was rough.

"Try harder." My voice was cracked slightly.

He laughed and dropped his forehead to my shoulder. I felt it move through both of us and I bit down my own laugh because this wasn't funny, It was the opposite of funny.

I was knotted to a stranger in a hotel room at four in the morning and I had to be on a train home in three hours.