MY DARLING OMEGA, I AM ON MY KNEES

DISTORTED PERCEPTION?

DONOVAN’S POV

“W-What?”

My throat bobbed, and the swallowing that I had been doing all my life, suddenly felt so foreign to me and I was left there, standing like a moron.

When he looked up at me, his eyes were glazed over, his gaze only focused on me, full of devotion that was enough to get me intoxicated. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, or was it mine? I could not tell anymore, both scents mixed together in perfect symphony.

“P-please.”

That sound, goddess give me strength.

My p***y clenched just by looking at him.

He was the definition of pure sin, and I was willing to take this dance with the devil. It would be one night, let me indulge in all of my fantasies, and then I would never see him again.

I grabbed his hair tightly, and he opened his mouth, allowing me to spit inside.

“Good boy.”

He whimpered against me, and I felt that sound vibrate through my entire being.

“You’re mine now,” I murmured against his neck, my lips grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear. He shivered, and I felt the twitch of his c**k against my thigh. f**k, he was hard already.

Good, I wanted him desperate.

So that maybe then, he would feel even if it was an inkling of the way that he was making me lose my mind.

I pushed him against the rough bark of an old oak, my hands sliding down his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs. His breath hitched when I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking slow, savoring the way he groaned.

“I have been dreaming about this forever Princess, tell me how bad you want this.”

He looked up at me.

“Please—”

I tightened my grip around his shaft. “Please who?”

His eyes got even darker. “Please master.”

I gripped his hair again and lifted him to his feet before pushing him so that his back was against the tree.

I dropped to my knees, not giving a bloody damn about the fact that the soil was damp and I was going to ruin my gown, and I took him into my mouth.

He was thick, the head of his c**k hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I gagged around him, saliva dripping down his shaft. His fingers tangled in my hair, but I smacked his hand away.

“Hands off,” I ordered...

He obeyed instantly, palms slapping against the bark as I deep-throated him, my tongue swirling around his shaft before pulling back to lick his heavy balls. He was trembling, his thighs shaking as I worked him over, my free hand slipping between my own legs to rub my c**t. I was so wet, my fingers slick with my own arousal as I fingered myself while sucking him off.

“Master— I... I can’t—”

I pulled off with a wet pop, glaring up at him. “You don’t come until I say so.” His c**k twitched at the threat, pre-c*m glistening at the tip. I licked it off, savoring his taste, before dropping a quick peck on his head.

“Now,” I growled, pressing him against the tree again, “you’re going to take what I give you.”

With that, I took him in again, deeper this time, swallowing all at once until my nose pressed against his pubic bone.

I’d like to say that my head game was strong, I knew it and those lewd sounds coming out of his lips were definitely a stroke to my ego.

“Angh! Ugh! Master!”

All of those beautiful sounds he was making rushed straight to my c**t.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing my head in a rhythm that was just this side of brutal. Spit and precum coated my chin, dripped down onto his balls, made everything slick and messy and perfect.

He was fighting against every instinct not to take control, defying nature just to obey me. I felt it, every time that he held himself back from thrusting, I could feel every single tension of his muscles.

My eyes met his glossy ones, as I used my hands on what couldn’t fit in my mouth, twisting and stroking…. He was pulsing, his balls were so tight.

My little pet was close, so f*****g close…

“Please Master,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please let me come. I need—f**k, I need—”

I sucked him deeper and twisted his balls until they were painful.

That was all it took as he came with a soundless scream, pumping ropes and ropes of c*m into my mouth. I swallowed it without a second thought, milking him of everything that he had.

My hands slid down to my cunt again and I rubbed in circles faster and faster—

“Fuuuuckkkkk!” I came as well.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

That was the only thought that rushed through my head after I was finally cleared of the post-o****m bliss.

I just gave a b*****b to an Alpha out in the open, against a f*****g tree…. And I liked it?

I froze.

The man was still having shocks from what happened and wouldn’t stop shivering.

“Well, good night then.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up to leave, but he caught my hand. “Please, stay with me a little.”

Maybe I was actually losing my mind, or it was the fact that he begged so prettily, but I could not just will my feet to walk away from him.

So I did the thing that I swore to never do in this lifetime: I walked back to him, and I held him. Somehow we fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces that—

No, we did not.

This was just one night; come tomorrow, it would feel like a dream again.

His heartbeat echoed steadily beneath my ear.

I frowned.

Why the f**k was his heartbeat so...

Comforting?

Of all the people in this entire f*****g planet, why did I feel like nothing would ever happen to me while I was wrapped in his arms?

Maybe I was just dickmatized; a good b*****b could do that sometimes, distort perception.

I had no idea, but all I knew was that I was not in the mood to think anymore… I just wanted to close my eyes and just rest…