Page 12 of Buying the Omega
Jonah
After Autumn gives her father the proverbial finger the ceremony is a blur. Eric is sullen for the entire ceremony and tries to object once more before we are officially married. Soon we are in my black pickup truck, speeding toward my—our—home. We are driving down a rural lane when it finally hits me. The omega beside me is mine.
My omega.
My wife.
My future.
My Autumn.
I war with myself internally, knowing I need to get her home before laying another hand on her, but her scent is saturating the cab of the truck and driving me insane. I can smell her pussy even with the window open and I know I won’t be able to wait.
Pulling off to the side of the lane, I stare at her.
“Jonah? Is something wrong?”
“Listen carefully, Autumn. I wanted to do right by you. I know you have been sheltered your whole life and last night was hard enough on you, but I won’t be able to hold back. I need to mark you and make sure you can never be taken from me…”
“What?” Her fear taints the air around us, thrusting my arousal higher.
“Get out of the truck and run, baby girl. The house is a mile from here in that direction.” I point out the windscreen. “If you want to be fucked on a soft bed for your first time as my omega, my wife, you’ll need to make it there before I catch you.”
“You can’t be serious!” she exclaims, clearly shocked.
I lean over her, my frame so much larger than hers, pushing open the door on her side of the cab. “If I catch you, Iwon’t care where we are. I will fuck you, knot you, and mark you. You can be sure of that. I have waited long enough to make you mine.”
Something in my voice or my features must convince her of this truth because a moment later, she jumps out of the truck taking off at full speed. I watch her disappear between the trees in the direction I pointed. My breathing is harsh as I give her a head start.
Her legs are much shorter than mine, after all. I fight to remain seated but I can’t sit there for long and soon I am sprinting after her. Her scent clings to the forest, strawberries and cream laced with fear and even a little excitement. That’s an unexpected yet pleasant surprise.
I let my senses lead me, surprised that she has made it this far. But we are still not near the house, and I know in my heart I will fuck my new wife on the forest floor. I spot her in front of me and pick up the pace. Her breathing is hard as she tries to run faster, fighting to get away from me. But that isn’t in the cards.
I catch her around the waist and pull her against my chest bringing us both to an abrupt stop. She squirms in my hold, trying to fight me off but all that does is rub her perfect, plump ass against my cock.
“Got you,” I rasp in her ear.
“Jonah, please,” she begs breathlessly.
“Anything, Autumn. I will give you anything after I’ve claimed you,” I say as I lower her to the ground. “You’ll forgive me for this eventually.”
She raises up on all fours and tries to crawl away from me, but I have a firm grip on her ankles, pulling her back to me. I flip her pretty red dress over her full ass to expose her white cotton panties to my gaze, a wet spot already forming on the material. The sight driving me to the brink of madness.
“No!” she wails loudly as I run my finger along the fabric, her slick already clinging to it.
Her mind may be at war with what is happening right now, but her body is ready for me. As an omega, she has no control over her body’s reaction. It knows that an Alpha is ready to knot and breed her little pussy and it is preparing to take my hard length.
She tries to crawl away once more and I land a brutal blow to her left ass cheek, drawing a pained moan from her. Interesting. I should be disturbed that the sound drives my arousal higher, but I couldn’t care less.
“Don’t fight me, baby girl. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you and I know you must still be sensitive from everything we did last night,” I say, ripping her underwear from her body. “But you can be sure I will. I won’t be denied this perfect, dripping pussy for another minute.”
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Autumn
He thrusts a thick finger inside my sex and the first tear spills down my cheek. My mind and body are conflicted. I love the thrill of the chase, but my mind is screaming that this is wrong. That allowing him to fuck me like an animal on the forest floor isn’t something I should enjoy even though my body is singing, and my pussy is begging to be filled by him. My words are a direct contradiction to the way I feel right now.
A sound I’ve never heard falls from my lips as heat works its way through me. I can’t believe I’m moaning at his intrusion. This entire situation is fucking with my head.