Burned By Heat

Part 5 : The Mark

No one had ever said it could be like this. In fact, no one had ever said much of anything, which made absolutely no sense. How could people not know about this? How could people not know how it could be, when an Alpha lost complete control and simply... gave in.

All bars were off the cage, and he was free to do with her as he wanted. As an Alpha, he would never actually hurt an Omega during his rut. They might go further than they would normally want, which, looking back, Pansy knows now is why he had kept himself under wraps the first time.

There had been a very clear line for him, a boundary he had refused to cross, and so he had struggled to maintain control, even when everything in him had likely longed to be let free.

But this time... This time, there was no question. He was still Neville, her Neville. She could see flashes of him, the way that he ran his fingers up and down her legs, how he used questions that were consent to dirty talk her, like asking if she would like him to fuck her with his tongue, asking if she was going to scream if he tugged at her nipples... He was still Neville. And yet...

He had so easily given up the control to just be free. She didn't know what to expect, felt a thrill every time his body moved, every time he flipped her, twisted her, turned her...

He was intense and wild, verging on reckless as he tried to give everything, touch everything. He was out of control, while holding all the power, and she...

He was physically stronger than her. His scent alone had her wanting to roll over and beg to be bred. Her skin was on fire thanks to him, with the only way to soothe it being his cock deep inside of her, knotting her, breeding her. She was powerless, in that whatever he wanted to do, he could do, and even with a wand, she doubted she could stop him. With a single word he could command her, as she had given into and accepted him as her Alpha. She simply had to obey, without question.

But...

The way his eyes had sparked to life, the way his nostrils had flared, the grin on his lips, how he had dove at her with such lust, all because she demanded things from him...

Pansy knew that she had no power, and yet, all Neville seemed to want was to give her pleasure. Everything he was doing was for her. Even ignoring his cock. He was so beyond control, he couldn't even take care of himself.

That knowledge gave her power.

How could anyone say an Omega was powerless in the face of an Alpha when an Alpha would do anything for their Omega.

Anything .

She was writhing from her third orgasm on his tongue when she felt his fingers pressing at her entrance, his deep voice teasing that he was going to fuck her open with them, when she knew what she had to do.

He was going to keep going like this, servicing her, worshiping her, living for her, and she... she was done laying back and letting him take from her.

It was time to be a bratty little bitch.

"Get on your knees," she told him, pushing herself up on her forearms so she could look down at him.

Neville didn't respond and obey immediately, but he did push himself back off the bed, and sink down onto his knees, his cock hard and hanging between his legs, bobbing slightly as it pulsed.

She sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at him, then climbed down off of it to walk to him. His hand reached out to her immediately, and she let him pull her to him, his face nuzzling her stomach, breathing in her scent there, as though there was a gland. Not yet, of course. Only once she was with child. And, she definitely wasn't.