a slight miscalculation

Chapter 11: Book Two: Chapter 2

Lisa cupped her hands over Jennie's belly, letting them rest against the subtle swell. The shape wasn't dramatic, not much different than it felt after a round of vigorous knotting, but the knowledge that Jennie was carrying her children stirred up curious feelings. She had expected to be resentful. Khanan's manipulation had caused this, and she would never have agreed to sire pups with a near-stranger otherwise. But...

But they're mine, she thought with a rush of pride. I made them. Not him. She leaned in close to Jennie's neck, inhaling her scent. It was ever so slightly different, as if it had mingled with her own. A smirk tugged at her lips, and she placed a kiss at the base of Jennie's throat, enjoying the way the omega shuddered. And she's mine, too. I chose her, I marked her, and I bred her.

The first kiss soon became a trail. She explored Jennie's shoulder with her mouth, savoring the sweet little sounds she earned when she introduced her teeth. It had been a while since their last coupling, and the length of her cock gave an eager pulse against Jennie's backside. Even though her omega had already conceived, Lisa's desire to claim and knot her was almost as strong as it had been during the heat.

"Why did I stay away from you for so long?" she purred beside Jennie's ear. Wisps of light brown hair tickled her cheek, and she found herself wondering what it would look like falling loose. She removed her hands from Jennie's stomach and began unweaving the strands . The locks felt like silk running through her fingers and she sighed with pleasure. "It's not fair that every part of you is so soft. And your scent..." She inhaled again, eyes fluttering as she held the breath inside. "If I didn't know you were carrying my pups, I'd think you were in heat again."

Jennie responded with a hard shiver. Lisa recognized it as a sign of desire at once. Her pet wasn't afraid of her this time, and judging by her smell and her body language, she was more than receptive. Eager to check, she finished undoing Jennie's braid, letting her hair spill free between her shoulder blades. It ran down her back in a shining river, but Lisa didn't tease her fingers through it again. There were other things she wanted to touch more. She slid her palm back over Jennie's belly, caressing its curve before dipping down to the waistband of her flowing pants.

That sparked a more dramatic reaction. Jennie stiffened, whimpering with what could have been a protest or encouragement. Lisa wasn't concerned. She was used to the outward signs of Jennie's inner conflict, and she knew exactly how to deal with it. "You don't want to fight this," she murmured, adding a bit of a growl to her voice. The rough edge made Jennie tremble, just as she had hoped. "I know how badly you want me to take you. Your body is practically screaming for me." She slid beneath the waistband that had been taunting her, searching for the wetness she knew she would find.

Slickness spilled onto her fingers at the first brush, and the last cords of tension in Jennie's body snapped. The omega's hips jerked forward, and she let out a moan of what sounded like relief. Lisa smiled. She had known she would win from the start, but Jennie's submission was still extremely satisfying. Certain she wouldn't encounter any more resistance, she circled the stiff point of Jennie's clit one last time before removing her hand. She sent the girl toward the bed with a firm pat to her backside, already running through positions in her head. Her cock ached at the possibilities as she hurried to strip off her own clothes. She was hungry for Jennie's naked skin against hers and nothing else would satisfy.

"On your back," she ordered when she noticed Jennie waiting hesitantly by the edge of the mattress. "Legs spread." Although she loved taking her omega from behind, she wanted full access to Jennie's abdomen. Her palms already itched to stroke it again.

As soon as Jennie obeyed, Lisa climbed between her parted thighs, clasping a slender ankle in each hand. She started to guide them around her waist, then thought better of it. A whim struck and she glanced down, studying the plump, parted lips of Jennie's pussy. The soft pink folds glistened with wetness, and her tongue grew thick in her mouth. Performing oral sex was something she rarely did. She disliked the implications of submission, and it was a lot of effort to expend for an activity that didn't provide her with much pleasure. But the impulse wouldn't leave, and suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to discover how Jennie tasted.