Tamed

At Peace

“That’s a good girl…fuck” Keegan praised as his rough hands trailed up her sides, caressing her feminine curves. Her head fell back, the loose strands of her hair dragging along his thighs. Swaying with every movement of her hips, a flat palm against his abdomen for balance as his hips bucked up into her needily. Her hips moving in a sensual rhythm, back and forth. Each pull brought him deeper within her, the swollen head of his cock brushing against her velvety walls. Pleasurable jolts crashing into the very fibers of her being with every meeting of their hips. His low grunts and growl like groans filling her with pride. Proud of the pleasure she could bring him. It was extremely rare for an Alpha to give control like this, many preferred to be in control at all times. Yet Keegan rolled belly up to her, to watch her ride him. The dark glint in his eyes giving away the  fact he enjoyed the show. The way her abdomen flexed with every draw of her core. He had a perfect view of every expression she made. The way her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut, the breath moans that left her. This was not the same woman he met almost a week ago, not in the least. Defensive and cautious. No, she was loving every second of this. Eager to please him, to receive the praise he would shower her with.

But if she was honest with herself, she was in heaven. She was by no means a virgin, she had her fair share of lovers before she ended up in the Omega Palace as she had. A few debts to many piling up and she resorted to something stupid. None of them held a light to Keegan, not in the slightest. The things this man did with his tongue alone drove her wild. His nonchalant personality just did something to her, he took her attitude in stride without a buffer. And it just made her want him even more,
“Keegan” She mewled, that familiar tension in her lower belly driving her on.
“Fuckin’ do it baby girl. Fuckin’ come on my cock again” He growled, planting his heels into the mattress. Canting his hips toward her, driving home with every thrust. The wonton cries leaving her lips, his hands firmly holding onto her waist.

She wasn’t the only one losing control, his knot swelling as he felt her start to come undone. Her other hand coming to his chest, bracing against him as his forceful thrusts threw her off balance. One hand stayed on her waist while the other slid up her body to her throat. If he had learned anything about Skylar in the past few days since his rut started, was that if he cut off blood flow just enough…she had the best orgasm of her life. The way her pulsing cunt milked his swelling cock for all he was worth,

“Yeah, fuck that's it darlin” He groaned, his hips stuttering as he rode out his release. His knot pushing into her, her tight cunt clenched around it.

The micro waves of pleasure washing over both of them, ragged breath filling the silence of the room.
“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit” He grumbled, pulling her to his chest with minimal effort, Her arms buckling without a fight as she laid against him. Still trying to regain her breath and calm her racing heart. The amused chuckle leaving her brought a smile to his face,

“What?” He asked, arching a brow as he watched her. Gently running his fingers through her sweaty tangled hair. Maybe he fisted the silky strands one too many times.

“You aren’t old” She said rolling those gray eyes, the fact they were tied together at the moment didn’t stop her sassy personality.

“Your only in your late twenties” She said, Keegan’s hand paused mid stroke through her hair,
“What?” Surely he didn’t hear her right.

“....You are in your late twenties right?” She looked up at him confused before he let out a deep laugh, straight from the belly.
“Oh I love you” He chortled, a shit eating grin on his face. Her confusion evident, he didn’t look a day over twenty-five maybe twenty-six? Sure he had a few silver stranded mixed in with his raven rocks, but he said he was often stressed from work. Hell she had a few all white strands scattered about herself.
“Sweetheart, I was in my late twenties about 8 years ago” He watched the cogs in her brain turn. Processing what he had said,