I must admit, I can't explain
Any of these thoughts racin' through my brain, it's true
Baby I'm howlin' for you
You shouldn't have been in there.
But his cries tore at your heart. You knew it was probably his first rut since the war. His scent hit you before you even closed the door. It was dark, and the smell overwhelmed your senses.
"Omega..."
It was low, feral. And it made you ache for him. "You shouldn't be here."
You walked over toward him, unafraid. Tilting his chin with your index finger, you caught his blue eyes in the moonlight. "You're hurting," you breathed, "you need it."
He hummed low, his hands at his sides. You knew he was afraid to touch, afraid he'd go to far. Be unable to stop himself if he touched you.
"You're hurting, too."
There's something wrong, with this plot
The actors here have not got a clue
Baby I'm howlin' for you
It was true. His rut had triggered your heat. But you were focused, determined. Your instincts won over, only wanting to please this beautiful Alpha. His cries of pain tore through you.
"Let me help you," you whispered and he shook his head. You saw his fingers twitch, a telltale sign that he was wrestling with his own instincts. The ones that wanted to pound you into the mattress.
"I won't be able to control myself."
He growled, a low rumble in his chest and you put your finger to his lip. He kissed it softly, his eyes fluttering shut. "I don't want you to control yourself, Alpha."
"I want you to lose control."
Another low, primal growl and he pulled you to him. You lifted your shirt over your head and he moaned at the sight. "See...," you breathed, "I'm on fire for you." You bit your lip, challenging him.
"Do something."
Mockingbird, can't you see
Little girl's got a hold on me, like glue
Baby I'm howlin' for you
The sound that escaped his lips made you absolutely soaked. His nostrils flared and and he groaned loudly. His metal hand moved between your thighs and ripped the thin panties from your body, tossing them unceremoniously to the floor.
"I wanna taste."
He flipped you over to you back, pushing your legs wide open, keeping you from moving. He dipped his head, nose brushing against your wet folds. He inhaled deeply and sighed.
"Smell so good, Omega. Bet you taste sweet."
He buried his face, making you scream out the second his tongue tasted you. He kept you spread open, his hands sure to leave bruises on the insides of your thighs.
He worked you like a starving man, alternating between sucking on your clit and pushing his long tongue inside your aching core. You could feel your slick running down your thighs.
You needed him.
Now.
"Baby...," he panted, "so good. You're close," he muttered, pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you out. "Feel you clenchin', Omega. God, you gonna cum for me?" You nodded furiously, unintelligible sounds coming from your lips as he pushed you closer.
"Then cum."
Throw the ball, to the stick
Swing and miss and catcher's mitt, strike two
Baby I'm howlin' for you
It was low, barely audible and it absolutely broke you. Your breath hitched and you swore you saw stars. Toes curled, back arched, you screamed out, your release hitting you like a Mack truck.
"Beautiful," he chuckled, his lips still pressed against you. He ran his tongue down your slit, savoring every single drop, not wanting to waste it. He was sure he was addicted.
He moved, stroking your thighs softly, calming your ragged breath. He was panting hard and you knew he was far from done. He slowly moved up your body, scenting you thoroughly.
Marking his territory.
"Present, little one," he breathed against your skin and you nodded, scrambling to your knees. He chuckled softly, his hands on your hips as he placed himself behind you. "Look at you," he breathed. He ran his hand over the curve of you ass and sighed heavily, taking you in.
Yes, he'd certainly lose control tonight.
"So needy, Omega. Now, take what I'm gonna give you. I promise I'll take real good care of ya, sweetheart."
Baby I'm howlin' for you
