Alpha Lost

Haze

"Malcolm," she whimpered his name softly.

Alpha, her Omega pleaded to its mate.

Malcolm's vision went red as his rut spiraled up from his balls turning his cock into a steel pole and blanking out his normal rational mind. Any notions of talking and explanations were quickly lost in the tide of lust and overwhelming hunger.  

His Alpha side coming to fore, Malcolm felt his normal steely control slip away.  His Alpha would keep her safe though.  Even while lost to his rut, Malcolm's Alpha side was never truly mindless.  More primal, yes.  More demanding, yes.  Filthy...oh yes.  But never truly out of control.  An Alpha completely out of control could rip an Omega apart with their bare hands.  Malcolm's Alpha would blank out anything that didn't have to do with fucking his Omega, but when it came to that - he was completely aware of how to make her scream.

"Mate," he growled with all the backing of his Alpha's dominant power rolling out through his tone. He watched and reveled in the shiver that wracked his mate's flushed body as his growl flowed through her. Impossibly, her eyes dilated even further so that even that thin blue line around her pupils all but disappeared. Selah's heat was already rushing through her, but the added scent and pheromones from his rut were all-consuming.

Continuing to growl, Malcolm flexed his hips slightly to run his cock through the dripping mess that had become his mate's cunt. Each rumble from his chest caused another fresh gush of slick to flow from the well of her pussy coating her puffy cunt lips, pale thighs and the rough flesh of his cock, balls, and muscled legs as they pressed into the V of her hips.

"Is this what you want, mate? Is this what you need? You need my thick cock filling you up?" Malcolm's questions were like a firey punch to Selah's pussy sending tendrils of flame rippling through her to end in painfully arousing cramps flaring across her abdomen.

Instinctually trying to draw her legs up to curl into her pelvis in an attempt to relieve the tightening muscles there, his massive bulk between her thighs thwarted her best efforts at closing in on herself.

"Be still," he commanded even as he continued to move against her hot center. If she could have focused on his face, Malcolm knew she would be shivering with the wicked intent the smile on his face revealed. Commanding her to be still was a sinfully impossible order. Knowing there is no way she could stop herself from shifting restlessly under him between her heat and his rut but watching her struggle to submit to his command to please him raised that part of his Alpha side that enjoyed seeing her suffer for him - for their pleasure.

Malcolm was not a true sadist, but both he and Selah had discovered the joys to be found in mixing a little pain with pleasure. He would sooner cut off his own hands before causing her any real harm, but watching her struggle to please him? Watching her succumb to her body's passion? Punishing her sweet flesh when the heat overtook her and made it impossible for her to follow simple commands? Oh yes...that he could and would do with a dark pleasure that shot fire through his blood.

Using one hand, he reached between them and gave a short, stinging slap to one of her inner thighs when her hips continued to buck for his cock to hit where she needed the pressure.

"Ah!" she cried and only bucked harder against him in response. He slapped her other thigh for good measure not wanting her to be...unbalanced.

Chuckling darkly, Malcolm stopped his tormenting thrusting between her sweet thighs and instead pressed his hips down into the cradle of hers forcing her to still just by his sheer weight on hers. "Feeling needy, Omega?" he taunted not moving his hips enough to satisfy either of them but just pulsing slightly against her clit.