Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

I wake with an anguished cry.
My body ripples strongly, the clenching deep within my core a spastic jolt. On my back, I breathe heavily, trying to steady the hectic rush of air throughout my lungs as my heart slams powerfully. Sweat coats me, the perspiration glistening off the glowing lights from my dim lit nest. Fabric beneath rustles with my movements and I moan at the sensitive abrasions they cause against sensitized flesh.
There is a drumming, the sound seemingly beating in time with my heart. Heavy in thought my mind is cloudy which has me come to realize my Heat has returned from its reprieve. The hard points of my nipples stab the air, the beads of the Bonding gown grazing torturously across the nubs. I search the Nest for any sight of my Alpha and a whimper of distress escapes.
"Wolveryn" Comes my whisper of distraught, so thoroughly I ache my soul feels torn asunder. His scent is strong, and my mouth is brought to watering at the great inhale taken in. Nose a lift, I follow the trail of my Alphas pheromones before I freeze, struck still.
Woleveryn form rests ahead, a looming specter seated atop the nest edge.
Shadow obscures his form from full view, the glow of tribal tattoos adorning one side of his face only adds to the obscurity. Dim light breaks very little of the shadow, yet a small streak cast a beam across Wolveryns features to reveal blown eyes of obsidian black. He sits starkly nude in all his sinful glory, a Vengeful God come to collect his due. He is unblinking as those wicked black orbs pierce me with their glare.
"Come, Rowen '' are the words that reach from the shrouded twilight. Cold, whispered steel.
I whine, a twitch jumping beneath the skin. Rising to my knees, instinct dictates submission in this moment. Limbs tremble as they slowly carry me to the Alpha sitting powerfully throned. Throbbing beats hard within my chest. My core, my blood. Shadow further shrouds him as I near on hands and feet; he yet waits for myself sacrificial arrival.
Soon I arrived before him, trembling. Alert. Anxious. Wolveryn's gaze remains on me through my approach, heat and possession a scolding brand into my skin. A few paces before him, I stop, weary and shaken. A low, yet thickly laced growl sings through the air, twisting my insides and catching my breath. I moan, want and desire an inferno. A sticky, slick glide of arousal down my inner thigh.
The brand of his stare pushes down on me, unease a clotting touch. My head remains bowed, yet his glare cannot be unfelt. I peer under my lash to find he still looks on, the room heating. The space shrinking. I grow smaller and smaller under his glare and panic slowly starts to set. Almost a physical grip, the weight of his energy nearly suffocates, and I am confused. Unsure. The black of his eyes grow hotter by the moment, his physical body expanding in equal time with each breath.
On instinct, I bow harder under his gaze. The weight of my breast cushion under me as I drop my chest and shoulders, folding my arms in an almost circle in which to cradle my head. The oppressive weight of Wolveryn's stare is a force that bends my will. The bond pulses. Pulses once more, throbs with insistence that dips my back deep into arch. The stance of my lower body positions so my bottom rises high erect on parted knees that spread my secret valley of desire in presentation and display.
In the secreted shadows that Wolveryn waits, stark is the illumination of his tribal tattoo that twines about the neck and side of face. My eyes gaze up at him and in this moment, I begin to know fear. Anticipation migrates throughout my form as anxious doubt and hesitation war within. I know not this Wolveryn before me. This beast, this great man of unlimited Majic. I ache. I need. I want so desperately.
A long silence ensues as I tremble. My Alpha speaks no words. His head tilts, the slits of his eyes devour my submission. When he speaks, the air seems to grow thin that pass through my lips.
"Beautiful, my Rowen. Exquisite"
A moan escapes, his word deep. Powerful.
"You are mine, my Omega. You will accept my claim. Bare my mark."
"Come before me - show me your obedience."
My limbs shake but I rise. Trembling, I crawl, then settle. Resuming the previous position, only this time I am a hair brush away from his seated knees. My excitement mingles with fear, and I am unable to breathe with the want that surges throughout. Wolveryn teeters on the cusp of Rut. The air is thick, choking me in the pheromones of my Alphas demand. Of his ranging want. I struggle to take in air as I shake, tremble. Quake.
My mate is magnificent. Beautiful. The beast within me claws to touch, to caress, revere. Nestled between Wolveryns muscled thighs, that divine appendage. Thick and monstrous, it pulses heavily. Veins snake about his hardened shaft, the head a flared mushroom in stark detail. My lips quiver at the pearl drop of seed suspended atop Wolveryn's shaft. Need claws and a whine chokes words from seeking existence.
Oh, how I hunger. Oh, how I want.
So, in his thrall, I display before him eloquently. I turn so we face, and my arms stretch far out in front of me. Heavily, I drop my upper torso so I drape the ground beneath, cheek to stomach plastered. Ass raised high, jelly knees supporting widespread thighs. Heartbeats pass. Moments go by. Another. Then another.
I moan, Wolveryn's large, clawed palm skims between my shoulder blades to sweep down the deep dip of my back then up the flare of my bottom. The cheek of my bottom is grasped roughly, squeezed almost painfully, so completely he parts my sticky globe apart from the other which pulls a gasp from my throat.
I hesitate. Wolveryn radiates raw hunger. Savage energy. But most urgently - Want.
And so do I.
A huge, clawed hand mantle my wrists in a tight grip, jerking them up in a hold high above my head. My jaw is cupped, face yanked sideways and an elicit cry rings forth at the bite applied punishingly over the Mating mark on my shoulder.
My body bows, arching in blissed out pain, and a cry is once more released from the sudden, forceful growl Wolveryn emits. The sound shakes the entire nest and draws a gush of slick to run down my inner thigh. Pheromones explode into the air, earning a hard clinch of my womb.
There is no help for the trashing that ensues as I attempt to process such an onslaught of sensations. My whine dissects the noise and it is a song that feeds the terrible hunger of my mate - as evident by the rich satisfaction strimming through the Bond. The pounding of my heart is as a stampede and fear recedes to boiling pleasure while Wolveryn's intoxicating scent catches my nose to fill my chest.
My struggles soon give, and I find wolveryn holds me secure and trapped, captured prey. I tremble slightly, nervous anxiety sparing with blossoming, stark rich arousal. A moan escapes when my mate nurses lightly at the mating mark, the action causing my hips to rock with mounting need. I can feel thick tension throughout Wolveryn's body as he holds mine immobile.
"Wolveryn.. my Alpha" I breath longingly. He growls in response, his hand tightening briefly at my trapped wrists he keeps shackled above.
"You are to never defy me, little Rowen. I am your mate. You are mine to have. To take. Possess".
" I shall seed you to overflow this night" The words are rasped in guttural tones, crushing boulders in harshly spoken tongue. "My cum will fill your sweet cunt til my seed takes root. I will have you ripe with child."
"Yes" Desperation pulls the words from me in gasps " I. . . I am. . Please, Wolveryn. Use me. Take me. I am yours"
I shudder hard when his tongue drags roughly over his Mark. Retaining his hold, Wolveryns hand glides across my curves on display. A whimper wrenches from my depths, then a hiss when large canines press shockingly sharp into the bite marks at my neck. A thumb swipes a hardened nipple with a sting from the nail that plucks cruelly, before a soothing mouth draws the aching nub into the moist cavern to pull strongly.
His hand then draws between my legs, cupping boldly. A sharp inhale is had as I look into the black eyes of a feral Alpha. The strong hold releases, then returns to give the sopping wet flesh an open palm strike. I scream. Wolveryn bares gleaming, vicious canines. A mean sound leaves his lips in dark laugh.
"Think your confirmation is needed, pretty Rowen?" Another cry is released when Wolveryn delivers a following swat to my sweeping cunt.
"No, My Alpha" I sob, trembling in want. Trembling with desire.
Knucks are roughly dragged against the staining nub, pressing into the flesh with worrying rubs.
"No, My Omega, I do not"
He continues "I need not your permission..."
He strikes again with the back of his rough knuckled fingers.
"...nor I need not your consent..."
I whine, the noise loud and high. He draws me in close, his breath hot across my cheek, to whisper into my ear.
"... To take that which already belongs to me"
A sinister laugh burst from his chest as, bodily, I'm swung by the secure hold of my wrist into the cushioned nest. I attempt to scramble backwards, yet Wolveryn is right upon me before my body has the chance to bounce back from the cushioned landing where he holds me unyielding in the grip of his hands. He is silent as he rises above me, my hair tightly held in his fist as he looks down to catch my eyes. Air chokes me at the black abyss that stares back. Bleeding hunger. Savage possession. Heated desire.
"Wolveryn" I gasp, his large form draping over mine, blanketing the length of me in heavy muscle and hot, virile male. I shiver and arch into his powerful frame, grazing the hard tips of my breast against the expanse of his chest.
My eyes look down at the tempting fullness of Wolveryn's mouth. Hunger rises even sharper with the need to taste them. Those lips grin and he leans further in to hover with but a sliver a space between.
His eyes glow fiery hot. "A kiss, my Omega? Where would you have me place my lips?" The words are growled. I cry out when a rough palm cups my pussy once more. "I feel your need, Rowen. Your pleasure pours over my fingers"
"Yes" I moan "Only for your touch"
Those eyes darken a notch more "Only"
Blunt digits glide through the wet lips of my sex, pulling a hungry whimper from me, before splitting between the saturated depths with a dual fingered push. My cry is smothered by the claiming of my mouth in a heated kiss. A mewl escapes and I draw on Wolveryns tongue with a suckle. HIs chest vibrates with a thundering purr and he finds the distended nub atop my pussy with a callous thumb to rub in brisk circles.
The kiss is broken by my need for air and I rear my head back as I pant heavily for breath. I shudder as my body arches into his intimate caress. My Alpha pulls away to look down at my need on display, nudging my thighs apart to view his sinking fingers thrust wetly into my tight sheath.
Wolveryn's molten gaze pierces me "Good girl. Take your pleasure."
The thrust of his fingers increase and there is no helping as my hips lift hungrily to meet the rhythmic tempo. My hands tangle in the fall of his hair, the build of pleasure climbing within, ready to burst. My panting breaths quicken, noises escaping now unable to be suppressed. His movements slow and I thrash in distress at the sudden change.
"No" is moaned pitifully. "Wolveryn. Please"
A swap is applied to the swollen tissue of my pussy, Wolveryn's fingertips a sting of sharp pleasure as they whip my throbbing bud. I scream, startled yet gushing with moisture. Twice more I am punished with the sweet pain of his touch, causing me to tremble all the harder.
"No more" I sob, the ecstasy too terrible to further bear. A deep rumble vibrates through to my core, Wolveryn's purr transferring heady and deep.
"No? My little Omega, you will take what I give" He commands hotly.
"I would have your screams. I would demand your pain and force your pleasure. All that you are is mine, sweet Rowen. Never forget that"
"I. . I need. . I can't. .Wolveryn" I wail, unable to withstand the tension coursing through me.
"Yes, Rowen. Give me your sweet surrender" He chuckles darkly.
He grinds the heel of his hand against the straining bud, then moves down to swirl his wicked tongue around my throbbing flesh. I arch high, my stomach clenching hard at the lash of Wolveryn's tongue on my tortured bead of pleasure. My heaving chest rises before me and I thrash about, reaching for the elusive end.
"You may have your release. Come for me. Now"