Soft moans and high pitched whines filled the dingy hallway he crept down, and the enticing blend of sweat, frustration, and Omega slick filled Eric's nose, blood racing through his body to his cock in a dizzying rush. Following her scent had been easy, once he got the text about an unmated Omega disturbing the local pride of werecats with her stench.
To Eric, as he breathed deep again, feeling his entire body swell, his own Alpha pheromones a cool counterpoint to her spicy heated ones, the scent was ambrosia. His body hummed with anticipation. As he neared the door from which the scents and frustrated whimpers came, Eric was supremely pleased to not smell signs of any other males of their kind. He'd be her first.
His hand rested on the metal doorknob, feeling the flimsy wood of the door underneath, and when she didn't answer his rattling knock, only let out a frustrated whimper, Eric jerked hard on the door, feeling the lock shatter as the door popped open.
The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Eric breathed deep, tasting her spice on his tongue, felt his knot swell. An amazing feat considering it usually required vigorous fucking to grow.
Gaze sweeping the small efficiency apartment, Eric took in the dirty dishes in the sink to the left, the smell of bad food just starting to turn permeating the air, a tiny TV, and beat up lounge chair. And finally, the small, twin sized bed upon which, a slight, brown haired female, her curls matted with sweat, grunted on a mass of tangled bedding. Eric stood transfixed, fingers digging into and cracking the flimsy, particle board door as he watched the frustrated female slam herself down on... a cucumber?
He growled at the sight. No Omega should be without an Alpha cock to get her through her heat. And now that he found her, he would not fail her. The growl reverberated in the room, and her rhythm faltered, dilated eyes flying open. Startled eyes the color of his favorite blue jeans met his, the iris almost swallowed by her desire. Her slim neck bobbed in a swallow, and a low voice rasped as her hips kicked up their movement. "Help me."
Eric shut the door with a snap, flipping the damaged lock so hard it wedged the door shut. He was across the floor in three steps, hands tugging off his shirt and toeing off his boots as his knees hit the bed.
The Omega's eyes went wide, her movement slowing as he slowly crouched over her. Eric growled and her eyes went wide again, the scent of fresh slick filling the room.
He fell on top of her without warning, caging her body under him as he shimmied out of his jeans, his swollen cock springing free, bobbing painfully against his abs. His hand grasped the end of the warm, slick vegetable, pulling it out slowly while she moaned, hips thrusting in complaint. A gush of slick coated his hand. Eric's mouth watered and his tongue lapped her essence from his fingers without his permission.
Addictive.
Spicy, sweet honey covered his tongue, sending so much blood to his painfully hard cock he was dizzy.
He had to have her. Now. And judging from the writhing limbs trying to draw him in and needy moans, the Omega was just as desperate.
His hips surged forward without a thought, urgency and instincts driving his movements. The heat and tight grip of her soaked flesh made him moan into her neck. Sensation sparked from his cock all the way up his spine, lighting his nerves like fireworks. He thrust again, burrowing deeper.
She was tight, but the substitute cock she'd been using and the need that gripped her negated the need for foreplay. Later, once her heat faded to levels that allowed her to feel something other than the overwhelming desire to be filled and knotted, he would feast on her, show her pleasure in other ways.
But now, as her little nails pierced his skin, heels digging into his ass, he gave her what she needed, strong, powerful thrusts until he was bottoming out inside her, hips snapping like a piston.
The little female clenched, her pussy gripping him so tight he thought he'd lose all feeling in his cock, and then rippled in a sensual massage as she came, crying out with a surprised "Oh!"
Still she moaned for more, scratching and snarling until he shook the bed with his thrusts, his cock swelling uncomfortably large, the tingling in the base of the shaft telling him it was time to knot this female.
Eric worried she was still too tight, too small to handle a knot, and tried to keep his strokes shallow, gritting his teeth against his instincts. His female snarled, hooked her feet around his waist, and drove him deep, her hips driving him home. Their pelvises ground together and she came again, writhing against him.
He huffed, amused. If she wanted it that way, he'd tried to spare her. The least he could do was battle the coming pain with pleasure. Bracing himself on one hand, the other slipped between their sweaty bodies, down soft skin to where they were joined. He drove into her harder, faster, knowing he would need speed and force to keep his knot moving once it started swelling. If he didn't drive it up behind her pelvic bone to the clump of nerves back that would give them both pleasure as he rocked his knot inside her, it would be an uncomfortable and unsatisfying joining for both of them.
And the last thing any Alpha wanted was to be knotted to a pissed off and dissatisfied Omega.
His fingers found her clit with ease, circling the little nub until it stiffened. Eric felt her entire body clench, stars dancing behind his eyes at the sensation as he manipulated her nerve endings and felt her internal muscles grip him.
Her third orgasm locked every muscle in her body, and the Omega let out a high, keening cry as Eric thrust harder, a howl erupting from his clenched jaw. His knot slid up his shaft which each thrust, barely fitting in her entrance. He felt real resistance as her body struggled to accommodate him, but he couldn't stop.
Eric redoubled his rubbing as the Omega stiffened, this time not in pleasure. "Easy," he murmured, thrusting faster. Almost there. And he was. His knot was halfway up his shaft, being massaged by the tightest Omega cunt he'd ever felt, moving a torturous quarter inch at a time.
Before pleasure completely melted his brain, Eric felt along the floor with his foot, snagged his jeans with his toes, and pulled them to him. The movements tugged at his cock, where it was lodged tight in the Omega. That was not pleasant. Gritting his teeth while the female snarled when his hips paused, he grabbed his cell phone and hit redial.
"Rico," he gasped, letting her have his way with him, his hips moving in her exquisite grip. "Gather the unmated Betas. Find me." He groaned, thrust again, and ignored the shouted questions coming from the speakers of his phone.
Eric didn't have the thought to hang up. Not when the female kept moving her hips, the tight clench of her massaging his knot up his shaft. Pleasure arced down his cock, up his spine, down his limbs. Stars burst in his vision. Three more hard thrusts and he couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't move anymore as his knot hit home.
