I gasped at the sudden action, the display of strength and impatience sending a thrill through me. Julian's eyes were dark with desire as they raked over my now fully exposed body.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Mine to cherish. Mine to pleasure."
He lowered himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider as he settled there with deliberate intent. The first touch of his mouth against my core drew a broken cry from my lips, my back arching off the nest as pleasure shot through me like lightning.
"Julian," I moaned, my fingers clutching desperately at the blankets beneath me.
He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes fierce with possession. "Alpha," he corrected, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "Say it."
"Alpha," I whispered, the word falling from my lips like a prayer. "Please, Alpha."
His answering growl vibrated against my core as he renewed his attention with fierce determination. His tongue traced intricate patterns that left me gasping, my hips rising to meet each stroke. Julian's hands gripped my thighs, holding me open and vulnerable to his skilled mouth.
"That's it," he murmured against my sensitive flesh, his voice deep with approval. "Let me hear you, little omega."
I couldn't have held back if I tried. Each flick of his tongue drew sounds from me I barely recognized—desperate, needy whimpers that seemed to fuel his hunger. When he focused his attention on that bundle of nerves while sliding two fingers inside me, I nearly came undone. But then he pulled back, making me cry out at the loss.
“Alpha?” I almost whimpered in need, as my eyes caught him looking at me with a small smirk.
“I would like to try something.” He told me, I nodded not even questioning it as he shifted me over, laying down before dragging me on top of him. I gasped as I realized what position he was arranging us in, my thighs now bracketing his face as he looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.
"Hold onto the headboard," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my inner thigh. "You'll need the support." My fingers gripped the wooden frame as instructed, my body trembling with anticipation. Julian's hands slid up to cup my hips, guiding me down to his waiting mouth. The first contact made me cry out, the new angle intensifying every sensation.
"Oh god,"I moaned, my head falling forward as his tongue worked magic against my sensitive flesh. From this position, he controlled everything—the pressure, the rhythm, the depth.
Julian hummed his approval, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His hands guided my movements, encouraging me to rock against his mouth.
"That's it," he growled between strokes of his tongue. "Take your pleasure from me."
The vulnerability of the position should have made me self-conscious, but there was something incredibly freeing about it—being so exposed, so completely at his mercy, yet somehow in control of my own pleasure. I found myself moving more confidently, following the rhythm his hands established.
Each swipe of his tongue brought me closer to the edge, my thighs trembling as pressure built low in my belly. Julian seemed to sense exactly when to increase the intensity, his mouth working with precise skill until I was gasping his name—his title—like a chant.
"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—"My release crashed over me without warning, my body arching as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Julian held me firmly against his mouth, prolonging each sensation until I was shaking, oversensitive and breathless.
When the last aftershocks subsided, Julian carefully shifted me off him, laying me back against the nest with gentle hands. He rose above me, his expression fierce with hunger as he quickly stripped away his own clothing. I watched through half-lidded eyes as each piece fell away, revealing the powerful body I'd glimpsed but never fully seen.
Julian was magnificent—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscled chest dusted with dark hair that trailed downward. My eyes followed that path, widening slightly at the sight of his arousal, thick and straining against his stomach.
"See what you do to me?" he murmured, his voice rough with need as he settled between my thighs. "How much I want you?"
I reached for him, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. "I want you too, Alpha."
His eyes flashed at the title, something primal and possessive darkening his gaze. “I’m going to take you so hard that you will feel like I’min you for the next week.” His words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I knew he meant it—this wasn't the controlled Julian who carefully measured every action. This was raw, primal Alpha energy finally unleashed.
"Please," I whispered, spreading my thighs wider in invitation.
Julian positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his arousal pressing against my sensitive flesh. He held himself there, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that stole my breath.
"Mine," he growled as he pushed forward in one powerful thrust that filled me completely.
I cried out, my back arching as my body stretched to accommodate him. He was larger than the others, thicker, and the delicious burn of the stretch had me gasping his name.
"Alpha," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Julian stilled for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. His breathing was labored, his muscles tense with the effort of restraint as he waited for me to accommodate his size.
"You feel incredible," he breathed against my ear, his voice strained. "So perfect." When I finally relaxed around him, he began to move with controlled power. Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to hit that spot deep inside that made me see stars. His rhythm was demanding, possessive, claiming me in ways that left no doubt about who I belonged to.
"Look at me," he commanded when my eyes started to flutter closed. "I want to see your face when I make you come apart."
