What it would do to my already soaked cunt
The Stranger’s Claim
I could barely breathe. Wait hold up!!! This was a f*****g stranger.
I could feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my thighs from the slick leaking down them
And he knew
He f*****g knew
He looked down at me like I was dessert and he hadn’t eaten in weeks
His jaw was tight
His lips full and set in a line that said he was holding back..barely
“Easy pumpkin”he said, voice low and deep.
I backed up, just a little, but his hand was already there. One arm slid out, steadying me, palm grazing my waist, fingers splaying just over my hip
I gasped
He didn’t flinch
Just looked down at me
And sniffed
Sniffed
My stomach dropped
His nostrils flared like a predator tasting the air
And his gaze darkened instantly
“You’re Omega,” he said as he sniffed.
That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed.
His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t have.
He could see it.
He could f*****g smell it.
And I felt like I was about to combust.
I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working.
He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again.
“I knew it the second you touched me.”
“Unmarked,” he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said.
“And soaking through that pretty little dress.”
My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like paper.
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The Stranger’s Claim “You’re trembling,” he said.
I wasn’t just trembling.
I was f*****g unraveling.
“…”
My voice cracked. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. I wasn’t okay. My body was screaming yes. My brain was melting. My thighs were clenched and aching. My n*****s were hard. I was wet. So wet. So wet ! wanted to scream.
He pulled back just far enough to look down at me again. He didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes dragged down my body like a tongue. He stared at my chest, at my stiff n*****s under the mesh. At my hips. At my legs.
He saw everything.
“You’re a mess,” he said, and his voice was so dark I wanted to cry.
“A desperate, dripping, trembling little Omega trying to pretend she’s not two seconds from begging.”
I gasped. I felt it in my cunt. The way he said it. I felt it right between my legs.
“I’m not..”
“You are,” he cut in.
“You walked into this party unmarked, smelling like slick, and now you’re looking at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever wanted to get on your knees for.”
I couldn’t speak.
My body was shaking too hard. My breath was coming too fast. My thighs rubbed together and made it worse.
“You haven’t been claimed,” he said.
His hand ghosted over my hip, fingers not touching, just hovering. The heat of him alone made my stomach twist.
“No scent on you. No bite on your neck. No Alpha c**k inside you to keep you in line.”
“Please,”
I breathed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
His hand moved up. Grazed my ribs. The fabric of my dress was soaked there too. Sticking to my skin like a second, thinner skin.
He was so close. Too close. I could smell him. I could feel him. And I wanted him to touch me so badly my whole body ached from it.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice low and soft now.
“Tell me.”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
He smiled.
“Didn’t think so.”
His fingers brushed my jaw, light, teasing, maddening.
“You’ve never been f****d properly, have you?”
I blinked. My lips parted. I felt my breath catch.
The Stranger’s Claim
“You’ve had fingers maybe. Maybe a c**k once. But never like this. Never ruined. Never marked. Never made to scream until your throat’s raw and your p***y’s leaking down your thighs for hours after.”
“God,”
I whimpered, because it was true. He didn’t even know me. But he knew me.
He leaned in again. This time his lips brushed my ear.
“I’d split you open on this floor,” he whispered.
“I’d f**k you so hard you’d forget who brought you here.”
My knees buckled.
He caught me.
Held me up with one arm. Pressed me to his chest.
And f**k. I could feel his c**k against my stomach now. Hard. It pulsed through his jeans. It was right there. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was. How fast my pulse was going. How my body was begging to be taken.
“You smell like need,” he growled.
“And I haven’t even touched your p***y yet.”
I moaned.
I f*****g moaned.
Right there. In the middle of the party. Surrounded by strangers. While he breathed against my neck and made promises he hadn’t even delivered yet.
“You need to go home, Omega,” he whispered.
“Or someone’s going to put their c**k in you before the night’s over.”
I bit my lip.
“I don’t want just anyone,”
I whispered.
He paused.
And smiled.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.