“Enough!” Modi snarled, followed by a hard yank at my skull. He pulled me off his cock by my hair despite my high-pitched protests at the severed contact with what I craved most in this world.
I shrank back from the threat of his bared teeth, wincing when his hold on my hair stopped my retreat. But instead of following up with another reprimand, the alpha grabbed me, lifted me, and swung me over his shoulder.
The next minute, I was on my back on the bed.
Finally!
I keened, spreading my legs wide and tilting my hips in invitation.
“Yes, Alpha, please!”
He fell on top of me, burying his mouth in my neck. I bracketed his hips with my thighs, whimpering and babbling as he dragged his thick cock over my belly and through my split labia, coating it in my slick. For a wild, wonderful moment, the thick head of his cock caught on my flushed opening, and I tensed in anticipation of him penetrating me.
Only it never came.
Modi growled, teeth gripping my skin hard enough to pinch. He moved his hips farther down, trailing pre-cum down my thigh, his thick fingers finding my opening instead.
“N-No! Don’t!” I cried out at the loss, only to grunt a curse the next moment. Modi didn’t pause to tease me—he pushed three fingers up inside me, spreading my pussy wide, and immediately began pumping them in and out in a fast rhythm.
It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it was close—maybe close enough. The tight feeling of penetration zinged every nerve in my abdomen, and he smelled so good. Like rutting alpha—like man and musk and ozone.
I buried my nose in his hair and drank in his scent in greedy gulps, focusing on the rocking motion of his hand inside of me.
“More!” I whimpered, clutching at his wide shoulders and tensing my whole body to chase the high I knew he could give me. “Please, Modi, more!”
“I’ll give you more, omega,” he growled, raising his head to look down at me writhing. “Come for me, my little whore. Come on my fingers and I’ll give you more!”
When he brought the heel of his hand to my clit and pressed down, I did.
Pleasure wracked through my pelvis, up my abdomen, and down my thighs. I clung to Modi and mewled as my pussy clenched on his fingers until the tremors released me.
I sagged into the bed underneath him, tired to the bone. I hadn’t managed to sleep since the train, but already fire was licking low in my belly once more.
“You come so prettily, little whore,” Modi said, his voice soft despite the rough edge. When I looked up into his eyes, they were all fire and need. “I could watch you gush for hours. Do you want that? Do you like driving me mad with that beautiful cunt? Another god brought to his knees for what lays between your thighs?”
I should have been angry at his denigration, but right then, it only stoked the smolder in my blood. I nodded feverishly, arching my pelvis as high as his still deeply lodged fingers would allow.
“Yes! I want you, Alpha. God, I want you!”
He growled in response, angrily even as desire flickered in his burning gaze. “Then you shall have me!”
He pulled back his fingers and I mewled, ready for him to thrust again, but instead they slipped from my sheath.
“No! No, no, no!” I clawed at his shoulders, furious that he’d deny me the only thing I needed. I bit him, uncaring of the consequences, drawing a snarl from deep in his chest.
Modi lifted off me, pushing himself back to his knees before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over.
Yes!
I knew what came next—every instinct in my body screamed for it and I scrambled to get on my knees, ass up and cheek pressed into the mattress as I shamelessly presented my pussy for him.
But instead of his thick cock, he pressed his fingers into my opening again. Only this time, the stretch was harsher.
I mewled in confusion, unsure what was happening.
“Stay,” he commanded. “I’m giving you what you need—your cunt filled until it hurts.” And then he pushed in deeper, and I finally realized his intentions.
Broad knuckles caught in my swollen entrance and I gasped, hurtling forward to escape despite my pelvis throbbing for penetration.
Modi caught me by the hair and yanked, curving my back. “I said stay!” he barked, ignoring my whimper of protest.
Unbearable pressure against my vulnerable opening made me grit my teeth. Slowly but surely my pussy stretched for him, until—
“Oh! Oh my god, ow! Oh, yes! Fuck!” I cried out as my body swallowed his hand with a wet slurp, sensations of pain and mind-bending pleasure blending into wonderful, terrible unity.
It was a thicker penetration than even an alpha cock, but not as unbearable as a knot, even if the hardness of his bones made me shudder with every inch he pushed deeper.
When he closed his hand into an unyielding fist inside of me, dark spots danced before my eyes, and I knew he’d been right. This—this was what it would take to break my heat.
Spreading my thighs as wide as they would go, I submitted to the alpha who was going to save me from hell.
Modi snarled again, approvingly this time, and the sound made liquid trickle from my stuffed pussy.
“Yes!”
He pushed his fist deep in one long, smooth stroke, forcing a cry from me as he opened my pelvis.
“F-uck!”
It hurt, but it hurt good.
“More! Alpha, more!” I commanded even though he was the one in control.
Another snarl, and then he gave me exactly what I’d asked for.
His fist barreled through my clutching sheath fast and hard, his knuckles rubbing savagely against my G-spot and tender walls.
I shrieked with every thrust, clawing at the cheap bedding as I took his fist over and over again. The heat in my blood flamed, sweat dripping from my every pore, but all I cared about was that ruthless penetration.
If I hadn’t been in heat, I would have hated every second, but I was. And I never wanted it to end.
I rubbed my clit to orgasm more times than I could count, and still Modi fucked me on his fist, never easing, never pausing while I wailed in pleasure and clamped down on him in climax.
He fisted me until my vision blurred and I no longer had the fortitude to stay on my knees, the fire that had given me strength finally dousing.
“No more.” It was a raspy whimper as I trembled in the throes of my final orgasm, sprawled on the bed where my jellied muscles had given up on supporting me. Where seconds ago his fist had felt so good, now it was too big, the stretch of his knuckles too wide.
“Please, Modi. No more.”
He paused, breathing heavily with his hand still pressed deep inside of me, and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore my plea.
Thankfully, mercifully, I was wrong.
Slowly he pulled his fist out of my still-trembling pussy, drawing a whimper from me as it popped from my stretched lips.
Heavy weight settled on my back, warm muscle encompassing me from all sides. His cock was hard and huge against the small of my back, his breath harsh in my ear, his skin too hot—but I accepted his closeness.
There wasn’t peace in his embrace like there had been every other time I’d let an alpha mount me. He wasn’t sated, and where I’d normally be feeling the afterglow, tied by a knot to my lover, now there was only emptiness.
It was a curious sensation—feeling this sore and exhausted from a multitude of orgasms, and yet completely unsatisfied. He’d calmed my heat, and I knew if he kept fisting me when it flared again, eventually he’d break it. But it would be nothing like when Magni and then Saga had taken me through my first heat.