Endless (Clarity Coast Omegaverse Book 1)

Isolde ran from me, and I smiled. Every instinct shifted, the darkness becoming clearer, sounds becoming sharper. Her sweet scent was like a beacon drawing me straight to her, as if I couldn’t see her running straight down the beach.

The others were everywhere. Stationed so we weren’t interrupted and Isolde didn’t end up somewhere with other people. She was mine.

My cock was already hard beneath the jeans I wore. I’d left my shirt behind. It was only going to get in the way. Much like that frothy, bite-of-frosting dress I was going to rip off her.

I inhaled her scent, layered with anticipation and anxiety. The flowers in it smelled like they’d been crushed. Just a little too sweet, a little too far gone. Not rotten. A perfect blend for what we wanted. My mouth watered with the need to taste her, and I watched her stumble in the sand before reaching her feet.

She wasn’t thinking, the prey instinct merely telling her to run without telling her she was still an easy target.

Time she learned.

Energy surged into my limbs, and I sprinted down the sand after her. That fucking dress glowed in the moonlight like a beacon, calling to me. Even if she’d had nothing on, the trail of scent she left behind her felt like it was on fire in my mind. I could follow her anywhere. Would follow her anywhere.

Mine.

The sand disappeared under my feet, years of spending days on the beach and running on sand giving me exactly the footing I needed. She wasn’t fast enough.

One look behind her, and I felt the pulse of her panic. Heard her gasp as she realized just how close I was and tried to run faster. The fabric of the skirt tripped her, and I leapt.

I took her to the sand, rolling her underneath me in one movement. She fought. Hips bucking, nails scratching, groaning in the struggle as I pinned her to the earth with my full weight. “Get the fuck off me,” she shoved my shoulders, but I didn’t let them move.

I laughed, leaning down to inhale her neck. “I’m going to get the fuck off, that’s for sure.”

She moved, and I jerked back just in time, avoiding her head colliding with my nose. It made me grin. My Omega was a fighter, even though she was going to lose. Letting my weight push her further into the ground, she whined, and the sound went straight to my cock, already so hard it was painful.

“Never run in a straight line, sweetheart.” I pinned her wrists to the damp sand. We were where the tide hadn’t yet reached, beach flat and perfect except for where her struggles showed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”

“Sorry, I didn’t get instructions on how to run from a psycho.” Her struggles were slowing, her energy useless in the face of my strength.

“Oh, you have no idea. Let me show you.” I moved one of her wrists so I could grip them both, pushing up the frothy skirt so it bunched between us. Even further so it covered her face. Nothing but white panties underneath.

White, with a dark damp spot right over her pussy.

My growl echoed down the beach. “Wetter than the fucking sea already. Soaking through your panties because you want my cock so badly.”

“Never.” Isolde bucked her hips, and I shoved them back down, knocking her legs wide and pinning them with my knees.

Ripping the fabric to the side, I slid a finger into her with no resistance and added another. Her arousal gushed onto my hand, the obscene sound of her being fucked by my fingers louder than the ocean behind me. “You’re a bad liar, sweetheart.”

“Fuck. You.” Each word was a heaved breath.

I moved so fast, sinking deeper into instinct and need, spinning and pushing her legs up so she was nearly folded in half, her knees caught between mine. I sat on her chest, pinning her arms beneath my cock and balls. Now that my hands were free, I tore her panties, the cotton shredding beneath my fingers, fully baring her cunt to the air. I groaned at the wave of perfume circling me.

My hand came down on her clit, the stinging smack echoing across the beach. She gasped, arching and fighting, and entirely pinned the way I had her. My naughty little Omega wasn’t going anywhere.

So I spanked her clit again.

And again, and again, watching her cunt get wetter with every slap. It glistened in the moonlight, a feast just for me.

“Please,” she begged, arching and writhing. “Stop.”

“You don’t want me to make you come?”

“No.” Half sob, half moan.

Isolde’s scent was all sweetness and ease. No longer even a hint of fear. There was only desire. Her resistance was part of the game.

“Too bad I don’t care what you want.” I bent and covered her with my mouth, sucking hard, scraping her clit with my teeth and tasting her sweetness. A swirl of my tongue and she was moaning, cum flooding my tongue, hips rising to meet my mouth even though she fought me. With Isolde’s struggle with pleasure, the immediate orgasm told me exactly how much she wanted this. My Omega fucking loved it.

“You monster let. Me. GO.” She bucked her body with feral strength, and it almost worked.

Almost.

“How does it feel?” I whispered the word against her bare thigh and savored her shiver. The chills that rose all over her skin. “Knowing I have you here, completely at my mercy, and able to turn your body against you. Make you come even though you claim not to want it.”

I consumed her, fucking her with my tongue as deep as I could make it reach. Sealing my mouth over her and sucking hard enough to bruise. I teased her too, finding that little spot we had that first night that made her pussy surge with slick all over again.

“No, no, no, no.” The soft chant of protest had no force behind it. Every part of her scent and the movements of her body spoke of enjoyment regardless.

“What’s your safeword?” I growled.

“Banana.”

“Using it?”

She laughed once. “You wish.”

I moved again, abandoning her pussy and letting her free for a fraction of a second before I was on her again. “Fine. Then you’ll come on my cock next, no matter what you fucking feel like.”

Flipping her over, Isolde’s feet collided with my chest and a brutal kick that pushed me off and to the ground. She saved all her strength for that, and that alone, and it worked.

My Omega was up and running before I could gain my feet, heading back the way we came, toward the caves.

I wiped her arousal from my mouth with the back of my hand. Her scent was even stronger now that she’d orgasmed and slick was running down her thighs. Even no longer running in a straight line, it painted a path right to her.

My senses sharpened again, ready to catch and take. “Run all you like, little Omega, you’re still mine.”

As soon as she disappeared into the caves, I followed.