Chapter two
Rating: M sexy times!
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It took Sherlock merely moments to recover from the shock of Molly being an Omega. In a flash, he was out the door of the Morgue in pursuit of his pathologist. Her scent still lingered in the halls as he made his way outside in search of her. He spotted her instantly and began his chase.
He was amazed at the speed with which she ran, but he had seen the distress on her face when she realized that she had begun a heat cycle in the presence of three alphas. He did not understand her discomfort or why she would lie to them all about being a Beta, but he would find out soon enough, after he had caught her.
He was no more than a few yards behind her and the scent of her heat increased as she ran, making his mouth water. Sherlock could see the other Alphas and Omegas watching them both as they passed and he could tell by the expression on many of the faces, the people assumed this was just little game that Molly was playing with him. He could also see the hunger in the eyes of the un-bonded alphas as he passed them. Deep growls erupted from his throat as he passed them to show that Molly was his.
Molly looked back once and her eyes grew wide with alarm. He couldn't help but smile. She hadn't realized he would give chase which made catching her even more delicious. He reached his hand out in front of him, a few more steps and he'd be able to touch her hair. He'd grab her, haul her over his shoulder, and take her back to Baker Street with him. He'd toss her onto his bed, pin her underneath him, and ravish her over and over until she was no longer able to speak coherently.
The grin that spread over his face was feral. He was so focused on his prey that he didn't notice the two workmen coming out of a shop carrying an old bookcase. Sherlock had to drop and roll to miss it, but he was back on his feet in an instant. The split second delay had been enough time to save Molly because she had just turned the corner and was now out of sight.
"Damn…" He cursed and sped up, his long legs bringing him to the corner in seconds. He could just see her running down the sidewalks through the masses of people. He cursed her small size, she was almost impossible to see in the crowds, but all he needed to do was follow her scent. His cock throbbed painfully as he ran. Begging to be set free and buried into her soft scorching heat, but he had to catch her first he reminded his cock and she was being very difficult about it.
Molly barely managed to make it to her building and key in her code before Sherlock reached her. She opened the door and ran inside the building, not waiting for it to close and made a bee line to the elevator. She didn't look behind her as she ran into the elevator and the door closed behind her. She did not see that Sherlock had made it into her building before the door had closed.
He decided on taking the stairs and when he reached the hallway to her flat, he just saw the brown of her hair as she had closed the door to her flat, thinking herself safe.
Sherlock allowed himself a moment to catch his breath before sauntering down the hallway to her flat, enjoying the smell of her that floated in the air.
He knocked on her door and rolled his eyes when he heard her sharp intake of breath and her scooting away from the door. Did she honestly think he would just go away?
He knocked again. "Molly, this is ridiculous. Let me in. I can smell you Molly. Let me in so that I can devour you."
He heard another gasp and the aroma of her scent increased deliciously. He inhaled deeply, his mouth watering. "Molly, open the door and let me in. You are miserable. I can smell your wetness and desire for me. You must be so uncomfortable, such a mess, let me in so that I can lick you clean."
"Go away Sherlock. I don't feel well…I'm sick…"
He chuckled. "You're not sick Molly. You're in heat, you're body is burning up, begging to be fucked. Let me in so that I can oblige."
"I said go away, Sherlock, please."
The distress was evident in her voice and he could not understand the meaning of it. "Molly, you are an un-bonded Omega and I am an un-bonded Alpha…you're my little pathologist, doesn't it make sense to you that you should be my little Omega also?"
She didn't respond and Sherlock frowned. His cock was throbbing to the point of bursting. "Molly…" He growled. The possessiveness in his voice caused an immediate response in Molly's body. He heard her moan and he could hear that she was rubbing her legs together against the floor. The rubbing increased her smell tenfold and he could not help his body's response. Both fists slammed on her door. "Your body is responding to my voice. Can you imagine how it would respond to my touch?"
He grinned in triumph when he heard her moan again as she pulled herself up from the floor. Slowly the lock clicked and she cracked her door, peeping up at him. Sherlock placed his hand on the door and pushed it open slowly, allowing her to step back.
He licked his lips when he saw her. Her skin was pink and flushed, her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath, her nipples hard and straining against her blouse. He could see the glistening of her moisture as it had slid down her thighs. Her entire flat smelled of Molly, a sweet and musky scent. The scent was so powerful, he could almost taste her.
"My little pathologist…" He whispered to her as he stepped further into her flat and kicked the door shut with his foot. She backed away from him again.
He smiled. "Molly, when you back away from me, it only increases my desire to pursue."
Molly had backed herself into the corner and before she could move, his right arm shot out and blocked her escape. She turned the other way, when his left arm shot out, blocking her escape from that angle as well. He leaned close to her, inhaling deeply. "I am like a starving man for you Molly. I think I could eat you for hours, love."
Molly squirmed against the wall as another spurt of wetness coated her thighs. She chewed her bottom lip, looking up at him from hooded eye lids, heavy with lust.
Sherlock lowered his face, gently brushing his nose along her cheek. "Why did you run Molly?" He asked softly.
"I…I was embarrassed and…afraid." She said breathlessly.
"Why are you so embarrassed? This is perfectly natural." He said nibbling on her ear lobe.
"Oh…" She moaned, her body leaning towards him automatically, craving the closeness. She could feel his smirk against her neck and he pressed his body against hers, crushing her into the wall.
"Are you afraid now?" He asked, running his tongue along the shell of her ear.
"Yes…"She managed to whisper.
He leaned back from him, his eyes black with lust and desire. "Good."
She squealed when he scooped her up and over his shoulder, carrying her into her bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed, covering her with his body before she could move.
"You know…" He began as he kissed and nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. "Fear can be an aphrodisiac."
She moaned loudly when he sucked a particularly sensitive place on her neck. Her body arched into his and he stored the place away in his mind palace to use for later when he had her underneath him like this.
"Why are you afraid?" He asked in between his ministrations on her neck.
"Oh…Sher…I…never…done…this…Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh " She gasped as he began licking the crevice between her breasts.
"You've never been knotted?" He asked as he placed butterfly kisses along the mounds of her breasts, while his hands slid underneath her blouse and under her bra to cup her breasts in his hands. He gave them both a gentle squeeze as he continued to suck the skin of her neck.
"Ohooo…no…never…." She gasped again.
He smiled against her skin and tugged gently at her nipples, rolling the sensitive little nubs in his fingers. Molly almost moaned in protest when she felt the cool rush of air as he leaned up from her.
He looked down at her, his eyes still black with desire. Molly swallowed hard and felt more wetness coat her inner thighs. Sherlock's grin became menacing as he took hold of her blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying all over her bed.
She shrieked from surprise and from excitement. His hands found her breasts again and he played with them underneath her bra. His hand took hold of the bra and he ripped it into, exposing her creamy flesh to his hungry eyes.
Her little nipples were pink and hard. Sherlock couldn't wait to taste her skin. He laid back over her, crushing her into the mattress and took her left nipple in his mouth. He was rewarded with a deep moan of desire from Molly. Sherlock suckled her greedily while his hand tugged playfully at the other pink nub. His mouth moved to her other nipple, suckling even harder while she withered underneath him.
His cock screamed at him to just take her already. Rip that blasted skirt and her knickers off and fuck her into the mattress.
Patience, Sherlock reminded his cock. Seduction is the best game. Molly must forget her embarrassment and her discomfort if she were going to enjoy what he was going to do to her. And Sherlock was determined she should enjoy being devoured.
Sherlock continued to suckle her nipples moving from one to the other. With one hand, he held his weight off her while he brushed his fingertips over her stomach and ribcage. Molly's skin was covered in goose pimples and she arched into him again. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly parted. She was powerless to him and completely weak to his touch.
Sherlock put his index finger in his mouth and sucked before grasping her right nipple and pinching it hard. Molly's eyes snapped open and she groaned. He blew cool air over the nipple he had just pinched making it harden even more, to the point of pain before taking it into his mouth again. She moaned again, her hands entwined with his curls. He could feel her nails racking over his scalp as he teased her.
"You know Molly." He began stopping his ministration and moving to where his face hovered over hers. "There is nothing quite like the taste of a woman, nothing quite so sweet and sensual. Will you allow me Molly? Will you let me be the first man to taste you? The only man to ever taste you?"
Molly swallowed hard. Her pupils dilated and little beads of sweat already formed on her forehead and between the crevices of her breasts. She nodded.
"You know what this means don't you Molly?" He asked as he slid down her body, raking his fingertips down her sides and ribcage. He moved down her body and the bed until he slid onto his knees onto the floor. He grasped her legs and pulled her foreword, opening her legs wide in front of him. "It means that you're mine Molly, only mine. No one will ever touch you. This…" He said, running his finger along her soaking wet slit, "Is mine and only mine."
She shivered in expectation and fear at the look in his eyes. She could just see the top of his head and his black smoldering eyes from in between her thighs. He slid a finger along her slit, dipping his finger into her folds. He pulled his finger back and it glistened with her essence. He put the finger to his lips and sucked. "Just as I thought, sweet."
She gasped when she felt his tongue begin to lick at the moisture on her right thigh. His hands massaged her legs as he enjoyed her. His tongue moved to her left thigh, licking and suckling the skin. She cried out and arched of the bed when his tongue traced a line from the bottom of her slit to the top. He placed his hand on her stomach and pressed her back into the mattress.
He nipped at her inner thigh and kissed the skin, dipping his finger into her folds again to find her aching core. He carefully pushed his index finger inside of her. She groaned and the muscles of her tight channel tightened against him. He pulled his finger back out to let his tongue push in-between her slick folds before pressing his finger back into her, a little further this time.
Sherlock pulled his finger back, his hands now gripping her waist and pulled her flush against the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs and placed them over each of his shoulders. He parted her folds with his fingers. She felt the rush of blood and she nearly screamed as he licked and flicked her clit. His tongue circled her clit, before delving inside of her, tongue fucking her.
She could feel the heat rushing to her core and she clutched at his curls, digging her nails into his scalp. It only fueled his desire and need for her. He kept thrusting his tongue into her again and again while his fingers rolled the sensitive nub. She felt the waves of heat coursing though her until she was overcome and screamed his name. But he wasn't done with her.
She was shaking and quivering under his ministrations. Her nails scrapped across his scalp as he continued to lap at her, his fingers now moving in and out of her slick hot core. She moved against his hand as he sucked the sensitive nub harder, biting gently and sending her into another fit of spasms, screaming his name as she clutched at him. He could feel her core throbbing around his finger as her entire body convulsed from the pleasure.
After she came a third time, Sherlock stopped and looked up to see the quivering, delicate woman in front of him. Her breasts were heaving as she gasped for air, her body trembled from the aftershocks of her pleasure, and sweat glistened against her creamy white skin. He wanted to fuck her so badly. He wanted to pull her down against him, pin her wrists on either side of her head and fuck her like a piston, until she was begging and pleading for him to stop because she could take no more.
"Please…Sherlock…no more…can't take it…" She managed to gasp.
Sherlock stood, taking her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. "But we've only just begun Molly. There is so much more to teach you and show you."
Molly looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. Her eyes moved over his form slowly. She noticed that he was fully clothed while she was naked and for some reason, she found this even more sensual. Her eyes stopped roaming when she came to the very distinct bulge in his pants that happened to be eye level with her.
She bit her lip and looked up at him. Slowly, she reached out with trembling hands and began to unfasten his belt. She pulled the belt from the loops, tossing it onto the floor. Sherlock stood still, letting her explore and take the lead.
She continued to chew her lips nervously as her small hands unfastened his pants and unzipped them. She took hold of the side of his pants and pulled them over his buttocks to his thighs. His erection was straining the threads of his boxers.
She took hold of the elastic band and slid his boxers over his hips, his erection bouncing freely in her face, his large, wide, heavy erection.
Slowly she reached out and ran her fingers along the ridge of his length. He moaned and it startled her. She jerked her hand back.
"Molly, touch me. Please." He said.
She reached out again and grasped his length gently. With her other hand, she ran her palm over the head and felt the sticky pre cum glide onto her hand. She licked her lips as she stared at it.
"Would you like to taste me, Molly?" He asked
She glanced at him, her skin flushing as she nodded. She leaned closer to him, still holding his erection and flicked her tongue over the tip of the head. He leaned into her hand, groaning. She flicked her tongue over the tip again before closing her lips over the head and sucking gently.
Sherlock's hand fisted in her hair and he stepped even closer to her. She opened her mouth wider and enclosed more of his length in her mouth, slowly pulling back, letting her tongue caress the underside of his shaft.
She tasted more of him as it oozed from the tip of his cock. "Molly…" He croaked.
She ignored him and enclosed her hot little mouth over his length again, sucking harder this time. He moaned loudly and pushed more of himself inside of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed a little, pulling away.
He knelt in front of her, taking her face in his hands. "As much as I would love to have that pleasure, I want to be inside of you when I cum. Now, lay back love."
She obeyed, scooting herself back up the mattress to the middle of the bed. She watched him as he removed the rest of his clothing. It was when he was completely naked in front of her that she seemed to notice the length and girth of his cock.
Her eyes widened as he climbed on top of her, his body covering hers. He rested his weight on his elbows and he leaned down to kiss her. She could taste herself on him and decided it wasn't unpleasant.
She could feel his erection bouncing over her slit. She swallowed hard again and looked at him. "You're going to put that inside of me?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly.
He smiled, kissing her forehead, nose, and then lips. "Yes, Molly. I'm going to put…" He kissed her nose, "every…" He kissed her cheek, "single…" he kissed her other cheek, "inch…"he kissed her lips, "inside of you…" He finished crushing his lips to hers.
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