Chapter Six
Esmeray
He folded fitted sheets. Without magic. A feat unforeseen by the greatest oracles and unobtainable by even heroes and geniuses alike.
I’ve found my mate.
I crashed into the space between his legs.
Gre was neat, organized, had little metal corner guards in all his rooms and along every step to prevent dirt caking in places.
His rugs were spotless, wood floors well kept.
How could such a clean male not have a mate?
He was thoughtful, organized, and knowledgeable.
He had a lexicon of consent thicker than most alphas’ skulls.
And what was the best part? There wasn’t any song or dance.
No preamble. Nothing. Gre was mine and we had to copulate.
Ausmius had said it was a great idea from the beginning…said being the operative word. The shadow rarely spoke. The wicked little voice in his ear had whispered for days for him to call the mage for some fun. Needless to say, I didn’t do fun.
Our mouths met the moment I could rise on my feet, lips parted. Gre’s tongue slid forward, tasting my lips, letting our tongues glide. “Glad you did use my toothbrush.”
“Garlic breath?” I panted as he leaned back farther to lay on the bed, letting me kiss his jaw and neck.
“I happen to like garlic.”
“Mm, me too.” I nosed along until I met the knot of his tie, the fold of his collar, all easy enough to overcome. I pried and pulled at them, gently laying them to the side. Tossing of clothing and feral lust weren’t my favorite things.
When he shrugged from his dress shirt, we kissed again, and my fingers explored his chest, lower, tips tracing his belt.
I loved what I felt, a flat stomach, lightly toned pectorals, firm hips.
He wasn’t musclebound by any stretch, but solid and reassuring.
A male like that wouldn’t ignore me to go pump iron and watch macros. He comforted me.
As I unwrapped the gift of an alpha that had been presented to me, I yielded to him, letting his equally nimble fingers strip my shirt, digits tracing my sharp clavicles, narrow shoulders.
He rubbed into my flesh as much as he touched, every movement an invitation to withdraw consent or push forward.
I wanted to keep going. Not only was it in my best interest to cement our bond, I ached for it.
The hollowness of my body had gone ignored long enough.
I barely ate or slept some days, let alone masturbated.
That was the way I’d always been, ignoring it until it was too much, until it was a problem.
Sinners and saints, I needed it! It was all I could do to keep my buttocks clenched and cock distanced enough that I didn’t leak and ruin my new clothes.
Wearing a lover’s articles was such a thrill.
A mark of pride and socially acceptable claim.
My wandering fingers found his belt and did away with the trappings with a clink and rattle.
A button parted with but a flick, and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what I’d find beneath.
His clothes fit so well, I had no indication of his endowments.
I’d take anything he had to offer, though.
Even a man poorly endowed had a mouth and fingers fit to bring an omega off.
There was the matter of certain anatomy that giraffe shifters possessed, a cock with a crooked head, angled such that would stimulate a mate appropriately.
A flattened frenulum, blunt and made to batter its way forward into an omega mercilessly.
No gentle tapers for such a creature. The only saving grace was a giraffe’s gentleness and the greater propensity for alpha giraffes to prefer other alphas.
Omegas, too, preferred omegas, only straying to the occasional alpha to produce young.
Alpha giraffes that liked omegas really liked omegas.
They reproduced, and it was not uncommon for one, referred to as an exclusive, to father a dozen foals in their life.
I wiped the thought from my mind. Surely Gre would have said something if he had young. But the thought made jealousy boil in my belly, roughening my motions.
Woolen trousers slid down Gre’s thighs, and a swift gesture had his cock springing to life from the confines of sleek boxer briefs.
“Esmeray.” Gre pulled my face up. Our noses touched as he whispered. Our lips brushed. “Do you wish to be fucked?”
I swallowed. “Please.”
Gre grasped his cock, threading my fingers with his own for a gentle stroke. “You weren’t shocked.”
The length of him wasn’t the thickest, nor too slender, a powerful pillar of pulsing desire.
Strong veins wound up the pale, pinkish shaft to an unhooded, blunt head, flared at the frenulum with a downward tilt that suggested his best performance would be done from behind.
The way it would stroke my prostate made goose bumps race along my arms.
“Half succubus.” I swallowed hard again, my body trembling. His warm fingers explored my clothed backside, pulling me in as they too faded away, sliding down my legs with a gentle sweep.
My new red shirt slid away, fingers brushing silken fabric as Gre had the garment parting from my flesh with a lifelike slither.
No underwear. His wouldn’t fit me, nor was it appropriate.
His eyes, so golden and bright, a separate fire to them burning for me, hooded.
“Until we have that list. The safe word is silk. And if you pinch me, I will stop. Are we clear?”
My cock jerked and with my pants gone, I relented, luxuriating in the sensation of hot slick trailing down my crease, wetting my thighs. “Silk and pinch. Got it.”
“Good.” He manhandled me, hands spreading over my ass before prying the cheeks apart, exposing my ass to the air, cold kissing at my hole.
His mouth dominated mine, and I gripped onto his shoulders before scooting in to let our cocks touch.
I relished the sensation of the bare masts grazing one another, hot pre-ejaculate drizzling from the tip of me with a steady drip.
I was made for lust, and when his fingers slid inward, fingertips from both hands prodding at my hole, I gasped into his mouth.
Flat teeth nipped my tongue, and he moved one hand between us, jacking me gently as his other hand shifted, mixing support with intent as a single prodding finger breached my entrance.
“So tight. So wet.” He circled that finger slowly, pushing it in and out.
In and out. The way he rolled his palm held my weight, taking my body into the motion as he worked that single finger in to his second knuckle and let his thumb massage into a glute, as if trying to bring me a bit of reassurance, a promise that he would be gentle, and that he would make that obscene length of his fit inside of me come hell or high water.
A second finger prodded, the first sting of a stretch making me groan into his mouth.
“Speak, omega.” He drew his mouth from mine as my breath hitched.
“I’m ready. Please.” I clenched my hole around his fingers and earned a gentle press and stroke, rubbing just out of range of my sacred spot.
“Ready for what?” Gre’s low tone made my body tense, muscles shiver.
“I want your cock inside me.” The whisper that left my lips came out with a whimper trailing every vowel, a squeak of weakness that he took full advantage of as he withdrew his fingers and turned me on his lap to straddle his thighs.
With a rough gesture, he pushed my forebody, bending me as his hands lined my hips up.
The unforgiving girth of his cockhead glanced off my hole, and he rested it there.
A single heartbeat between an arrangement and union.
One little nudge backward and our pact would be as good as sealed on my end.
I attempted to do so, but Gre held me tight, rocking his hips forward with the use of strong bedsprings.
Each bounce opened me only slightly, but retreated just as fast. “The more aroused I am, the more my cockhead swells. Should I slip inside now, or wait until it will hurt?”
I wanted him inside me at that very moment and would die a happy man to feel it swell inside me, but I craved a burn, sting, stretch, and total ruination.
I’d heal. My cock jerked, a spurt of pre striping the wood floor before us with a bit of distance.
He leaned forward, lips at my ear. “Knock knock, little omega. Let me in.”
The growl of pleasure made my body clench, and at that moment, Gre thrusted, popping the swollen head just beyond my ring with a pulse of fiery pain and pleasure combining.
A quick glance to our shadows had our normal silhouettes in place, abstract things formed from light coming from two ways. I could only muster a choked noise.
“What’s the deepest you’ve ever gone?” His length made distance grow between us as that flared head pulsed bigger. A nudge of his hips had it where his fingers were, just inside, teasing a hair’s distance away from my prostate.
“Not as deep a-as you.” I couldn’t recall the depths I’d driven toys to, the casual hookups I’d entertained forgettable at best. The few long-term relationships I’d stayed in all lost in the wind as he tunneled into me to rake that bulbous head over my gland. “Ngh… Definitely not.”
He rested a hand on my belly, fingers clutching to the taut surface as his hips rocked. When he brought my weight atop him, he angled himself and rocked ever so gently, plying me open from start to finish, inches to spare still separating me from seating atop his searing length. “Oh… Oh, fuck.”
“Gladly.” Gre lifted and settled me, hand gripping my thigh, fingers curling above the crook of my knee.
He rocked into me, pace increasing, length delving deeper with every thrust, hollowing me out from the inside. My insides clenched, body on fire for more.