Chapter 30 #3
He’s seen me naked before. Well, he’s seen parts of me naked, but he hasn’t seen me like this. Naked everywhere, all at once.
“Jensen.” His voice shakes almost as hard as my knees knock. “Oh, Jensen, you’re beautiful.” His sincerity is so profound that I have to clasp a hand to my mouth to stifle a giggle. “I’m serious,” he says, slurring slightly, “You’re… Oh God. You’re so beautiful.”
A seam rips as he tugs his top over his head, balling it tightly and throwing it onto the floor. Reams of skin, rippling muscle, and thick dark chest hair are revealed. My arousal ratchets up violently.
He loses his pants without taking his eyes off me.
“Sweet Jesus,” I squeak, sitting back slightly. My jaw drops and I swallow hard. My breath rushes out of me in a faint splutter. “Okay. Um. Yes. Okay, good. So…that’s what we’re working with.”
I haven’t seen Alfie naked before. We’ve shared a bed every night since I got lost on the moor, but our clothes have stayed on because we both wanted to wait until I went into heat before doing anything more than we’d already done casually.
Aside from the couple of hours the day I got hurt, Alfie has been constantly medicated around me. I’ve felt his bulge against my hip once or twice, but I’ve never felt it hard—erectile dysfunction is a known side effect of the drug.
I wasn’t aware that I had a dick of my dreams. I can’t say I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it. Not consciously, at least. But looking at the noble appendage jutting out at me, I realize that I definitely do have a dick of my dreams, and it’s aimed squarely at me right now.
I press my fingertips to my lips to suppress a whimper. “That’s…um… It’s… Well, I can see why you might be a little full of yourself.”
His shoulders rise and quake as a soft rumble froths out of him. “Are you flirting with me, my mate?”
I smile lasciviously. “Just stating a fact, Lord.”
He curls up in the nest beside me, his body not quite touching mine.
The proximity alone is enough to ratchet the heat in my blood up to impossible levels.
Unbearable levels. Unsurvivable levels. I was hot before we entered the heat chamber, and I’ve been burning since I opened my eyes this morning, but now I’m more. More than hot. More than burning.
I’m not on fire. I am fire.
I want to touch him, but I don’t trust myself to do it.
My mind is an elastic band that’s been pulled as tight as it can be without snapping.
If I reach for Alfie, if I curl my hand around that thick, veiny cock, I’m going to lose it.
I’m going to jump on top of him, and I know for a fact that I won’t be in control of what I do next.
My entire body trembles from the strain of containing my desire. It took days for me to get to this point the last time I went into heat. Days. This time, it’s only been a few hours, but already, I’m not sure how much more I can take. Everything is hot and constricted. Everything aches and burns.
“So hot,” I whisper. “Burning.”
“Want me to help you, my omega?” It’s a kind, likely very generous offer, but I can hardly form the words required to reply.
“Ngg,” I say, shocked by how quickly I’m devolving.
Alfie leans against the wall and pulls me into his arms. I’m sitting more or less in his lap, facing away from him. My back against his chest. His rock-solid cock stabs against my ass, not helping me calm down at all.
I start squirming in earnest, rubbing my cheeks against him, crying out from how forceful my need for release has become.
His hands are on me in a flash. Big, warm palms making me burn more than I already was.
Soothing me deeper than I ever thought the simple act of hands stroking my arms could achieve.
My head lolls back against his chest as my spine stiffens, tension leaving certain parts of my body and gathering hotly in others.
His fingers dance over my skin, down my arms, and then up again. He holds my hands in his, straightening my fingers to expose my palms and raising them to his lips. He kisses me lightly, stealing a breath from near my pulse point and sighing contentedly as my scent hits him.
His scent is strong now. A roar rather than a whisper.
It’s invaded the entire chamber, filling not only every inch of the space, but also my mind and body.
Quite simply, I’ve never smelled anything I like more.
It’s abject affection, want and desire, humanity and every animal instinct in existence all rolled into one.
“You’re so warm,” he murmurs softly, pressing his lips to my temple. “So soft and hard and delicious.”
His hands wander down my chest, up my thighs.
My legs fall open wide without so much as a light tap from him.
The world goes away. My home in Seattle fades first, then the ocean that separates me from that place.
The sky and the earth on this continent fade next.
Then the moor around us, the stables, and the gardens.
Finally, Beaumont Craven House crumbles, the walls and ceilings evaporate, and it’s just him and me left.
An alpha and an omega hurtling through space with a blistering heat descending on us.
Orgasmic energy ripples under my skin, swelling and fighting for freedom.
I struggle in his arms, seeking contact, seeking pleasure, but knowing it’s too early for me to find it.
He can’t touch my dick, and I know he won’t touch my hole this close to my heat because he’ll be trying to limit what I’ll need to recover from.
Alfie’s hands travel over my body, touching me everywhere except where I need to be touched. It whips up my arousal to dangerous levels. I moan and cry out, language lost to me as my hips roll in a frantic, ancient rhythm.
“So beautiful,” he whispers drunkenly as I dance in his arms. “So, so beautiful.”
I moan again, and whatever it is that makes him the way he is, understands. I need to come. I need a release, or I’m going to lose my mind. I know it’s too early. I know my body isn’t ready. I understand all that. It’s just that if I don’t come, I’m going to combust, and soon.
His fingertips find my nipples, tweaking them gently between his forefinger and thumb.
Sensitive flesh pebbles instantly, and for a second, I panic that he’s misunderstood the situation.
It’s too much pleasure. I need a release, not more arousal.
He’s turning me on more when I’m already catastrophically turned on.
I cry loudly and thrash, but his grip on my nipples doesn’t waver.
He rolls them gently, gently, gently, and then he tugs both of them at the same time.
My spine stiffens, and I shout in surprise. Angry. Confused. Blindingly horny.
He does it again.
I shout louder, swearing for good measure as well.
“Good boy,” he says.
My mind spins, a vacant lot except for shards of confusion. What did I do that was good?
He rolls my nipples again. Gently, gently, and then I understand.
I’m holding still for him. I’m accepting the pleasure he’s giving me even though it feels like it could kill me.
My ribs quake, the skin on my chest breaking into a rash of goose bumps as he rolls gently once more.
I ball my hands into fists and clench my teeth, drowning in anticipation as I wait for the hard tug I know is coming.
And it does.
It comes with a raw rip that shakes something ferocious loose.
Something that wakes primordial wiring. Ancient chains that connect my nipples to my cock stir to life.
I shout as he tugs, bucking as the sensation travels from my nipples down my body, pooling in my groin.
It builds and builds until I don’t think I can take any more, and then it continues higher.
When I’m mute, a million miles away and no longer human, the pleasure he’s bestowing on me snaps, releasing in a mind-bending warm gush.
A hot splash of semen spills onto my belly and a spurt of slick forms a sticky puddle under me.
“I came,” I mumble in disbelief, several minutes later. “I came without my dick or hole being touched.”
For his part, the lord doesn’t seem in the slightest bit surprised that such a thing is possible, and damn if his absolute understanding of my body isn’t a vicious turn-on.
“Feel any better?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, chest rising and falling fast. “You could say that.”
He looks pleased with himself, but he shouldn’t. He’s sated my body, but my mind is still screaming for more. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air, and I want, no need, the scent of his seed to merge with mine.
I squirm out of his grip and straddle his knees, a grim, unshakable determination possessing me as I lean forward and take that massive alpha cock in my hands.
His eyes fly open in shock and slam shut just as quickly.
I bow my head and lick a starved stripe up his shaft, sweeping my tongue liberally back and forth across the sensitive spot under the ridge of his head.
His fingers clench, fisting the bedsheets as his mouth gapes open. The sounds he makes are something else. Something meant to happen outdoors on nights when the moon is full.
Something meant for me, and me only.
I lick and stroke, velvety skin riding up and down a steel pole as my hands move. I’m riveted. I’ve never loved a cock more. Never wanted one the way I want this one. Never felt this strange, certain sense of ownership I feel when I look at this dick.
“This is mine,” I say, clutching it tightly and sucking the head into my mouth, releasing it with a wet pop.
The alpha I’m in the process of unmanning nods helplessly. “Yours,” he agrees, nodding haphazardly. “All yours.”
I lower my head and swallow as much of him as I can. A salty burst of precum hits the tip of my tongue, and it’s so satisfying and sweet that I lose control, slurping and jerking him sloppily and without a great deal of coordination.