Chapter 31
Alfie
Jensen’s skin is hot to the touch. Almost as scorching as the heat inside him. The scent radiating out from him makes my wildest dreams seem tame. It’s a rich, decadent aroma. It’s sex and sweet things. Inside jokes and flirty looks. Oversharing and ill-advised plans.
It’s shared conversation. Shared meals. Shared laughter.
It’s running through mazes at midnight.
My favorite stories read aloud to me.
But more than anything else, it’s a tantalizing taste of the rest of my life.
Jensen moans as I thrust into him, his back arching hard. His body receives mine as if he were made to do it. Made for me, the way I was made for him. He pushes himself back, forcing himself to take me to the hilt.
There’s no air in my lungs. No thought in my mind, except for he’s beautiful.
He’s perfect.
He’s mine.
There’s a shift in the air. The clank of a lever. An old molten gear that slots into place. My mate is in heat, and I no longer exist for any reason other than to bring him pleasure.
Every cell in my body understands this to be true and welcomes it.
My dick hardens.
My heart pounds.
“Alpha,” he wails as his ass flutters around me. “Alpha, I need your load.”
I run a hand lightly down his back and his entire body trembles uncontrollably. The way he looks impaled like this is stunning. Soft, smooth skin, tight, taut muscle, and the peachiest, most perfect ass I’ve ever seen spread open as he takes me.
“Alpha!” cries my mate. “Give it to me!”
The sound of his voice pierces my heart and causes me to crash into action.
Instinct takes hold of my hands, my hips, my cock.
Every part of my body screams at me to answer Jensen’s call.
My hands tighten around his hips, and I fuck into him deeply.
I look down at his beautiful body, taking a moment to appreciate the view, to stamp it to memory.
He whimpers from the lull in action.
He whimpers.
My mate needs me.
My body reacts as if in a dream. Abs and glutes clench.
My hips force my cock forward, and I throw myself, full-bodied, into the flames that lap at my partner.
His sweet, slick little opening stretches, tightening around me and convulsing from the pressure my girth delivers with each thrust. It’s like falling from a great height and landing in something soft. Something hot and soaking wet.
It’s like stepping into a hot bath after a long day. A first kiss. A first taste of a meal I love. The opening bars of my favorite song.
It’s all those things, and more.
There’s a quick rush that starts at the base of my spine. A deep tingle. A violent spike in pleasure. A fist clenching so tightly that it makes my eyes bulge and my ears pop.
It’s everywhere. Burning bliss. Excruciating ecstasy. It’s more than a body can take. More than a mind can handle.
It’s the call of the wild answered.
It’s my mate’s body welcoming me home after a long time apart.
My hips thrust without any intention from me, bucking rhythmically in time with Jensen’s cries as I unleash a lifetime of longing into his body.
As the pressure and pleasure consume me.
It’s an electric storm of sensation, thick waves of pleasure slamming into me.
I give myself over to it willingly, accepting my fate and embracing it fully.
I no longer exist for myself. I exist for Jensen now.
Afterward, we collapse on the bed, him on his back, me curled as close to him as I can get. We laugh and talk nonsense and lick lazily into the other’s mouth.
When his next heat wave strikes, we welcome it with open arms.
Jensen is turned inside out. A puddle of a person where something civilized usually is. His pretty cock is hard and almost purple, bobbing desperately between his legs as his hips rock.
His hole is dark pink, glistening with slick and winking seductively as it invites me inside again.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had him. The scent in the chamber is a heady fusion of him and me rather than two distinct traces. I know it’s nighttime now, but I don’t know which night it is. I don’t know if it’s been one day or three since Jensen went into heat.
His eyes are bleary, his lips red and bitten. He’s on his hands and knees again, spread open for me.
“Please, alpha. I need more,” he says over and over.
Usually, when I see an omega this lost to heat, I feel a mild sense of concern and a strong sense of pity. I worry about whether it’s good for a person to leave civilization this far behind.
When I see Jensen like this, I don’t think anything like that. Seeing him like this is different. I know this is a good thing. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened, and what makes it so good is that I’m right here with him. I’m wild too. Raw. Rampant. Undone in every way that’s ever mattered.