Chapter 10 #2
I shift my grip to hold his hands properly, clasping them while I run my thumbs over his sweaty palms. “It’s true that I was angry and felt used once I realized you propositioned me only to get the key for the cabinet, but…
it wasn’t just that, was it? What you said wasn’t just lies?
I…can tell.” Or so I hope. “What we did was genuine for the most part, wasn’t it? ”
I fixate on his deliciously pink bottom lip. Wren swallows before running his tongue over it to wet it, leaving a sheen of his saliva on display and sending more of his scent out. Then he nods, his blond lashes fluttering as he looks up at me intently. Apologetically. Hopefully.
With a smile, I stand, pulling him up with me. “So lemme help you.”
We end up on the bed again, only this time everything feels different.
Now that he’s in a rut, it should be more mindless compared to before, but instead, everything is softer, more present.
Wren has his hands resting on my hips, and they slide up my back to cradle me as he lays me down on the quilt.
His palms never leave my skin, like he is afraid I’ll disappear if he stops touching me.
No matter the scent of his pheromones that makes me melt—and harden in all the right places—or the eager kisses we share, every touch is so intensely…
genuine. Like we finally understand each other properly.
I wipe his wet cheeks as we kiss. No more tears. I don’t want to see them.
We both kneel on my bed, undressed and facing each other. When our cocks brush together, it sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Rus…” Wren breathes out helplessly.
Smiling, I peck his cheek and rock my hips into his, getting a delicious moan in return. “Feeling better?” I ask, grabbing his chin gently. He nods, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me. “Good. I missed hearin’ your voice.”
His hands cup my ass, kneading and squeezing it without pushing any further.
“I don’t know how different an alpha’s rut really is from what I experience in heat…but when I’m in it, what brings me the most relief is to just focus on my body. Sink into the pleasure. No thinking. No worrying. No holdin’ back.”
“Mhmm,” he hums, head craning back with a deep, focused exhale.
“So let me help you with this. You and me. Here. Now. Don’t think about anything else. Concentrate on my touch, alright?”
Nodding slowly, Wren closes his eyes.
After I let go of his face, I take a moment to drink in the sight of him.
He really is beautiful. Even if there isn’t much fat on him—and now I can unfortunately better understand why he might struggle to look after himself—he still has lean muscle mass faintly sculpting his arms and torso.
His body is strong and shaped in a pleasant way, and his broad shoulders taper into narrow hips in the slight V shape that my bulky self could only dream of.
I tease his pink nipple with my thumb until Wren quivers with pleasure, and then I move down with a playful smile on my lips.
The muscles on his stomach flex with his every tense, trembling breath. I follow the treasure trail to his lap, where his rigid cock aches for touch. I run my tongue along my teeth and take him in my hand, keeping my grip loose as I caress him from root to tip.
Wren moans, and there’s something raw about it, something desperate. He slides one hand into my hair while the other grips my shoulder like I’m the only thing anchoring him to reality.
There’s a thick, curving vein running over his entire length, disappearing only near the girthier area where his knot is. I tighten my grip around there, teasing the spot with short strokes.
“Oh fuck, please! I…”
His pheromones are like a damn waterfall, and so is my hole. I bite down on my lip, fighting the urge to beg him to slide his fingers inside. I’m so wet for him. So ready. But first, I need to make him feel good. To properly distract him from any possible lingering thoughts that could ruin this.
I keep stroking Wren, but after a few moments, it’s clearly not enough, so I press my cock against his, relishing the heat and closeness of it.
I send a quick thanks to the gods for my large hands as I wrap one around the both of us, using our precum as lubricant.
With only a few strokes and Wren is tugging at my hair so that I meet his hungry eyes, and he holds my gaze as he reaches his release.
My cock’s tight and needy just from the sight of Wren’s cum dripping down my shaft.
It pools between my fingers, begging to be consumed.
The way he doesn’t look away, even through his orgasm, has me dangerously close to coming, too. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper, praying he is about to help me with exactly that.
Wren leans in, brushing our noses together in a tease. “Let me in. I need…I need to be inside you. You smell so fucking good. I’m losing my damn mind, Rus.”
Blooming heat spreads through my chest with each deep breath.
I enjoy playing coy for a bit; sticking out my tongue to meet his only to pull away from the kiss the moment he desperately chases after it.
But then Wren makes a quiet whine, pulling his brows into a hopeless frown, and my heart lurches.
No, not my heart, but some primal instinct in me that springs to life. An omega toying with an alpha in need like this ain’t right, it bellows, and a switch flips inside my brain. No more hard to get. If he wants me, he can have me.
I take his hands in mine and slide them downward, over my hips and onto my ass.
His searching palms grab at me like I’m something vital, and I nod against his cheek as his fingers reach toward my hole.
I feel the shudder that goes through him once he realizes what my invitation means.
His cock is hard again and bobbing against me.
“That’s it,” I whisper, hissing at the end as his index fingers from each hand push it at the same time, spreading me wide.
He’s said I smell good, but all I can focus on is his scent.
It’s so thick. It is everywhere. I taste it on my tongue, feel it in my nose, and it settles in my lungs with each breath.
The scent of an alpha in rut can be overwhelming…
or totally intoxicating. Better than any drug.
Better than the warm rays of the sun or air or life itself.
That is the gift the gods have given to us.
Wren puts more digits in, four in total now, and I helplessly press my face into his shoulder while moving my hips to adjust myself just right. Like his cock, Wren’s fingers are long, and they reach inside of me with flawless precision.
In the past, other alphas were always apprehensive about stepping into their role with me.
I was too big, too intimidating. It hurt their egos or something…
But Wren just does it, and that makes me want to slip into my role for him, too.
A good, eager omega, as desperate to please his alpha as his alpha is to make him feel good.
And Wren deserves to feel good. When I look into his blue eyes, I see the hurt and pain behind them. And at the very back is his soul—I see that he is beautiful and pure. I know it in my heart.
That makes me want to be his devoted omega that much more. To heal him. To make him whole again, even if that’s stupid and irrational and completely ridiculous. Sex with me can’t fix him, but right now, I really, really want to try. If nothing else, this needs to be the best rut he’s ever had.
Or is this just me getting drunk on his pheromones?
I don’t know. And I don’t care.
“You goin’ to fill me up?” I ask before meeting his lips with mine, fully giving in to the filthy thoughts floating in my head. “You gonna make me take every inch of you?”
Wren hums eagerly, his fingers moving in and out of me in sync with the rhythm of his grinding hips.
Not enough.
I pull him away slowly. When I reach down to remove them from my body, Wren looks stricken, as if I’m taking something priceless from him. He furrows his light brows, so I playfully run my finger over his lips, red and puffy from kissing me and rubbing against my beard, and turn around.
I move up on the bed, sinking onto all fours to present him my ass. Wren lets out a shaky exhale, so I chance a peek over my shoulder to witness the way he goes completely feral, eyes fixated on me like an animal ready to pounce.
“Oh, you have no fucking idea”—he situates himself behind me, spreading my cheeks and draping himself over my back—“how magnificent you look.”
He teases me by rubbing his cockhead around my entrance. I moan and greedily push into him, my back arching instinctively.
“Rus.” His voice has me glance up again with bated breath.
The plain demand of it reaches all the way to the center of my being, touching some part that’s lain dormant for a long, long time.
There’s an unfamiliar darkness in his expression.
He swallows loudly and licks his lips, staring me down with his dick ready.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he says, a warning laced through his words.
I let out a loud exhale—nearly a moan—and nod, following his orders like I was born to. It feels good. So good to be at someone’s mercy. To know I can trust him to ruin me just in the right way.
Wren rests one hand on my shoulder and the other over my hip, using both to keep me still. Clearly reveling in submerging every inch, he pushes his cock in slowly.
I huff once his skin comes flush with mine and roll my eyes into the back of my head at the marvelous sensation of being filled completely.
Even without seeing him, the mental image of him behind me makes the pleasure completely paralyzing.
Wren, with his slender body and cascading hair and rigid cock… a part of me. One with me.
“Wren… D-don’t stop.”