Chapter 13 #2
My hand works again, slowly and gently circling Lucien’s ring until he moans from deep in his belly. Then I dip a finger into his hole.
His body offers no resistance. None at all.
Only a sopping, snug chamber that sucks me in.
A wet, blazing-hot portal to heaven. I finger him gently, not deep and not hard because I’m mindful of how sensitive he is, how much his hole has already been through, and how much it still has headed its way.
I check how he’s doing and see his lovely face pressed against the tile with a frozen expression. Only one side of his face is visible, his eyes closed, lashes long and thick, lips parted and turned up at the corners.
I slide another finger into him, and his jaw drops open a little more.
Satisfied that he’s steady on his feet, I let go of his waist and pick the shower nozzle up again. I spray the water directly where my fingers are buried, beckoning gently inside him as I do it. He moans loudly as the loads I put in him spill out.
I switch off the water and hang the nozzle up when I’m done. Lucien pushes himself off the wall and drops heavily against me. As soon as his body makes contact with mine, he arches like a cat, rubbing his silky ass all over me. I slither to my knees—involuntarily.
He looks back at me and quirks his lips. “Hungry?”
As it turns out, I am. I really am. I haven’t eaten for hours, and I’ve been fucking a horny omega for most of that time. I’m lightheaded, my belly is aching and grumbling. That said, Lucien’s heated hole is the only thing I want.
It looks decadent. Delicious. I want to gorge myself on it. Mash my face into it and never come up for air.
I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and groan softly at the sight before me. He’s wet and pink. Ring swollen and puffy.
“So pretty,” I slur, leaning in with my tongue outstretched.
I lick him and lick him. Soft and hard. Slow and fast. I start with long strokes that begin at his balls and lave his taint, teasing his opening and darting around it more than touching it directly.
He wriggles and bucks, resorting to stamping his foot when I don’t immediately give him what he wants.
It’s not just me, right? It’s adorable. It’s can’t-breathe-can’t-think-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-myself cute.
It doesn’t take long for my resistance to crumble, and soon, I’m behind him, with my face mashed against him and my tongue fully distended inside him.
He’s running so hot that it doesn’t take much to coax an orgasm out of him. I lap up the juices he gives me, dizzy, as I hear myself thank him for them.
Damn, I sound sincere.
I clamber to my feet, head spinning as he turns to face me. I’m shivering uncontrollably from being in a cold shower for so long.
“Aw.” He smiles with faux sympathy, his voice laced with sex and seduction. “Are you cold, big alpha man?”
“Little bit,” I manage through chattering teeth.
“C’mere, I’ll warm you up.”
He puts his arms around my neck and presses his hot body against mine. He’s like a furnace, and holy shit, he smells good. My arms curl around him and my lips drift toward his.
He looks up at me, and his gaze stutters, pausing when it reaches my lips. My heart begins to pound, to hope, but he doesn’t pause for long. His eyes are on the move again, traveling down my body. It’s not his fault. He can’t help how horny he is.
He whistles quietly, groping my pecs hard and then attacking my biceps, squeezing the muscle he finds there with a determined sort of glee.
“You’re so jacked, alpha man. You’re so big and strong.
Mmph, look at this muscle…” His hands track upward and he scrapes his fingers through my beard, tugging gently. “Look at all this hair.”
From there, his hands make their way down again, this time curling around the small of my back and grabbing my ass a little more amorously than I was expecting.
I jump out of his reach ungracefully and swat him away, producing a sound that could easily be described as a giggle, if it were made by someone who wasn’t an alpha.
I toss a fluffy white towel to him and wrap another tightly around my waist.
“You’re so hot, Branson.” He looks straight at me when he says it, without a hint of shame. For a split second, I let myself believe it’s him talking, not his heat. “Did I ever tell you that?”
“You’re so horny, Lucien.” I laugh. “And no, you didn’t.”
He cocks a playful brow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ah, you think I’m only saying that because my heat has burned through my inhibitions, don’t you?”
I don’t think it. I know it. Loss of inhibition is a common side effect of heat. It typically sets in on day one or two, with inhibitions being more and more corroded as heat progresses. Sometimes, not all the time, inhibition can be so thoroughly lost that delirium occurs.
I don’t want to be dismissive of his state, so I don’t answer, but I give a little shrug.
He leans in close, pushing himself up onto his toes, and whispers hotly against my neck. “What if I told you I’ve always found you attractive? What then?”
My heart lurches, even though I know I shouldn’t let it. I’ve helped enough omegas through heats to know Lucien isn’t himself right now. He isn’t. All omegas get like this when their hormones take over. It’s normal. To be expected.
It’s just that this time, the omega is Lucien, and I’ve dreamed of him saying things like this to me for longer than I care to admit.
“Is that what you’re saying?” I ask like an idiot.
He bats his lashes flirtatiously, curling a sexy shoulder in my direction.
“Maybe it is. Maybe I did and just never realized it because I was so busy being scared and distrustful of alphas, but…I definitely noticed you.” He gives me a playful slap on my arm.
“You’re kind of hard to miss, you brick shithouse of a man. ”
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about being referred to as a brick shithouse of a man, but I am sure that I hate that he’s scared of alphas. Lots of omegas are, and often, they have good reason to be. Something deep in my core roils at the thought of Lucien, my Lucien, being afraid of me.
I hate it because I was made to protect, not harm.
“Are you still scared of me?”
“God no!” he says, dropping his hand from my arm and reaching for my dick.
He takes it firmly in hand and uses it as a lever to pull me closer to him.
I can’t say I’ve been dragged around by my dick before, but strangely, I don’t hate it.
“I’m not scared of you anymore. I can’t get enough of you now.
I can’t think of anything but this beautiful alpha cock.
” He curls his fingers around my dick and gives it another firm tug.
Skin tightens. Flesh swells, and a warm bolt of pleasure rushes up my shaft.
“So nice,” he says, stroking me dreamily, “so handsome and sturdy. Feels so good in my ass, wonder what it would feel like in my… Hey—” He flicks his eyes up at me. “Can I put it in my mouth?”
My mind falters. Thoughts turn to liquid and bump into each other.
The idea of my dick in Lucien’s mouth is enough to persuade me to make really, really bad decisions.
That sweet mouth stretched wide. Those pretty lips wrapped around me…
But no. We can’t do that. Of course we can’t do it.
He’s in heat, and if I put my dick anywhere near his mouth, I’ll come on the spot.
“No, Lucy,” I aim for Stern Alpha Who Knows Things, but fall miserably short, landing on a saccharine, cajoling tone that is far from impressive. “You’re in heat. It’s anal only for you, you know that. Everything I have has to go in your butt, not down your throat.”
He pouts and turns his back on me stroppily.
He stamps his foot again, and this time accompanies it with a little huff.
His ass jiggles as he does it and I follow him into the bedroom with the urgency of a dog chasing a treat.
I’m not sure if I actively decided to follow him, or if there’s an invisible leash around my neck—one he has wrapped around his little finger.
“Come on,” I say, intercepting him before he has time to burrow into the nest. “We need to go to the kitchen.”
His top lip pulls up as though I’ve suggested a trip to the dump. “What for?”
“I need to eat,” I remind him.
“Oh yeah, you poor thing. Can’t believe you still have to do things like that.
” He’s animated, eyes and brows working together to tease me.
I love him playful like this. Playful with me.
“Omegas are so much more advanced, don’t you think?
We don’t even need food when we’re heat fucking. We can go days without it.”
I bite back a smile and nod in solemn agreement, opting not to remind him how weak he’ll be by the time his heat is over, or that when we get to the kitchen, I’m going to make sure he downs a packet of electrolytes, even if I have to use my alpha voice on him to get him to do it.
I step into a pair of sleeping pants and pull them up.
“Pants?” he exclaims, nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Why are you wearing pants? They’re a terrible invention. They’re the worst. I can’t imagine why people ever started wearing them.”
“I have no idea why people started wearing them.” I drop my gaze to his lips. “But I know why I’m wearing them now.”
He makes a face. “Please. Pants won’t stop me. It’d take so much more than pants to stop me.”
I tie my drawstring, pulling it nice and tight, and eye the door. “Are you okay to walk to the kitchen, or do you want me to carry you?”
I know I’m babying him, and I expect outrage at the suggestion. Lucien is nothing if not fiercely independent. To my surprise, he throws himself into my arms with a throaty chuckle and not a lick of hesitation. He wraps his arms and legs around me and clings to me like a little monkey.
I can’t possibly explain what a simp I am for this kind of thing.
For this kind of guy.
For this exact guy.
“Wow, Branson,” he chirps as I carry him down the hall, “look what I can do now.”