Chapter 16
Branson
I lay Lucien on his back, and he sinks into the mattress like it’s a burrow. Like it’s a safe, downy hideaway where bad things don’t exist. His legs fall open as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, something he’s always been meant to do, and something I’ve always been meant to witness.
I observe him, frozen. Paralyzed by his beauty. I can’t move. Or blink. All I can do is gape at the sight before me. His lips are puffy and so pink that they look like they’ve been bitten. His eyes are baby blue and luminous with lascivious intentions.
He looks too perfect to be real. He looks like he should be untouchable. Put on a pedestal and looked at only.
And yet, I’ve touched him. I’ve done things to him that have left his hole stretched out and sodden with semen.
“What’s wrong, alpha?” An intoxicating smile curls around his words.
“Nothing,” I reply quickly.
His smile curls more, bending my resistance to breaking point. “So what are you doing up there when I’m down here, huh?”
I shrug, trying my best to remember how to look nonchalant and unwhipped. “I’m looking at you, baby.”
He laughs like a man who knows damn well he’s pretty. Who knows damn well I’ve never laid eyes on an omega as beautiful. A man who’s ravaged by heat but knows he has me right where he wants me.
He cocks a coquettish brow and lets his gaze slither down my chest. “How’s that knot coming, alpha? Is there anything I can do to make it happen faster?”
I shake my head at him, but I love that he’s like this, so horny and desperate. I stroke my dick slowly from root to tip, watching as a bright pink hole blinks at me hopefully.
Arousal seeps through my veins, distending and heating until things that felt close a moment ago feel distant and unimportant.
I kneel between Lucien’s legs, and my cockhead finds its way to his opening of its own accord. I sink into him, and he accepts me without a flicker of resistance. Without any fight. His ring stretches open to accommodate me like it was made to do it.
I fuck into him, aware that this time is different. This fuck is different. I penetrate him deeply, wasting no time before pistoning in and out of him, fucking loud gasps out of him as I loosen him thoroughly.
“Knot me,” he whispers. “Please knot me.”
There’s a hot burst of pleasure at the base of my cock that feels like the start of something new. Something big. I cover Lucien’s body with mine, holding myself up so I don’t crush him. My joints tighten, bone matter stiffening as I begin to swell.
“Are you sure?” I say again, this time through teeth that are clenched from the strain of what’s happening to my dick. “It’s now or never, Lucy. If I don’t pull out now, this second, I won’t be able to.”
“Give me everything you’ve got,” smiles the seraph.
My dick hears his voice, his words, and reacts. It hardens so profusely that the rest of my body feels cold and like it doesn’t belong to me. My dick throbs and boils, sensation churning at the base as my knot starts to form.
I don’t make a sound, and I don’t take a breath.
I can’t. All I can do is watch Lucien’s face as it flicks through one expression after another.
Curiosity creases his brow first, a distant interest that turns to wonderment as his sphincter registers the change.
There’s a moment of hesitation, breathy and unsure, where it looks like he’s uncertain if what he’s feeling is a product of his imagination or if it’s really happening.
Then a sharp, stunned cry when he realizes it is.
He pants softly, his chest rising and falling jerkily, and his hands ball the sheet beneath him as he struggles to keep still and let me swell inside him.
And I do. I swell so much that everything other than my knot becomes flimsy and surreal. A grainy scene I vaguely remember from a movie rather than my reality.
His eyes stretch as I swell, the whites around his irises becoming wider with each passing second.
I’m more conscious of my existence in Lucien’s body than I am in my own.
His jaw drops open, lips a perfect, pretty O that’s frozen in place.
His shock drags out for several seconds before changing into a scream that passes air over his larynx but doesn’t make any sound.
“You okay?” I grind out, with difficulty.
His jaw works, his eyes fixed on mine. “Full.” There’s a click as he swallows, and a soft rasp where his voice used to be. “So full.”
I stroke his face and kiss his cheeks. “I know, baby. Just a little bit more, okay?”
He nods and wails as the final stretch takes hold. His thighs shake uncontrollably when it’s done, when I’m knotted inside him, and his gaze becomes glazed and unseeing.
I keep as still as I possibly can, but the snug heat of his muscle clamped around my knot is torturous. Indescribable. It’s heavenly. It’s out of this world. It’s so deep and intense that my moans twist and find their way to the surface in the form of strangled sobs and long, wild howls.
Lucien quivers like a leaf beneath me. I feel his orgasm building as if it’s my own.
Maybe it is because the pressure in my dick is unbelievable.
Unsurvivable. I don’t know what he sees in my eyes, but when I look into his, I see the deepest part of him.
An old, animalistic part that’s been stripped bare.
I see a wild heart and a beautiful boy who was made for my knot.
I keep still for as long as I can, until Lucien’s face is bright red and he’s all but vibrating from what my knot is doing to him. I keep him there, on the cusp with me, for as long as I possibly can. I don’t move. I don’t thrust. I simply breathe.
I inhale him, again and again, his scent more potent with each slow drag.
When days have gone by, and lifetimes have been lived on the edge, I look down at Lucien and lick into his wide-open mouth. I feed him my tongue, letting him suck on it hungrily until his orgasm is so close to the surface that I can taste its sweetness on the tip.
I look at him and memorize every detail, every feature of his lovely face.
Then I flex my cock inside him.
That’s all it takes.
He comes hard. He comes catastrophically.
He must because his orgasm bursts to life on the back of a hair-raising scream.
His pleasure triggers mine, and I come harder than I ever have in my life.
The world goes white, then red, then black.
Lucien’s eyes stay open as he’s ravaged by pleasure.
Mine do too. I watch as fireworks explode in his eyes.
Tiny stars light up the dark and travel from his soul to mine.
It hits again and again. Pure, boiling pleasure.
Simmering ecstasy that gushes from my body into his.
The entire time, he claws at me, shrieking. Thrashing. Bucking his hips even though it means his plundered muscle tugs on my knot, forcing him open more as his hole convulses around me.
When he stills, I hold him in my arms, cradling him, kissing him gently. Then I flex again. And again. I flex when he breathes in. I flex when he exhales. When he screams. When he doesn’t scream.
Each time I do it, he comes again. Orgasm on top of orgasm, each one rolling over him with a force unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
His hole milks my cock eagerly each time it happens, forcing pleasure in and out of me.
Drenching me in it. Drowning me in it, until the omega in my arms isn’t the only one coming his brains out.
I come until I’m lightheaded. Until I can’t see. Can’t hear. Can’t move, except to hold on to Lucien.
I don’t know how long it lasts. I lose all concept of time. I only know that at a certain point, I roll Lucien over, our bodies still joined, so he’s on top of me with my knot still lodged in his ass.
As I do it, he comes again and again, so I do too.
It’s one of those movements that keeps going even after it’s stopped.
A gentle one-hundred-eighty-degree turn that feels like a somersault that doesn’t end.
My vision gradually comes into focus, and I notice shards of golden light splintering around Lucien’s head like a halo.
Like magic. Like a fairytale I didn’t think was true, but now I think it might be.
He is so lovely, so perfect, my eyes start to water.
“Beautiful omega.” I sound exactly like what I am. An alpha so whipped I can barely hold my own head up.
It makes him giggle.
The most beautiful boy in the world shakes in my arms, as a gentle, melodious laugh spills out of him and into me.
I’m dizzy and boneless, and the rush of oxygen caused by inhaling his laughter goes straight to my head. It spins. It rolls upside down and rights itself again. A tendril of humor snakes down my torso and winds itself around me.
Every time Lucien laughs, it tightens.
A thick, vicious fog invades every crevice in my brain. Rational thought flits away. So does reality. All that’s left is a heavy, liquid laugh that makes me feel giddy as it ricochets out of me.
Lucien’s perfect face contorts, incisors glinting and pretty eyes closing tightly as a barrage of giggles batters him. He laughs so hard that his ass twitches, which makes us both come again.
That makes us laugh harder.
We laugh and laugh.
Until we can’t breathe. Until tears stream down our faces, and I never want this day to end.
“Why are we laughing?” he sputters between bursts of laughter. “I don’t even know what’s so funny?”
That makes me howl.
And my howling makes him howl.
“Delirium,” I wheeze. “We’re laughing ’cause delirium is so fucking funny.”