Chapter 4 #2
Sky yelped, reality slicing through the sexual haze he’d started to be dragged under, and he slid backward to put space between them and covered himself.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Kian said.
“What are you doing?” He motioned with his chin at the toy. “I told you, I have something. You don’t need to stay.”
“I am staying.” His fingers dropped to the fly on his black jeans, and Sky gasped before he could help it.
“No.” Sky shook his head. “We can’t.”
“Because?”
He could lie, say that he wasn’t attracted to Kian, but…it wasn’t like attraction really mattered at a time like this. His heat would soon make him desperate, willing to hump anything, whether he thought they were handsome or not.
His brain was already too clouded over to come up with anything believable, so even though he knew he was going to be unable to look the alpha in the eye come morning, Sky had to go with the truth.
“I don’t want you to hate me,” he admitted, dropping his gaze.
“Why would I hate you?” Kian asked.
“You don’t want to do this. It’s my pheromones. I’m messing with you.”
“You think I’ll be mad afterward?” Kian’s fingers paused as he was about to pull his pants down. “Is that it? You think I’ll be angry with you?”
“You don’t like it when other people make decisions for you.” Sky remembered how disgusted Kian had been whenever any of the omegas in high school tried to use their pheromones to attract him.
“The guilty party is the one who enters their cycle,” he repeated the words they were all taught in their first secondary sex-ed class.
“Not the one who succumbs to another’s. That’s why blockers and suppressants are free on Glyph.
It’s my responsibility to control my heat cycle, and I failed. If we have sex, you could—”
“I’m not going to sue you for rape, Sky,” Kian sounded like he found the notion ridiculous.
Risking it, Sky glanced up, breath catching in his throat when he was met with glowing, glacier blue eyes. An alpha’s irises only did that when they were close to losing control. “Don’t.”
Kian snorted. “For the record, I’m not going to allow you to sue me for rape either.”
“What—” He didn’t get the chance to finish that question. The alpha pounced, and in the next second, Sky found himself turned onto his hands and knees, ass high up in the air.
“There you go,” Kian’s voice was dark and unrecognizable. “Present for your alpha like the good little bitch I know you can be.” He readjusted the bundle of clothing beneath Sky, bunching it beneath his hips to lift his ass even higher and keep it there.
This wasn’t happening.
Sky felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he buried his head in his arms in the worst attempt at hiding he could muster.
He’d never been this exposed to anyone before in his life, not even at that party where he’d presented.
The masked man had forced himself on him, sure, but the lights had been off.
And this wasn’t just some random stranger in a mask right now. This was Kian.
“Thought you were horny?” Kian drawled. He leaned over, taking a thorough look at Sky’s exposed ass, and hummed. “You’re still leaking all over the place, omega. What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” he admitted, cheeks staining pink. It was weird being on the ground with the alpha standing over him.
“What would you do if you were alone?” Kian asked. After another moment of silence, he sighed and crouched, slapping lightly at Sky’s right ass cheek, just hard enough it smarted but didn’t hurt.
He yelped anyway, and Kian chuckled, his hand settling more firmly on the round globe of his ass to give him a squeeze and then press.
Sky moaned at that first feeling of relief on his dick and ground against the bundle of clothing, the rough material of his jeans causing a delicious mixture of friction that just bordered on too rough.
Before long, he was rutting into it, shamelessly mewling as he worked himself into a mild frenzy, the embarrassment becoming a distant memory.
He was too far into his heat. Rationality was slipping through his grasp. There was just the coiled tension in his lower region and the ache in his balls. His ass felt empty, and his hole clenched around air, desperate to be filled.
Relief.
He needed relief.
Kian kept his hand where it was but didn’t apply any pressure once Sky took over, merely watching as he got himself off dry humping the floor. “There you go, little omega. Doesn’t that feel good?”
He nodded his head rapidly, eyes squeezed shut as he chased after his release.
If he were back in his room at his apartment, holed up to experience his heat alone, he probably would be doing something similar to this, just with his pillow.
It made him wonder how Kian masturbated.
Did he also hump into his bed, or did he wrap his hands around his cock and—
Thinking about what Kian’s cock might look like was the final straw, and Sky cried out as his dick emptied onto the bundle. Shivers raced over him, skittering down his spine, but the pleasant sensations didn’t last long.
Almost as soon as he’d come, his dick was hard again, his ass lifting into the air, seeking the actual kind of relief he needed as an omega. He didn’t even register that his eyes were tearing up and he was making soft, pained sounds until the alpha at his side shushed him gently.
“It’s okay,” Kian said in a low, soothing voice. “You were deeper into your heat than I thought.”
It occurred to Sky then that he’d been checking, trying to gauge Sky’s state of being. The further into their heat an omega was, the more frantic they became. Just now, he’d gotten off on humping and nothing else in under five minutes.
“We’re going to have to find out what made you this way,” Kian continued, hand drifting down to slip between Sky’s crack, his fingers taking their time as he trailed lower. “Good Light, you’re so wet already.”
Sky made a pleading sound in the back of his throat.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”
Yes. Yes. He needed—
“Wait!” Sky shot up, but the alpha captured him by the nape and shoved him back into place. His cheek smushed against the floor, and he whimpered, wiggling in an attempt to free himself.
“Be still,” Kian growled. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“We can’t!” Thank the gods for his last thread of common sense. “I’m not on protection!”
That seemed to finally reach the alpha, and Kian’s fingers loosened their grip, though he didn’t release him entirely. “You aren’t taking birth control?”
“I’m not actively sleeping with anyone at the moment,” Sky said, keeping the fact that he’d never slept with anyone ever to himself to save face where he could. “The emergency pills I do have are all at home. I wasn’t due for my heat for another week.”
“I don’t have any condoms.”
“Me either.” There was no need for him to stock those here, at his studio.
Sky sometimes fantasized about his masked assailant sneaking in here late at night while he was working, giving him a repeat of their first time together, but that was a fantasy.
It wasn’t real. It certainly wasn’t something he legitimately wanted to happen.
Right?
Of course not.
“You’re saying,” Kian’s free hand traced Sky’s crack again, causing him to yelp, “if I come in here tonight, you might get pregnant?”
“We’re both primes.” He would definitely get pregnant. “Which is why—”
The alpha groaned.
Sky froze.
That…hadn’t sounded like the type of noise a person made when they were disappointed.
“Kian?” A flood of alpha pheromones hit Sky so suddenly, he orgasmed a second time. His vision momentarily blacked out, his muscles going lax under the assault, and in the back of his mind, he realized these were targeted pheromones, the kind meant to force an omega into submission.
He’d experienced that sort of thing once before.
It felt…familiar, and his body reacted accordingly.
By the time Sky became aware of his surroundings again, the alpha was already pumping him full of three fingers.
He shoved them in deep, curling them against Sky’s prostate, scissoring close to his entrance to stretch his hole wide.
It wasn’t long before his cavern clung to those intruding members, desperately trying to milk them as though they were a thick cock.
“For all your complaints, you’re greedily sucking me down,” Kian said, his tone off, maybe even a bit cruel.
“Stop.” It would have been a lot more believable if Sky hadn’t ended that on a moan. His hips started rocking back against Kian’s hand before he caught himself doing it and tried to stop.
Kian reached around with his free hand and tweaked one of Sky’s nipples, letting out a warning growl that had Sky gushing slick and precome.
This was right. An alpha was meant to dominate their omega.
Sky was his omega so—
Wait, no. He wasn’t his.
This was Kian.
Sky wasn’t—
“Enough,” Kian snarled, sending another heavy wave of pheromones bursting in the air. “Stop fighting, Sky. Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to bury my cock in this tight hole and pump you full of my seed. Tell me you want me to breed you like my good little bitch in heat.”
“Stop,” Sky gasped, “calling me a bitch.”
“Don’t like it?” Kian hummed. “Okay. I’ll stop if you tell me what I want to hear. Tell me to put a baby in you.”
“No.” They weren’t even dating. There was no way he could say that. “Please, no.”