Chapter 5 #2
Since they experienced things like heats and ruts as a way to ensure procreation, physical contact was the most important aspect and played a role in almost all factors.
An omega's body started to cool once they’d been knotted and their heat was ending because, typically, they’d be with an alpha, whose body heat would stay high.
Sky sniffed and tentatively rested his head onto Kian’s chest, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly as his eyes drifted shut. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks,” Kian replied, running his fingers through Sky’s light locks to brush a sticky strand off his forehead. “You do, too.”
He hummed, and it was hard to tell if he was thanking Kian or agreeing with him. Considering how he’d acted this past hour, Kian’s money was on the latter.
Kian chuckled but was distracted by a popping noise followed by a beep as the toy completed the knotting cycle and exited Sky’s body.
Since he’d let it go to lift Sky, as soon as the bulge was no longer there to help hold it in place, the dildo slipped out and hit the ground, bringing a river of slick along with it.
“This is going to be a bitch to clean up,” he said, turning back to Sky, only to find the omega had fallen asleep. He blinked down at him and then shook his head. “Guess that’s up to me as well, huh?”
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There was a door in the far back that led to a bathroom, and that’s where Kian found himself once he’d cleaned Sky up and wrapped him in the clothing items that hadn’t gotten spunk and slick all over them.
The omega was out like a light, not even waking when he’d lifted him off the ground and placed him on one of the tables.
Night had settled in, and it was getting colder; sleeping on the floor with so little padding might lead to illness, and Kian didn’t want Sky to get sick.
He hadn’t bothered glancing out one of the windows, seeing the harsh glow of the streetlights coming in through the glass to bathe the wooden floor in gold. It was late, and he should wake the omega and insist that the two of them head home, but instead, he let him sleep.
After what they’d just done and how quickly Sky had finished, he was convinced the omega had been telling the truth about the blockers.
Heat blockers should have prevented Sky from going into it at all, let alone early.
For heal reasons, omegas were encouraged to experience at least two of the four heats their body would naturally experience in a year, but from the sounds of things, Sky hadn’t intended to go off of them for this one.
Unless he had.
Unless he’d been planning on inviting that alpha from earlier into his bed.
Into his body.
Kian should kill him. If he murdered the competition, there would no longer be any.
But what if it hadn’t been because of that other alpha? What if it’d been Kian’s doing?
Had Kian inadvertently sent him into heat when he’d gotten jealous and lost control?
The amount of targeted pheromones he’d released had been minuscule, and yet it’d been enough to send his omega into a heat-induced frenzy.
Toward the end, there was little doubt he could have demanded anything of Sky and gotten it.
Was that it? Should he change the plan entirely and use underhanded methods to get what he wanted?
Get his omega into his bed for real?
For forever.
Kian groaned and freed his swollen cock from his pants. His skin was hot to the touch, his neglected member throbbing. He’d needed to seal himself off from the lingering omega pheromones just to resist jumping an unconscious Sky.
He could do it. Could fuck into his tight body while he was asleep and vulnerable. Could bury his cock in his hole and his teeth in his throat and give him the bite. The claim would have to be accepted to stick, but that first part…If Kian knocked him up, Sky would have to accept his mark.
Gods, the promise of one day getting to claim Sky was practically the only good thing Kian had left. The only thing keeping him from completely toppling over the edge and tumbling straight down into the fiery pits of hell.
He stroked himself, conjuring an image of what Sky might look like in his bed, tied down with silk and chains. Naked and wet for him, begging and saying Kian’s name in that same high-pitched, wanton tone he’d used a half hour ago.
Kian would make it go on for hours, days even. He’d keep his omega trapped in that place between pleasure and pain, until Sky was so desperate for relief he’d willingly sell Kian his very soul if asked, let alone the rest of his life.
He’d plead for the bite then. Beg Kian to claim him and be his alpha.
Beg him to breed him.
Kian’s other hand gripped his balls and he rolled them in his palm, picking up the pace. Precome dripped from his tip, and he slicked it down his shaft, snapping his hips forward in a quickening pace as he pictured Sky’s hole in place of his palm.
The omega’s body would clench around his cock, like how Kian had witnessed that tight ring of muscle cinching down on the rubber toy.
He could get deeper than that piece of plastic.
His knot would stretch Sky wider, make him howl.
Lock them in place and secure the omega so that even if he did snap out of it, he wouldn’t be able to escape.
When he came, it was a struggle to stay quiet, not wanting to wake the sleeping omega in the next room. The orgasm itself seemed to go on forever, though, his body jerking as pulsations zipped through him and he emptied into the sink.
Maybe it was good that he hadn’t taken Sky up on his offer, considering how quickly Kian had just come.
There was no way that would have been satisfactory to the little omega.
Sky was graduating from university this semester, and while there weren’t that many years between them, Kian couldn’t help but wonder how many hot college-aged alphas he’d allowed between his legs.
A low snarl escaped him.
He’d kill them. Every last one.
He’d kill them, and if Sky had a problem with that, Kian would tie him up and force him to watch as he tore the still beating hearts out of their chests.
Sky was his.
Fuck plans.