Chapter 5
Chapter Five
S weat poured from his body. He’d laid in the same sweat stained spot on his bed for the past two days. Emerson couldn’t move. He didn’t want to eat or drink. Every slight twitch was an explosion of arousal and pleasure detonating inside his lower belly. Cum covered his groin and upper thighs. His dick was painfully hard and would go down for short periods before becoming rigid and the process began again.
Of all the times to go into heat, it had to be right then?
Tears crusted the corners of his eyes. Snot clogged his nose. Why him? What caused him such torture? Why did he have to be the one to go through these cycles of uncontrollable need? He groaned, trying to stretch his tight muscles, only to cry out in misery as agony ripped through him.
“Shit...” The smell of bitter coffee, cloves and dark chocolate assailed him.
Weakened from the heat, he couldn’t even open his eyes or form words to tell Ronan to leave him be. Two days was all he needed then he’d wake up weak and hungry. Emerson knew how to care for himself. He didn’t need an instructor to worry over him.
“You’re in heat, Emerson,” Ronan said. “I’m here to help you.”
His eyes rolled up as a fresh wash of slick eased from him. Embarrassment swamped him. He’d spent his time at the academy making sure he could fend for himself and prove what he was capable of, and all it took was an Alpha in his prime to knock his progress down. The same Alpha he couldn’t stop thinking about since the day Callum tried to make Emerson go home.
Ronan buried his nose in Emerson’s neck and inhaled. The shuddered exhale left Emerson weakly clinging to him. What was this sorcery? Why did he want to run his fingers through his raven hair or breath in his refreshing scent? Everything about the situation should have scared Emerson, yet he couldn’t muster any emotion except recrimination for not being strong enough to resist.
“I’ve got you,” Ronan murmured. The soft rumble of his voice, coaxed Emerson toward the surface. “All you need is a good fucking and a knot to fill your throbbing hole, then some cum to ease the ache. Bath first, though.”
He tried to push the Alpha away, the word, “no,” on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately, the second he buried his nose in Ronan’ neck a renewed sense of yearning filled him. Later, if he remembered the moment, he’d kick himself for licking Ronan’s cool flesh. Or nipping his jaw, because he seemed so inviting.
“Little omega,” Ronan said, “you tempt me beyond my control.”
Good. Because Emerson was out of control. “Please...” A sob tore from his chest. “I don’t want this.”
“You’re afraid,” Ronan said. “I understand. You’ve been left to endure these cycles with no relief. You don’t trust me to stick with you. Give me this, now, and I’ll prove you can believe in me.”
That was all fine and well. However, what happened when Emerson eventually left school when he graduated, or Ronan found his mate? Where would that leave Emerson? Plus, what if they caught feelings for each other. As much as he wanted to give over to the idea of spending time with Ronan, fear kept him at arm’s length. “No. Put me down...” His words were slurred by arousal and exhaustion.
“I won’t let you suffer this way,” Ronan said, sitting him on the toilet of his bathroom. When did I get home? “It goes against every one of my instincts.”
It went against Emerson’s instincts too. Giving someone who had the potential to hurt him even a fraction of his trust, meant when all was said and done, Ronan could use it against him. Then what? Would Ronan torture him by flaunting his conquests? Lay traps so Emerson could catch him in the act with another omega? His stomach turned. He didn’t want to be some plaything. He wanted to be loved and cared for.
The smell of lavender filled the space along with the sound of rushing water. Seconds later, Ronan was in Emerson’s face once more. His shirt was gone, revealing the chiseled features of an Alpha in his prime. His thick chest gave way to tight abs and a narrowed waist. In an instant, Emerson wanted to go to his knees and lick every inch of his lightly tanned flesh. He wanted to suck on those dusk-colored nipples of his and bite his plump pecs. Emerson’s palms itched to touch him, and feel every hard plane of Ronan’s body.
“Take your fill, boy.” Ronan stood, bringing his crotch to Emerson’s eye level. “Open my pants and take my cock out.”
The command caressed his senses. His fingers trembled. His heart pounded. The practical side of his mind warred with the emotional side. Curiosity vied for position, drawing his attention back to the bulge pushing against the zipper of Ronan’s trousers. Yearning shocked him, startling Emerson from his stupor while excitement slid down his spine like warm molasses on a hot summer day.
“This isn’t good for us,” Emerson managed. “Everything could go wrong.”
“Or it could go incredibly right.” Ronan rubbed the pad of his thumb over Emerson’s bottom lip and, like a fool, Emerson lapped at the appendage. A strangled groan left Ronan as he pushed forward, forcing Emerson to suck on his thumb. “Show me how you please an Alpha, Emerson.”
His eyes fluttered closed. With each swipe of his tongue, a renewed tension filled him. The fiery arousal building within him intensified. He moaned, lowering his hand to his straining cock and stroked himself, needing the orgasmic relief.
“Stop,” Ronan said, the demand whipped across Emerson’s senses. “I told you to take my cock out. By the smell of you, it seems you’ve played with your dick enough.”
He scowled. Fuck off, sat on the tip of his tongue, yet rather than pull away, he reached for the zipper of Ronan’s pants and pulled down. Each click of the metal teeth ratcheted up his heart rate until Ronan’s thick erection sprang from his pants and smacked Emerson’s palm. The tip glistened with precum. The velvety red flesh throbbed the longer he stared at it.
Emerson licked his lips with anticipation. His fist barely wrapped around the Alpha. What would it feel like having him stretch his asshole, filling him so completely he couldn’t breathe? Emerson licked his bottom lip and was rewarded with a moan from Ronan. He glanced up, giving tentative strokes of his hand.
“Fuck... Keep touching me, Emerson. Show me how you please an Alpha.” His head fell back on his shoulders, and his lips were parted. A red flush covered his chest and cheeks while the dark chocolate and clove scent wrapped around Emerson.
Something broke loose within him. He couldn’t say whether it was his mind or his body, but one second, he sat there, warring with himself, and the next, he attacked. Emerson didn’t give tentative kisses or licks. He gobbled the head of Ronan’s cock up, taking as much of him as he could before gagging and pulling back.
“Easy.” Ronan ran his fingers through Emerson’s hair, petting him in a soothing motion. He groaned at the sensation shooting over his scalp and was rewarded by more of that coffee flavor hitting his tongue. “Fuck, your mouth is so damn hot.”
Emerson was on fire from the inside out. He had to be delirious. That was the only explanation he could come up with for why he sucked on Ronan’s dick. Or why he ran the tip of his tongue through the Alpha’s slit, looking for more of that aphrodisiac taste he couldn’t get enough of. Power radiated within him each time Ronan made a sound of approval or pleasure at the back of his throat.
He palmed the Alpha’s sac, squeezing as he continued to bob his head, pushing past his limits before swallowing around him and slowly retreating. The sharp shout of surprise had more of that coffee taste exploding on his taste buds. Ronan flexed his hips as he held Emerson in place. He fucked Emerson’s mouth in hard, demanding thrusts, turning him into mush as he sat there. His cock pulsed, aching and leaky. His balls drew up close to his groin. He reveled in the sounds Ronan made while the Alpha used his mouth, just like Emerson knew he’d use his ass.
“I can’t wait to sink my dick inside you. We’re going to have so much fun together.” Ronan pulled out with a sigh then helped Emerson up. Ronan held him in his weakened state as he pulled Emerson’s clothes off then carried him to the waiting tub. “Easy.”
The heat of the water sent a shock of relief through him while the sticky crustiness dissolved from his flesh. The tightness in his muscles ebbed, and he moaned, sinking lower into the suds and scent of the bath, not wanting to get out now that he was there. Seconds later, the water rippled around him and the thick arms of Ronan wrapped around him. On second thought, he should have gotten out.
Should’ve said no.
Instead, he rubbed against the hard length of Ronan’ dick, tempting him. Red flags shot up in his mind and he knew what he was doing could lead to him being hurt but he also couldn’t stop the rising tide within him. So, rather than stop and suffer for another day or two, he climbed into Ronan’ lap.
“Good boy,” Ronan murmured, adjusting Emerson. “Your little hole is so eager for me. All that sweet slick and your twitching asshole. I’m going to fuck you so good. Make you want me every heat cycle. I’m going to make you crave me. Cry for me...”
Emerson gasped as the head of Ronan’ erection pushed into him. The orgasm hovering outside his grasp crashed over him and he came, shooting a load of cum into the tub. His eyes rolled up as Ronan continued to push into him, taking his time, stretching his puckered entrance. The intimate drag of the Alpha’s cock over his sensitized walls, twisted his insides. Was this what it was like to be in heat with an Alpha instead of alone?
“You got me wanting to come deep inside you already.” Ronan mouthed his neck right below his ear. “That little ass pussy of yours is squeezing my dick.”
Emerson shivered. “Please...”
He hummed. “I like the way you say please.” He nuzzled Emerson’s earlobe. “Can’t resist you.”
Ronan grabbed Emerson’s hips, guiding him while making sure to flex and rub against Emerson’s prostate. Over and over, he pounded that spot, drawing Emerson higher and higher, until he thought he’d go insane, only to have Ronan slow down again and draw out the bliss coursing through Emerson’s veins. There was nothing more he could do, but hold on for dear life as the pain radiating through him morphed into a spectacular pleasure. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and tension coiled within him.
He thought for sure he’d be ripped in half.
The muffled growls of his Alpha left him lightheaded and dizzy. It was as if Ronan surrounded him, blotting out everything until all Emerson could do was feel and be consumed by his instructor. His cock strained. His ball throbbed. The taut sensation grew until he swore, he was being torn in two and remolded into whatever Ronan wanted to create using Emerson’s body.
He clawed at Ronan’ forearms and thighs, trying to find purchase even as his world spun out of control. His vision swam and his heart stuttered in his chest. Fear chased the euphoria. Even as his mind tried to spin all the what if questions, pleasure shot forward uncaring what his mind wanted. The need consuming his body outweighed everything for the time being. Later, he promised when his mind cleared and his body eased, he’d freak out. Until then, he enjoyed the moment.
Emerson met Ronan thrust for thrust. His thoughts lightened. The tingle in his stomach spread to his spine. He chased his orgasm with new vigor even as the knot in Ronan cock jerked and began to inflate.
“That’s it, Emerson. Push back on that fucking knot. Take me inside you. Make me come.” He nipped the nape of Emerson’s neck, taunting him. “I’m going to fill this belly with my release. Get you pregnant. You want that don’t you, little omega? You want me to breed you. Stay inside you all night and pump load after load of cum into your womb.”
He clamped down, drowning on the visuals filling his imagination as Ronan’ thrust grew more frantic. He pounded into Emerson until he pushed forward, taking Emerson to his knees in the tub then mounted him. Ronan shouted, fucking him like a beast in rut. Emerson wrapped his palm around his cock, stroking himself at Ronan’s pace until he was sobbing, so close to climaxing yet so far away. It was almost as if his body knew the Alpha surrounding him controlled him. Only when Ronan said so, would he be able to orgasm.
A low whine passed Emerson’s lips. The sensation of Ronan’s cock rubbing his hole while his balls tapped at Emerson’s taint was too much. He was being destroyed in a delicious yet scary way. His breath lodged in his chest and when he felt the first twitch of Ronan’ knot inflating, he cried out. He pumped his fist as thick ropes of cum shot from his tip. Behind him his Alpha snarled and the pinch of teeth at his neck accompanied the rush of Ronan’ orgasm filling Emerson while the knot formed, locking them together. Pleasure so intense burst in front of his eyes, whiting out the space as he came again.
Ronan rode him through the orgasm, tugging at the knot every so often causing him jerk within Emerson, spilling more of his cum. The cycle seemed never ending. A breath here. A tug there. His heart hammered while his mind fractured. He couldn’t catch his balance but for the first time in days, the fog of agony lifted, and clarity returned.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ronan said, shifting them so they were back into their original position. “Turn your brain off and just feel.”
Oh, he felt alright. Between his cock jerking through smaller dry orgasms and the wetness filling his rear, the simmering heat receded. “I can’t think.” The words felt foreign on his tongue. As if every inch of him was numb—in a good way.
“Good then sit with me. Allow me to continue to care for you through the remainder of your heat.” Ronan stroked Emerson’s arms before spreading his palm against Emerson’s lower belly.
Defeated and a little drunk on dick, he nodded. “Yes. Please stay with me.”
There’d be time for regrets tomorrow.