Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Morton
I n the middle of the night, I heard him again, just a soft moan. I sat up on the bed. Black shadows flew by the window as the train rushed through the endless forests. I hit the light switch, and pale light filled the bedroom. My reflection in the double-layered glass window was a little blurry. I looked the way I felt; confused, harried, a mess. My hair stuck out in all directions.
Oh, Jamie. How could I work with him so close to me day in and day out? Was he touching himself again? It made me a pervert, but I couldn’t wait to hear his ecstatic cries. I palmed my dick through my pajama pants.
Another moan came through the thin wall, except that didn’t sound like pleasure. It was more like a sob. I strained to listen.
What the hell? Someone seemed to be weeping right outside the door.
Wearing only my pajama pants, I scrambled off the bed. I burst out of the bedroom and froze.
Jamie sat on the bench in the front coupé, feet up, curled into a ball. Hugging his knees, he hid his face between them. He let out a whimper. A weak night light cast a yellow sheen on his huddling figure.
“Jamie?”
Slowly, he lifted his face. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks blotchy, and his chin trembled.
“What’s going on?”
He didn’t reply. He just gawked at me as more tears streamed down his cheeks. I’d never known a pain like this. Seeing him cry terrified me on a visceral level.
On instinct, I fell to my knees before him and reached out to hug him. I stopped myself at the last second.
And I inhaled, as one does.
His scent burned through my airways. I knew before he said it.
“I’m going into heat.” Jamie hiccuped and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Gaping, I stared at his tear-stained face. His pheromones were already raging through my system. He smelled like paradise… where gods and fairies held orgies. My cock responded immediately, tenting my pajamas as it strained toward him.
Jamie was going into heat.
On a night train in a two-bedroom carriage. Stuck. With me.
I had nothing.
Zero.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” His voice broke, and he continued in a whisper. “My heats are irregular, but I didn’t know. This is way too soon. I really had no idea. Really.”
Sniffling, he rocked back and forth.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hartley. It’s starting to hurt, and I don’t know what to do.”
He shuddered and wiped his cheeks. The tears kept coming.
I knelt there like a statue, my hands in the air.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” His expression crumbled into a painful grimace.
Oh Lord.
The sight of him and the sound of his broken voice hurt like a fucking fist squeezing my heart.
“Please, don’t cry.”
He let out a broken laugh. And I felt like an idiot, telling him not to cry. What was he supposed to do?
“Jamie, I…” I cupped his shoulders and stroked up and down his arms. Up again. To his neck. Until I held his cheek.
His red-rimmed eyes widened as he stared at me.
I brushed the corner of his lips with my thumb.
What the fuck was I doing? He was at his most vulnerable. He didn’t have any options. Not out here.
He was stuck with me, and I would take advantage of that? What was wrong with me?
The fist holding my heart squeezed again.
“Don’t cry, baby,” I murmured.
Jamie held my gaze. His lips parted. Then he slowly blinked, and his gaze dropped to my mouth.
We were both thinking the same thing. The solution was obvious. Did he want me? Would he have wanted me if he had a choice?
“Jamie…”
I wanted to ask. I was about to. But before I could, he launched himself at me.
His mouth collided with mine, and he locked his arms around my neck. The kisses were wild, all teeth and sucking lips, and I couldn’t get enough. He tasted of salt, of his tears, but he wasn’t crying anymore. He was kissing me with all his might.
I grabbed him by his ass and pulled him into my lap until he straddled me on the floor. He ground down on my hard dick and sucked on my tongue.
His pajama pants were wet, soaked through with slick. I grasped his waistband and tugged, but I couldn’t get them off in this position. Jamie bucked, moaning into my mouth.
“Please!” he cried.
“Off. Need these off. And bed.”
He scrambled up and tore his T-shirt over his head. Swaying, he almost fell before I caught him around his waist. Kneeling at his feet, I nuzzled his belly as I dragged his pajama pants down his legs.
I had him naked in my arms, smelling of heat.
His cock was hard, curving up, slender but long for an omega. Bigger than I’d imagined. I sucked it into my mouth, and it nudged my throat.
Jamie cried out and tugged on my hair.
“Need you… in my hole…”
I shot up and pushed him to the bedroom. The door was ajar. We stumbled through it, and Jamie fell backward on the bed. He scooted toward the headboard and spread his legs.
I took a second to admire his splayed body.
He had gorgeous nipples, large and dark, his pecs full. My mouth watered when I imagined sucking them. Jamie grabbed his legs under his knees and folded himself in half, exposing his crease.
Sweet heaven. Smooth, pale, baby pink, youthful. He had the ass of an omega porn star. The rim was glistening in the bright light.
“Please!”
His urgent cry spurred me into action.
Leaving my pajama pants on the floor, I crawled on the bed until my cock kissed his opening.
“It hurts. Please, Mr. Hartley.”
He called me that .
Why did that make my dick throb?
Only a slight push and I was inside. Jamie let out a loud moan, and I kept inching deeper. And deeper. Until I was nestled in him to the hilt.
His face was the most beautiful thing in the universe. In seconds, all the tension and fear were wiped out. He smiled softly, and his eyelids drooped halfway. With my hands framing his head, I stared down at him as I gave him the first thrust and the second.
Jamie licked his lips. His eyes were still red, but his features softened with lazy satisfaction. I thrust again, and his mouth opened. He tilted his head back and moaned louder.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. More.”
He was so slick it leaked out around the base of my dick.
“Harder,” he breathed. “Please. Harder.”
I obliged. I gave him a few harsh fucks, my skin slapping against his ass cheeks. He scrunched his eyebrows together and cried out.
And he came.
His hole clenched around my dick, and his delectable cock spat cum over his smooth belly.
“Oh yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Aaaaah. Aaah!”
Another orgasm right after the first. His ass squelched with wetness.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Jamie. Breathtaking.”
I sped up even more, and he rewarded me with a third wave of pleasure, arching back, his throat exposed.
I had to slow down, or I’d knot him already.
Circling my hips, I savored the heated, slippery flesh hugging my dick. I pressed into him to the root and paused. With a satisfied sigh, Jamie let go of his legs.
The fullness must have soothed him. He hummed contentedly, stroking my arms where I braced myself above him.
“Better?” I asked.
“Yes. I can feel you so deep inside me. I love that.”
His eyes remained closed.
He’d need me to start moving soon, but for now, he seemed happy to just be. Joined, we hovered in the eye of the storm.
I was memorizing details. I wouldn’t think about whether this was right or wrong. I’d been in love with this boy for years, and for a few minutes, I got to own him. I would make the most of every second.
He was breathtaking. The flush of arousal glowed on his pale skin. His chest glistened with wetness, and I gasped when I realized something was leaking out of his nipples.
“Jamie? What is that?”
His eyebrows scrunched together, and he brushed his hands over his pecs. “Milk. I’m lactating.”
Oh.
I’d heard about that. Some omegas had milk throughout their lives, but it was rare. I’d never been with someone like that. I swallowed. He palmed his round pecs, hiding them from me.
“No! I want to see,” I blurted.
I began fucking him with slow, gentle thrusts as Jamie moved his hands under his pecs. Gazing up at me, he slowly lifted them, making his nipples stick out.
“You like them?” he breathed, seeming unsure.
“Yes.”
He squeezed, and a few white drops bubbled up.
Oh my fucking… “That’s beautiful, Jamie.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yes. Can I…?”
Jamie’s gaze dropped to my lips. “Please. Suck them.”
Fuck!
I gripped his hips and pulled him with me as I sat on my haunches. His lower back over my knees and head on the mattress, he bowed back, spreading his arms. I bent over and closed my lips around his left nipple. The liquid clinging to it tasted so sweet. I licked the nub, then opened my mouth wider.
On the first suck, the flavor burst onto my tongue, and I swallowed compulsively. I’d never tasted anything as delicious as this.
A raw groan rumbled through me.
Jamie moaned blissfully when the milk sprayed into my mouth.
“Oh please, don’t stop! Please!”
All the demons in hell!
I was balls deep inside an omega in heat, and he was nursing me. I’d never even imagined something as hot as this. He was a miracle.
My hips bucked of their own volition.
The sounds Jamie made were positively pornographic. He wove his fingers into my hair and writhed in my grip, pushing his chest out for more. I managed to give him short, deep fucks as I took most of his pec into my wide-open mouth and feasted on him. Rubbing my tongue along the underside of his pec, I sucked harder. The flow of milk got stronger, filling my mouth.
“I’m… aah. I’m coming… Coming again…”
My Jamie felt good. I was taking good care of my omega. The alpha in me purred with satisfaction.
This time, when Jamie’s ass pulsated around me, I felt the distinct bump up the front wall of his hole. It throbbed against my cockhead. I angled my hips so I could thrust into it, and Jamie yelled with what sounded like complete ecstasy. I’d found the mouth to his womb. It was closed—it was only his first heat wave, after all—but swollen with his heat. It seemed sensitive as fuck.
I should be careful.
Fuck, the way he sounded when I pressed into the spot…
With a growl, I let go of one nipple and latched on to the other. It was already leaking, and when I sucked, the precious nectar jetted out. I gulped it down. Holding Jamie by his waist, I pulled his body onto my cock as I drank from him.
His cries of pleasure morphed into guttural groans. His hole clenched and squeezed me in waves, his orgasms coming and going only to crest again. My knot was tingling.
I wouldn’t last much longer. I’d be damned if I didn’t wring more pleasure out of him.
“On your knees, c’mon.” I patted his thigh as I pulled out of him. Jamie whined needily.
“Empty!” he wailed.
Flailing, he tried to turn around, but I helped him into position. On his elbows and knees, he rocked back.
“Give it to me. Knot me.”
“Stop me if it’s too much.”
He shook his head. “Hard! Fuck me hard!”
Well, then…
I drove into him to the hilt and retreated. Then back in. My cockhead hit the mouth to his womb at a new angle.
Jamie let out a victorious cry and stuck his ass out more. Yeah, he liked it rough. His body needed it.
I let go of all restraint. My hands clutching his waist, I pounded his hole like there was no tomorrow, and Jamie sobbed into the bedding with the power of his climax. His inner muscles fluttered around my cock, all the slick squelching as his rim tried to grip me.
About to explode, I rammed into him. Again and again. Loud slaps filled the small room. Jamie’s sounds grew wild; he let out these low, hoarse growls, and still, he pushed to meet me. I heard my own grunts and saw my fingers dig into his hips. I’d leave bruises.
“Harder!” he wailed.
We collided over and over, wet skin slapping together. My sweat burned in my eyes, blurring my vision.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Harder, faster.
We mated like animals.
I never wanted it to end.
My climax began at the base of my spine, tingling in my balls, and coiled in my knot. It all exploded at once. I pressed into Jamie as deep as I could, and he met me, straining to impale himself.
My knot grew painfully fast as I rutted against Jamie’s ass.
His inner muscles milked me with powerful spasms as the softest, most delicate tissue engulfed my cockhead. It squeezed the crown of my dick and sucked.
Like a hungry mouth.
Jamie let out a keening cry.
Sweet heaven!
I’d fucked him open.
I’d breached his womb. But it was only the first wave? That shouldn’t be possible!
Yet I could feel the small pouch of flesh spasming around my cockhead. The pleasure was out of this world.
Jamie kept sobbing, lost in ecstasy. His inner muscles milked my cock, and the alpha in me beat his chest with victory.
My knot pulsed and my dick jerked as Jamie’s insides sucked the cum out of me.
I couldn’t stop it from happening. God forgive me, I didn’t want to stop it.
Curled over him and around him, I hugged his small body to me. My hand automatically drifted to his chest and covered his enlarged nipples.
He’s my omega. He belongs to me.
I clutched him to me and rolled us to the side. Jamie pressed his ass into my lap and turned his head, searching for my mouth.
I kissed him, rocking into him. His lips closed around my upper lip, then parted for my tongue. It felt so soft and tender compared to what we’d just done. Jamie hummed into the kiss as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it the same way his open womb sucked on my cockhead.
My swollen dick jerked anew, giving him another load. And another. The mouth to his womb kept pulsating.
Jamie moaned softly and opened his eyes. His pupils were blown.
“You’re breeding me,” he murmured. He sounded drunk.
The sexual haze didn’t allow me to feel guilty about any of this. I thrust with my knot, fucking the channel to his womb with my cockhead.
Fuck yes, I was breeding him.
And I’d give him more.
Jamie’s eyes flashed white; his mouth fell open with a groan, the corners of his lips curving up. He looked completely euphoric.
I kept fucking him as much as the knot allowed. The pleasure rose again, and Jamie cried out with joy when I spilled inside him anew.
Then I put my hand on his belly and stroked where his womb nestled. Full of my cum. I ran my hand up to his chest and squeezed a few drops of milk out of his pec. I smeared them around and toward his belly.
I’ll get my omega pregnant and keep him.
Jamie’s breathing slowed down, and his body grew heavy. As I petted him, he peered at me with sleepy eyes.
He didn’t say anything. Just gazed at me. I rubbed circles over his belly and kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then the little birthmark by his eye. I met his gaze again, only to see him smile. He looked content.
The knot lasted for ages. I spent the entire time watching his face and giving him small kisses.
I didn’t even try to sort through the mess in my head.
I was a bastard because I hoped like hell he wasn’t on contraceptives.