Chapter 9 Aaron
AARON
“Please! I need more!” Pax cries, and my heart aches. I don’t know how to help him. We’re both exhausted, but I think we’re getting close to the end of his Heat, it’s just wildly intense.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Pax’s pleading cries echo through the bathroom, each one tugging at my heart. I know he’s exhausted, but his Heat is relentless, demanding more from both of us. I glance at the array of toys scattered around the nest and an idea forms in my mind.
I pick up one of the larger dildos, positioning it securely on the edge of the tub.
Pax watches me with glazed, desperate eyes, his body trembling with need.
I help him straddle the toy, lowering him gently onto it.
He gasps, his head falling back on my shoulder as he takes it in.
I give him a moment to adjust, then slowly help him ride the dildo.
His moans fill the room full of pleasure and desperation. I position myself behind him, my own arousal pressing insistently against his backside. I guide myself into him, feeling the tight squeeze of his body around me.
Pax cries out. “Yes, Fuck! Aaron! More!” he begs, his voice raw from begging for days on end. I move, thrusting into him while he continues to ride the dildo. The sensation is overwhelming, the tightness and the friction driving me to the brink almost too soon.
The primal urge to knot him grows stronger with each thrust. Pax’s pleas grow more desperate, his body writhing against mine. “Please, Aaron! Knot me!” he cries out, his voice breaking.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, my knot swells, locking us together. Pax cries out, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. I hold him close, my own release washing over me in waves of pleasure, filling the knotting condom no doubt to its capacity.
We stay like that, locked together, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Pax’s breathing slowly returns to normal, his body relaxing against mine. I press gentle kisses to his shoulder. “Such a perfect Omega,” I say. My perfect Omega.
As my knot finally begins to recede, I carefully help Pax off the dildo and into a more comfortable position in the nest. He looks up at me with tired but satisfied eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice soft with gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you.”
I smile back. “Anytime, Pax.” In this moment, I would do anything to make sure he’s taken care of.