Chapter 12 Mavi
Mavi
He’s shaking.
This isn’t the performative kind I’ve seen from other Alphas who want to seem overwhelmed because they think it’s what I like.
This is a man whose foundation just shifted and his body doesn’t know how to stand on the new ground yet.
Sai is spread beneath me, six-foot-something of broad-shouldered, award-winning, bloodline perfection, and he’s looking up at me like I’m the only solid thing left in the universe.
My plan is ash. I need to admit that to myself at least, because if I don’t name it I’ll keep pretending I’m still running the game I walked in here with.
Tease. Taste. Collect. Add one beautiful, obsessive Alpha to the collection and go home satisfied.
That was the plan. It was a good plan. I’ve run it before and it has never failed.
But the plan didn’t account for this.
Sai’s eyes aren’t lustful or hungry. They’re trusting.
Raw and unrehearsed and given without a single reservation to someone he’s known in person for less than an hour.
He trusts me the way people trust gravity.
Automatically. Completely. Like the alternative isn’t even a possibility his body is willing to consider.
The other thing I didn’t prepare for was realizing that this man has never been touched like this.
Whatever he’s done before, if anything, it wasn’t this.
Nobody took their time with him. Nobody read his body.
Nobody made him feel safe enough to shake.
The sounds he made as I sucked him off were a genuine overwhelm from a man experiencing tenderness for the first time.
The realization doesn’t make me feel powerful. It makes me feel responsible.
Slowly, I climb onto him, letting him feel the weight of me settling over him, the warmth, the full contact of skin against skin from chest to hip.
His body heat is extraordinary. Alphas always run warm, but Sai is a furnace.
I take his hands, which have been fisted at his sides like he’s afraid to reach for something he hasn’t been given permission to touch, and I place them where I want them. On my hips. Fingers spread.
“You don’t move until I say. Understand?”
He nods as hands tighten on my hips, the pressure both desperate and perfect. Undoing my robe, I let that fall behind us before rising up and inching myself onto his cock, letting my body set the pace while I watch his face process every fraction of sensation.
He’s thick and hot, stretching me open in a way that makes my breath catch. My slick eases the way, but the burn is still there. I sink down until he’s buried to the hilt inside me, until I feel the blunt pressure of his knot against my rim and my walls flutter around the thick length of him.
Sai’s head tips back, a wrecked sound tearing out of him. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise and I love it. I love the way his abs clench, the way his thighs tremble beneath me, the way his cock throbs deep inside me like it’s trying to split me open.
I roll my hips once, experimenting, and his whole body jerks.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I smile down at him as I place my hands on his chest. “That’s it. Feel me. Just feel me.”
I start to ride him properly then, fucking myself on him so the thick head of his cock drags over that perfect spot inside me every single time.
Each time I sink down I take him deeper, until the pressure of his knot is right there, teasing my rim, begging to pop inside.
I keep him right on the edge of it, grinding down hard, circling my hips, clenching around him until his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open on a silent cry.
His hands stay exactly where I put them.
He doesn’t thrust. He doesn’t take. He just holds on and lets me use him, his body a perfect, trembling instrument under mine.
The obedience is so complete it makes my head spin.
This massive Alpha, this controlled, rigid man who runs his entire life like a machine, is lying beneath me shaking and leaking and letting me set the pace.
I lean down to ride him harder, the wet, filthy sound of my slick-coated hole taking his cock filling the room. My own cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, leaving shiny streaks across his abs with every roll of my hips.
“You’re so fucking good,” I breathe against his mouth. “So deep inside me. You feel that? You feel how wet I am for you?”
He nods frantically, eyes glassy, lips parted. A broken “yes” falls out of him like a prayer.
I sit up again and fuck myself on him in earnest. My thighs burn.
My hole flutters and clenches around his thickness.
Every downward stroke pushes the head of his cock right against my sweet spot, stars exploding behind my eyes.
Slick is pouring out of me now, coating his cock, his balls, dripping down onto the sheets in wet streaks.
I can’t remember a time when an Alpha just let me direct and fuck, Sai’s cock is perfect.
Sai’s head thrashes against the pillow, his hands bruising my hips. His cock is swelling inside me, the knot starting to catch on my rim with every stroke, and I know he’s close.
“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my pace until I’m barely moving, just grinding down in tight circles. “You don’t come until I say. Hold it for me.”
He whines, a real, desperate sound that goes straight to my cock but he holds. His whole body trembles with the effort, muscles locked, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
I ride him like that for long, torturous minutes until we’re both shaking and sweating and the room smells like sex and honey and sandalwood. Then I lean down, gently nibbling his bottom lip, and whisper against his mouth.
“Now, Alpha. Come for me. Fill me up.”
I slam down hard, taking his knot in one brutal motion.
The stretch is exactly what I need, and the moment his knot locks inside me Sai comes with a shattered cry.
Thick, hot pulses of cum flood me, so much that I can feel it spilling out around his knot and running down my thighs.
The pressure is devastating, my own orgasm crashing through me without warning, my cock spurting between us, painting his chest and stomach in long white streaks while my hole clenches and flutters around his knot.
I ride out both our orgasms, grinding down on his locked cock until we’re both spent and gasping and trembling.
When it’s over I collapse onto his chest, his knot still buried deep inside me, tying us together. His arms come around me instantly, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I press my lips to the side of his neck and murmur, “You did so well.”
The Omega haze I’ve always avoided after being knotted threatens to take me over this time, my Omega for once actually satisfied and full. I shouldn’t let go here. That’s not part of the plan.
Fuck the plan.
Sai trembles beneath me, his arms tightening even further. Maybe out of desperation or something else. I kiss up the side of his neck and then his jaw before pressing my lips to his. “So good for me Alpha. God, I can feel you inside of me still with that perfect, thick knot of yours.”
His cock twitches inside of me as I grind down on him, pulling another groan from the back of his throat. “Do-don’t. I can’t... It’ll.”
I raise an eyebrow, trying to understand what he’s saying, my hips moving of their own accord.
It isn’t until I feel another rush of his release, his knot swelling further that I realize what he meant.
My body slumps against him as he pulses inside of me, dragging me into another release as well, a high-pitched whine tearing from my throat.
Holy shit.
We stay like that for a while as I run my fingers through his hair, whispering how beautiful he is. I’m also actively trying not to move, not because I don’t want him to fall apart again but because we can’t stay locked forever.
And I’m pretty sure we’re at the edge of Sai’s comfort level. I don’t want to push it.
When the knot finally releases, it does so with a wet, filthy slide.
A thick rush of his cum floods out of me, spilling down my thighs and soaking the sheets beneath us in a messy, obscene puddle.
I feel every pulse of it leaving my body, the stretch easing, the sudden emptiness where he had been locked so tight.
My hole flutters around nothing, still clenching like it’s trying to keep him inside.
I roll to the side and pull him against me before the loss can register.
He comes willingly, folding into me. His chest is slick with sweat and my own release, his cock, still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess, resting heavy against my thigh.
I can feel the warmth of his cum still leaking out of me, smearing between us every time either of us shifts.
But nothing matters more than holding this precious Alpha in my arms. One arm around his shoulders, the other hand moving through his hair, my mouth against the top of his head saying nothing because nothing is what he needs.
Not more words. Not more instructions. Just the presence of another body and the implicit promise that it’s not going anywhere.
I stay just long enough for him to pass out, my own thoughts trying to sift through this evening.
This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be me collecting a pretty Alpha who wanted to play.
A chapter in someone else’s story that I’d close when I got bored.
Why does it feel like I just picked up something I’m never going to be able to put down?
Staying for a few more moments, I then extract myself from Sai, lingering just long enough to kiss his forehead and write down my number on a piece of scrap paper alongside a note.
I’m next door. Come over when you’re ready. No rush.
I desperately hope he’s ready tomorrow.