Chapter 13 Fallon
FALLON
The things Keir was saying to me had to be a fever dream. He wanted me? Me? Imposter syndrome cut into me big time. But here he was sitting on the side of my bed. And he wasn't going away.
How many times had I asked him to leave? I was so good at math but on that fact I'd forgotten to count. Probably because every time I asked I didn't mean it. I didn't want Keir to leave. Not ever. Could it be true that he didn't want to leave, either?
Before I could assess what was happening, he leaned in and kissed me.
It was the most wonderful event I’d ever experienced yet it hurt so bad.
My entire body ached with a yearning so strong I couldn't actually name it as desire alone.
It was like my body was a shell that was cracking all around me and all the good things inside were threatening to escape.
I needed to be held together by something or someone very strong. Someone I trusted. A friend. An alpha.
In a rumbly, comforting voice, Keir said, “I know you hurt. I know what to do.” He took my face in both of his hands, cradling it.
“Promise me you will trust me. I'll make everything better.
Not because you're in heat or because you're good at math but because I care. I like you and I care an awful lot.”
He'd already made his Christmas confession to me that he wanted me. Now he was piling it on, putting me at ease. I liked it. I wanted more.
My voice rough and tense, I said, “I care, too.” Because it was the truth. And he was already seeing me at my most vulnerable.
He moved closer to me on the bed. His foot kicked at the breakfast tray on the floor making the silverware clang like bells. He kissed me again.
It was the most wonderful sensation. But I tensed up. Our team needed numbers.
“What?” His breath warm against my mouth.
“We need to work.”
“Yes. But not until our minds are a little clearer.”
My breath came in hiccups. The pleasure was as fierce as pain. But what an ache. Like my bones were melting and my skin needed to be stroked to stay intact.
“Will you open your robe for me?” Keir asked.
My mind rushed through scenarios. The worst ones first. I wanted to tear my robe off.
But what if this wasn’t real? What if Keir was in here actually quoting numbers at me and I was fever-dreaming the kisses and the fervent request?
He might be asking me something else while I ripped off my clothes.
“Is this real?”
“I promise it is.” He touched the hem of my robe and lightly tugged.
I couldn’t be imagining that tug, could I? Nor the bulge I saw in his dark wool pants. He was responding. To me. And he’d confessed. It wasn’t just because of my heat.
My hands came up. They went to my robe’s belt, struggling to untie it.
Keir’s bigger hands, so warm, came over mine to cover them.
He wiggled his fingers between my palms and helped undo the knot in seconds.
Immediately, the cloth started to slide away down my sides.
I held my breath as my erection poked free and straight up into the air.
Slick flowed. My knees bent. My body was starting to pose for him, no longer under my control.
The fire inside me flared up as if someone had poured fuel all over me.
I couldn’t stop my hips as they rose up, jutting my cock into his side. My hands rose to my face, hiding it.
“It’s okay,” Keir said softly. “You’re beautiful.” A short chuckle. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”
Was it wrong that I wanted him inside me? Right now? Every word we spoke, every breath we drew seemed like it was delaying my need. Consuming time. Christmas Eve was hours away. Santa's flight was still not a go.
I took my hands away from my face. Keir’s hair fell around his shoulders and brushed my chest. Usually, it was so neatly tucked behind his ears, cascading down his back in a shiny sheet that didn’t move much. I raised my arms and put them around his neck, pulling him to me.
“Hurry,” I said.
“Shh. It will all be fine.”
“It hurts.” Had I told him that already?
“I know.” He pushed my robe back from my shoulders. “Lift up.”
I obeyed and he got it all the way off. Now I lay before him stark naked, erect, thighs wet, chest heaving. I was surprised to look at myself and not see flames rising from my skin.
Keir kissed me a few more times, one hand trailing down my chest to my stomach, petting, testing my resolve. I lifted my hips again and again, impatient.
He leaned back, his hand trailing further. “All right?”
I nodded, then squeezed my eyes shut as his hand wrapped around my hard shaft and stroked up. My balls drew tight. He milked it for less than a minute before I cried out, shooting hard, feeling the hot liquid spatter my stomach and chest.
“Perfect,” he crooned. “What a beautiful start.”
The omega in me needed to let go and allow him to lead. To mold me into his willing partner. I wanted commands. I craved for him to be my boss and tell me what to do even now.
Between gasps, I said, “Tell me how you want me.”
“I can do that. I will.”
Relief flooded me along with the tail end of that blast of an orgasm. My knees fell further apart.
“Tell me everything. Every step. I want to hear it.”
“Yes, honey. Yes. I’m going to take my clothes off now.”
“Yes, please do that.” It was happening. This was real.
My hole spasmed, slick moving out of me. I wanted to present it to him but for now I was distracted, watching him pull off his shirt and then undo his pants.
His body gleamed, lean-muscled, whip-strong. Dark gold. More handsome than anyone I’d ever dreamed of. His hair fell from side to side, a fall of light as he pushed his pants off.
His cock bobbed up, red-gold and shiny with desire. I was already lifting my legs.
Keir positioned himself between them, running his hands up my thighs. “You all right, honey?”
I loved that endearment. How did he know?
“Yes. I need you. Please.” I hoped he liked pleading because I was going to be doing a lot of it.
He leaned in again. “Be sure.”
“I consent.” I bit down on my smile.
He ran one hand over my still half-hard cock down to my balls, then further. His fingers delved between my cheeks and found my open hole. I was so ready that his forefinger practically fell inside me. He probed easily, the slick letting him slide it all the way in.
“You’re burning up, honey.”
I lay back and let him do as he pleased. Work and numbers left my pleasure-numbed mind and I concentrated only on sensation. It was all that held me together.
I’d never had anyone during a heat. I always secluded myself with food and drinks and endured it by sleeping a lot and trying to focus on watching TV. A mini-vacation, so to speak, except it was anything but restful. I always came out of it feeling depleted and disappointed.
“I can’t lie. You rile me up, Fallon.” He hissed, one hand petting my stomach, the other now with two fingers inside me.
“I want you to take control.” My muscles were already limp except for my cock. Bursts of energy would possess me only to push myself closer to my goal. Having him inside me. Otherwise, I lay like a broken doll discarded from the workshop before him.
His fingers left me and I was empty. But only for a moment. They were replaced by a blunt pressure of something hard. I opened my eyes as Keir bent my legs up and back, exposing my hole. His cock was aimed perfectly rubbing against me.
I moaned and tossed my head, jerking my hips to feel more.
For a moment, my world tried to right itself to logic and equations. I couldn’t believe he—we—were doing this. We had jobs to do. We were colleagues. That thought swirled right out of my brain as if it never was. All I wanted was to be fucked. By him.
Gods, it was almost too much.
“Please.” I begged. I had no shame. “I can’t stand it. It hurts. Make it better. Alpha, please.”
“I’ve got you. I’m here.” Soft words. Soothing. Sweet. Loving?
His cockhead pushed and my hole opened to him like a hungry mouth. As he pushed, my passage sucked him in. I held my breath as my hips jerked again. He made a soulful, pained noise. I watched his head snap back as his hips came forward and he buried himself deep inside me.
I’d never known such utter bliss. With numbers, I forgot myself and time got wonky. That was lovely. This was beyond even that. No words.
I grunted out my held breath waiting for him to move. I needed to feel him move. I knew it would send me flying.
He waited.
I frowned against the urge to scream.
“Okay?” he asked.
“So good. More.” I could barely get the words out.
He started slow. Pulling out and grazing every internal pleasure zone along the way. Then he pushed. Taking his time. The universe wasn’t big enough to contain this.
Back again. Slow. Then forward. My orgasm began to coil at the base of my spine. It was already strong. I thought I’d come right then, but it showed no sign or breaking, only growing bigger. Taking me high and up, out of my mind.
Keir picked up his pace and that was when I knew I was already addicted. To this. To him.
Faster, he fucked me. Like the boss he was. Like the gentle but powerful elf. There was no storm anymore, just stars, endless stars in streaks and spirals rushing past me into infinite wonder.
I had the fleeting thought that I would not be able to live through this. All the stars became exploding novas. There would be no survivors.
Then Keir bent his body to mine, sliding his arms beneath me and holding me to his chest as he plowed into me. My alpha held me together, like Santa’s magic bubble around his reindeer and sleigh, keeping everything together.
I grabbed his shoulders and held on to keep myself whole as the room—the world—exploded around me. All my senses went numb except touch. The orgasm shot through my passage, curled through my balls and up my cock. My hole spasmed hard. My cock twitched.
Keir yelled out his own ecstasy and my insides were flooded with hot seed.
I lost my mind, twisting beneath him so I didn’t miss one moment of feeling our joining that brought me to this height. I didn’t want it to end.
I heard Keir as if from a distance but I couldn’t make out his words.
“What?” I cried out.
“I need to pull out. I’m knotting.”
“No!” I grabbed his hips. “Knot me. I want it.”
“Fallon….”
“Please. I crave it. Please.” My fingernails dug into his skin, probably making scratches. I’d be sorry later. Right now, I didn’t have time.
“Are you sure?”
“Do it!”
He pulled me close and thrust hard. My muscles opened around the swelling base of his cock, taking him in.
I keened. “Yes. More. I want it.”
“Fallon.” He said my name over and over in a strained voice. He was having more orgasms as my rim squeezed his knot. It was the way of alphas, giving them an intense sense of euphoria. I wanted him to have it. I yearned to give him everything.