Chapter 13
With no real schedule to adhere to, we ate, slept, and fucked according to the demands of my heat. Hours melted into days, and I lost count of how many times I’d been taken, how many times Sidney had made me come.
I lay draped over him, comfortably resting with his heartbeat against my ear. “Do you want to knot me?”
Sidney’s scent spiked, his muscles tensing beneath me.
“Sorry, is that bad? Should I not have asked?”
“You’re fine.” He relaxed beneath me again. “It’s not usually phrased as asking if I want to. More so, my clients demand it when they’re in the throes of their heat.”
“Oh. Well, I was wondering. We haven’t done that yet, have we?”
He shook his head.
“I may have done some investigating on my phone while you were napping the other day. I figure there’s no time like the present.”
“I’d love to knot you during the next wave.”
“Are you proud of me for being that bold?” I grinned.
“Always.” He laughed and nipped my bottom lip. “Since you’re feeling bold, go choose something else from the box.”
He nudged me toward the edge of the bed until I slid off and crawled toward the trunk of hidden treasures. It felt as wildly scandalous as it had the last time I’d looked at it. I rifled through it, fingers brushing against a rainbow dildo. I paused.
“Toss it here,” he called from the bed.
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He held out his arm, wiggling his fingers until I sighed and snatched up the dildo, marching back to the bed. I dropped it next to his face. “Good choice.”
“Yeah? What do I even need it for when I have you?”
“I assure you I can think of plenty of uses for it.”
I blinked, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Are you going to tell me what those uses are or let me struggle to imagine?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed with him. “Well, I did tell you that you could handle two of me if you really wanted to.”
The words turned my insides to liquid. “Jesus Christ on a cracker. How is that even possible?”
“Omega bodies are very resilient during heats.”
“But that’s so intimidating,” I whined.
“We could use it for another first for you?” He patted my butt cheek.
“Why does that sound ominous?” I laughed and snuggled in.
“Not ominous, just new.”
“So, what if I did want to explore that?”
“Then you tell me that and we play. I’m not going to pop that whole thing in from the get-go if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Only slightly. Barely a worry.” My cheeks flamed.
“Uh huh. Very convincing.”
“You shush. It’s just kinda weird, ya know? It’s my butt.”
That set off his laughter, and he buried his face against my skin, utterly cackling before it turned to a simmering snicker.
“It’s not that funny.” I pouted.
“It is a little.” He tugged my face closer and kissed me until I was melting in his hands. “Tell me if you want to, or we can find something else.”
I squirmed uncomfortably. “I might be curious.”
His eyes gleamed before he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Then let’s pursue it. Do you want the harness or cuffs for this too?”
“Could we both wear a harness?”
“Sure, let me grab one. Do you want me in the cross straps or the straight across?” He fished both out of the trunk and held them up. My brain sparked and I forgot how to speak. He moved each one in front of his torso in turn, watching me carefully. “Straight across it is.”
I let out a squawk.
“What? Your scent spiked a little more on that one.”
“I both hate and love that you know these things.” I groaned, kicking my feet in a halfhearted tantrum.
“I have a lot of practice paying attention. And we’re pretty tuned to one another right now. If you weren’t so hopped up on heat hormones, you’d notice all the shifts with me too. Do you want to strap me in or lie there admiring me while I do it myself?”
I let out an indignant groan. “Shut your beautiful face.”
“Only once you answer the question.”
I thrust out a hand and beckoned him over.
“You’re not using your words.”
“Words are overrated.”
“Then I’m staying right here.”
Growling, I crossed my arms.
“If you’re going to be stubborn, we’re not going to play.” He set the harness back into the trunk.
“That’s not fair. You know what I want. Why do I have to say it all the time?”
“Because not everyone is going to be as good at reading you as I am. Learn to use your voice and be clear about what you want. You don’t need to hide with me.”
I stared at him for a long moment, absorbing what he’d said. I didn’t want to think about future partners. I didn’t want to think about after this was over.
Don’t get attached.
“Maybe hiding is more comfortable,” I eventually said quietly.
That drew a smirk from him.
“Comfortable, probably, but far less fun.” He sat down next to me. “If you want the world to go your way, you have to make it clear what you desire. I want you to be able to say what you want so that you and everyone else knows for certain.”
“Shouldn’t I already know for certain?”
“That depends. Do you want this enough to say it out loud?”
I hummed thoughtfully and toyed with the ends of my hair. “I don’t understand how you make it all so easy and so difficult at the same time.”
“It’s a gift.” He laughed softly and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Now, do you want to experience a new pleasure or not?”
I puffed out my cheeks and released a frustrated sound. “Yes, I do.”
“Keep going.”
I grabbed his face with both hands. “It’s entirely unfair for someone that looks like you to be so goddamn infuriating. Yes, I want to do all the new things. I want you to wear that harness and use the toys on me and introduce me to all manner of absolute filth.”
He grinned, my grip on him obscuring the expression. “Was that so hard?” He fetched the harness back and handed it to me. “Strap it on me.”
I swallowed and stood on shaking legs to drape the leather over him. My fingers fumbled the buckles when his sweet citrus and clove spiked, making my head swim. When I finally finished, I hooked both hands over the strap that stretched across his chest.
“I like this on you,” I whispered.
“You should show me how much.” His eyes twinkled with mirth as I yanked him closer to devour his mouth as I hoisted up on tiptoe. He walked his fingertips up my back and down again, squeezing my ass. “Go get yourself comfortable on the bed, and I’ll be right there.”
I did as I was bid, snatching up one of the pillows to curl around while I watched him dig out a small box and toss it on the bed next to me. My cheeks burst into flame when I opened it, revealing the three sizes of glass teardrop-shaped toys with flared bases. The embarrassment worsened when he grabbed my hips and lifted them into the air. I buried my face in the pillow, unwilling to turn and witness him seeing such an intimate view.
The pop of a lid was followed by the cool drip of lube and then by the pad of his thumb moving in slow circles. I tensed and let out an incomprehensible sound at the sensation.
He kissed my lower back. “Relax.”
“Easy for you to say. No one’s rooting around your tush.”
“We could swap spots if you like, but I already know I enjoy it and this is supposed to be about you.”
I squawked and turned to face him. “You like getting...you know?”
“Should I not? I’m rather fond of prostate orgasms and there’s only one way to get to it.” He patted my butt cheek.
“I didn’t think an alpha would be into that.”
Sidney laughed. “Well, this alpha is into anything that feels amazing.”
“Okay, I guess that’s fair.”
“You ready for the first one? I’m going to warm you up before we make use of our rainbow friend.”
“I’m ready.” I returned to my original position and waited.
Smooth glass slid around in the lube, and I tensed again.
“That’s not relaxing.” He held my hips and wiggled them until I started laughing.
I cuddled into the pillow, letting my back dip into an arch. The toy moved again, the tip pressing softly, gliding away to swirl through the lube and return a half dozen times that way until I was pressing back against it. He gave a final push, and it slipped straight inside. Sidney circled my clit with his thumb, coaxing me to climax. My muscles squeezed around the plug and I gasped, my hands curling into the sheets. When his fingers joined his thumb, plunging into my pussy, I was undone in moments, a cry raking over my throat. How was he so fucking fast at wrecking me?
I melted onto the bed, breathless, as he removed the plug and his hands.
“Holy shit. What the fuck?”
Sidney chuckled. “It makes it a little more intense than usual.”
“A little?”
“Sometimes a lot. Depends on the person. Are you ready for the next one?”
“Yes please.” I didn’t protest a bit when he lifted my hips and replaced the first plug with a larger one in the same manner as he’d done the first. He took his sweet time, playing with me until I was squirmy and desperate.
I had no protest in me when he flipped me over and devoured me, pumping skilled fingers and teasing an already primed clit into another orgasm. The toy made everything ridiculously intense. I thought I knew what it meant for him to ruin me, but it was a relief to know he could continue to surprise me.
I moved almost without thinking, turning and lifting my own hips. I panted, clinging to the sheets as he slid the mid-size plug free, teasing me with it for a while.
“Oh my gooood. Hurry up. I’m gonna die!”
He only laughed in that infuriatingly perfect way before working it free of my body and replacing it with the largest. It took a bit more time than the first two, rotated slowly, the burgeoning pressure encouraging my body to open. I felt it down to my toes and into my fingertips, an unexpected depth of satisfaction I hadn’t experienced before.
“Christ on a cra—” I broke off with a pitiful scream into the blankets.
I sucked in a breath, tensing everything I could on the inhale, and then exhaled slow and smooth, relaxing my muscles as best I could. My body gave in, and the plug sank inside, leaving me shaking. I moved to tip over, but he held me in place.
“Stay up for this one.” It was him who ended up on his back, sliding his face between my spread thighs, driving me to the brink with wicked lips that left me on the edge of sobbing as I came again, squeezing desperately around the plug. Black spots danced in my vision and my lungs burned; my heart pounded ferociously.
Part of me wanted to ask for a break when he sat up, but I also didn’t want any of these feelings to abate, even as they crushed me into nothing and rebuilt me anew.
“Deep breath. In.” He braced a palm on my lower back. “And out.” He pulled the final plug free and set it aside with the others.
I tried to ask what was next but only whimpered instead.
“Ready for the next?”
I nodded helplessly. I wasn’t actually ready, but I was too far gone to turn back now.
The lid on the bottle of lube popped again, and he picked up the rainbow dildo I’d selected. More lube dropped between my cheeks, and he swirled the dildo like he had with the plugs, pressing the tip to my entrance. I arched my back and wiggled against it, craving that depth, only half-coherent.
“Please,” I whined. The edges of my awareness blurred with encroaching warmth, heat surging through my body.
The dildo sank in, inch by gloriously torturous inch, and I rocked back against it, the slight sting as I stretched dulled instantly by the growing heat. He pulled my hips back against him, cock nudging my pussy, and I thrust back against him.
“Please.”
I rocked desperately, and he braced a hand against me, but if it was to keep me still, he was not successful. The glide of the toy sliding out had me whining, afraid it was going away too quickly, but then he pushed it back in and every sound froze in my throat. He grabbed on to my harness instead, and when he yanked back on it, I was met with the combined friction of cock and toy, the pressure flinging me straight off the edge of an orgasm as I screamed wordlessly into the sheets.
More sensation than I could handle struck me like a tsunami, and each dip and swell of the coming waves had me scarcely able to breathe past them as he thrust into me with body and toy. I reached a shaking hand beneath my uplifted hips and brushed a tentative finger against my clit. Pleasure lanced up my spine, all three points combining to toss me up and over another crest, and I fell, half-drowned in those waves, even as I continued to touch and he moved with a strength and finesse I didn’t possess.
My body gave out somewhere among the pleasure, held up only by Sidney’s grip on the harness. He let out a gasp, a groan muffled by grinding teeth as his hips thrust forward once more, his knot swelling to trap us together. My vision flared white as the orgasm sizzled through me. I lost track of how many times I came, and as the heat fell away I became aware of the rawness of my throat and the disappearance of some of the pressure as he slid the toy free and set it aside with the plugs. The huff and puff of our breathing filled the space. He pulled us both over, curling up with his face buried against my neck.
It felt like centuries before I was able to form words. “I need to sleep for a decade.”
“Mhmm,” he murmured against my skin. “I could go for that. A bath would be nice too.”
“Carry me.”
“There’s no way I can carry you while we’re stuck together.” He sighed and kissed my hair. Every time I shifted, it sent little ripples through me, which obviously meant I had to wiggle continuously until he snared an arm around my hips and growled in my ear. “You’re making it extremely difficult for me to come out of this state.”
“Stay in it then.”
Whatever response he’d planned dissolved when I squeezed around him. “God, I’m going to be stuck to you forever apparently.”
“If I could stop doing it, I would.”
He nipped at my scent gland and I gripped the sheets, reached around, my fingers seeking out the scent glands on his throat, and giving them a firm press when I found them. He relaxed against me with a groan.
“Feel better?”
“Shh, we’re cuddling. Sleep time.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue, so I didn’t, instead succumbing to the exhaustion that pulled me under.