Chapter Fifteen
Shaw
How had I gone so long without a spanking?
As my alpha peppered my bottom with his palm, the skin came alive, the heat spreading through my veins and awakening my whole body.
It stung, certainly, and I knew there would be lingering soreness—my alpha had a firm, hard hand—but I welcomed it.
He continued until the physical became emotional and the pressure that had built inside me for the past years flowed out in tears.
At first, they were a sprinkling, but then they came faster, a flood onto the floor under my face.
My alpha was going to have a sodden bedside rug.
He continued to spank, pausing every few slaps to rub my heating skin, spreading out the burn, until my tears turned into sobs, and he stopped. “Omega?” Lifting me to sit on his lap, he studied my expression. “Get it all out.”
A true alpha knew this. One of the fake doms might think it was pain; that was just one element, a trigger along with the closeness that let it out.
I cried harder while he cuddled me close and stroked my back, fed me sips of water, and kissed my cheeks and nose and lips. Softly, lovingly, achingly.
When the tears slowed and the sobs became hiccups, he sighed. “It was a lot. I know.”
He didn’t know, at least not everything, mainly because I hadn’t told him. Which I would. Soon. But for now, “I missed you. It didn’t even seem possible to miss someone I’d only known for a night.”
“I missed you, too. More than I can express. When I saw you here, I couldn’t decide if Fate was being kind or cruel.
What if you wanted nothing to do with me?
How would I survive seeing you and knowing my mate wanted me out of his life.
Other alphas would be touching you, and I could do nothing about it. ”
“Never. I never let anyone touch me, probably why I had so much to let out. Your bedroom is going to be all humid now.”
Gatlin
I kissed him then stood him on his feet.
“Lie on your belly and let me see if you need any soothing ointment.” Even if it wasn’t necessary, I was not going to miss out on one of my favorite aspects of aftercare.
Helping him into position, I reached for a jar of cream and smoothed it on his skin.
“Your cheeks are rosy red,” I crooned, stroking into his crack to find him slick and ready for me.
“Roll over and show me how you like to be touched.”
He turned onto his back, but his hands were shaking. “I-I don’t know if I can, alpha. I want…you…”
“I’m going to help you. See?” Closing my fist around his shaft, I closed his hand around mine. “Now…what do I do?”
His cheeks burning as rosy as his butt, Shaw moved my hand, slowly then faster. He squeezed and eased my palm up to rub his head, spreading precum over the smooth surface.
“You’re doing so well, omega.” I let him continue to demonstrate, to guide, giving him some control that his vent of emotions might have lost. “As soon as you come, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll know I’m never going anywhere again.”
Two seconds later, he did, splatting steamy spurts over his belly and my hand. “Now. Please. Or I’ll die.”
“You won’t die, omega, but I might if I don’t get inside you right this minute.”
He whimpered, and parted his legs, pushed them up, and I drove inside him.
His slick was even more copious now, his tight hole unable to resist my advances.
I didn’t have long, either, everything we’d done tonight and before tonight built up and ready to have me coming like a teenager before I even got all the way inside.
But I wasn’t going to deny either of us a respectable first time together, so I bit down on my lip, tasting blood as I held back, fucking him the way I promised, thanking Fate with every stroke for bringing him into my life once and then a second time after my mistake.
He was trusting me, and I would be worthy of it. A worthy alpha.
My balls tightened and finally I could not wait longer, bottoming out into him and pouring my essence into his body, swelling with my knot and holding him close, bound by the knot and by all the feelings I had tried to deny while we were apart.
What was he going to say when I told him about the job offer?
It mattered not at all. Where he was, I was, even if it meant a job housesitting in the Antarctic. I would prove myself to him. Solid. Reliable. His.