Chapter 9
FREY
Even with all the powerful sensations in my body, I wasn’t sure if this was real.
Oliver came to me. He gave himself to me.
Beautiful, untouchable Oliver was suddenly naked in my arms, his muscles rippling, his hips rolling sinuously, his insides clenching on my knot.
God help me, but he was breathtaking.
Was I truly allowed to make love to him? I spread my fingers, covering more of his skin, and felt his movements as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
With his eyes closed, a happy smile, and an upturned face, he looked as if he were catching the first warm sunbeams of spring. Luxuriating. He was fucking himself on my knot, slower and slower. His low moans sounded blissful.
My mate.
Of course he was. Maybe a part of me had known, even back then, but it hadn’t been the right time. This wasn’t the eighteen hundreds anymore, and even if I had been sure, I wouldn’t have taken him on the night of his eighteenth birthday right from under his parents’ noses.
But now… everything was possible.
I could eat him up with my eyes and hands without a speck of shame.
He had gorgeous nipples and the most perfect soft belly with a subtle curve to it. When he leaned backward, I could see the bulge my dick made. That was so fucking satisfying to see. My omega, full of me .
“I don’t want to stop,” he said breathlessly before thrusting harder.
“Don’t. I want to watch you come a thousand times.”
“Aah… mmhmm. Teddy…”
When he called me that, my heart stuttered.
“I’ve wanted you… for so long. Now… I feel you. Aah. So… good.”
And after being sexually active for more than two decades, my brain suddenly went This is what all the fuss is about!
Because nothing had ever come even close to this feeling. The pleasure in my knot would have been enough to make me start believing in all kinds of deities, but sensing Oliver’s joy on top of that?
I palmed his ass, the most perfect ass in the whole wide universe, and he moaned louder, pressing down and forward. My cockhead was nestled somewhere deep inside him, cushioned by silky, slick flesh that throbbed against my exposed tip.
I groaned. “You’ll make me come again.”
Oliver looked at me, mouth open, his gaze unfocused, as if he were drunk.
“I want that,” he said.
The heat wave wasn’t over, far from it. He looked to be buzzing with it. I tilted my hips up to meet his rocking movements, and he cried out louder.
“There! Oh my God! Right there!”
The sweetest spot. My cockhead pushed against the mouth to his womb. I didn’t think about the implications. Too much too soon. I was overwhelmed as it was. I just moved the way my body urged me, how I felt Oliver wanted me to, and soon, we were in perfect harmony.
He pressed down when I bucked, and his eyes closed again.
“Teddy… Love this.”
Warm tingles gathered in my knot, and my balls drew up anew.
Oliver’s movements lost all coordination, and he writhed on my knot, groaning from deep within.
I palmed his cock where it bounced between us and caressed it up and down.
It was slim and smooth, a perfect handful of omega dick, and when I stroked it, the rosy tip peeked out of my fist, slit leaking white cream.
I’d suck it soon, take it all the way into my throat, and feel my omega shudder with pleasure.
He arched, and the bulge in his belly looked threatening. How much space did my swollen dick take up inside him? But the sounds he made were pure ecstasy. I milked his cock, catching a drop of cum on my fingers. Most of it was smeared between us, and he barely had any left.
I licked the drop, and my vision went red.
Roping my arms around him, I clutched Oliver to me, as my knot pulsated.
Maybe I lost my humanity for a while. The animal, the alpha, took over amid my climax.
I fucked up into him, and his joyous scream resonated in my skull.
Oh yes. Make him come. Make him scream. Shove your dick as deep as you can. Deeper. Harder. More. Breed him!
Visions of Oliver in turquoise lace, but with a bigger belly and full pecs, flooded my mind. The images were so clear, like an exact foretelling of the future and not a fantasy. Or a memory from a different life?
My Oliver is heavily pregnant, his nipples drip white milk, and he moves in my lap, his insides cushioning my cock while pleasure courses through my entire body.
Another image replaced the first, equally clear.
He sleeps in my arms, and I touch his belly, and it swells under my hand. He sighs, peers at me, and cups his pec, offering me his nipple. His eyes are full of need, a silent plea, and I know what he wants. I lower my head, open my mouth, and pull his nipple into my mouth…
My Oliver walks toward me across a blooming meadow, and the air shimmers in the summer heat.
Dressed in a billowing white shirt and short pants, he holds the hand of a small child with shining, auburn hair.
My omega beams at me. His stomach is round again, and the sight of it fills me with boundless joy.
I’m running on all fours, the trees and bushes a blur around me.
Then I glance to my left, and another bear joins me, running by my side.
He’s small, light on his paws, and his reddish-brown fur makes me think of Oliver’s hair.
His tongue lolls out, and he winks at me, and then he’s off.
So fast. He’ll always be a step ahead of me, but I’ll love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up to him.
“This is paradise,” Oliver whispered into my ear.
It took me a moment to realize he wasn’t talking about my orgasmic fantasies.
The storm was over, and a sweet hush fell over us. He breathed into the crook of my neck, all soft and pliant in my arms, and his body felt heavier on my lap. My knot was deep inside him, and his slick and my cum leaked from our joining, wetting my balls.
“I can see our future, Oliver,” I said. I must have been affected by his pheromones and all the heat sex, but it felt important that he knew what I’d seen.
“How does it look?” he murmured, brushing his lips against my skin.
“Like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He exhaled and nuzzled my throat. “I’ll make your dreams come true. I know I can do that.”
I believed him.