Chapter Eleven
Sol
Ieyed the light-brown couch that looked new, and touched the slick trickling down my thighs. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to make a piece of furniture dirty. Why did I care?
If I could set fire to every sofa at Dryden’s house, I would.
But so far, Rhys’s place was a sanctuary for me and deserved more respect.
I snagged a soft throw from a pile on a nearby chair, draped it over the couch, then sat on it.
Being covered with a blanket had been annoying, but sitting on one was not.
All the heat stuff made so little sense.
My ass was uncomfortable in a weird way. Not sore, but rather empty.
Rhys carried a sizable box and deposited it on the floor with a grunt. “There are two more like that.” He shook his head, but the smile on his face put me at ease. “What did you order?”
I smirked and pulled on the string to rip the black box open. “Only necessities.”
“Of course.” Rhys brought in the remaining parcels and sat next to me, as naked as I was.
The top layer comprised a stack of nutritional food packets. I grabbed one and read the ingredients, which included mostly protein, vitamins, and vegetable extracts. “Here goes nothing.” I unscrewed the tiny cap and squeezed some into my mouth.
“How is it?” Rhys opened another box, but didn’t look inside.
“Much better than I expected. Like a veggie shake.” I smacked my lips and slurped the rest. Since my digestion slowed down for the duration of the heat, I had to be careful what I ate. Food made specifically for this occasion was my best shot at having enough energy and no stomach aches.
Rhys grimaced. “Would you like me to prepare something else for you? I have steak or can whip up a risotto.”
“No, thanks. I’d rather stick to the nutrition packets and check out the goodies we got.” I fiddled with the pouch in my hands. “But it’s nice of you to offer.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.” Rhys kissed my head and walked toward the kitchen.
What was that? I touched my hair where his lips had been. The spontaneous tenderness from him was throwing me off my game. I needed him to service me and let me go, not stir some warm and very dangerous feelings in me.
Focus, Sol.
I dug into the next box and paused. It was full of hermetically sealed sex toys labeled “ready to use”. What a relief. Everything in these boxes was focused on catering to omegas in heat and saving our time and sanity.
A cramp spread through my abdomen, forcing me to bend over with a hiss. The small butt plug I was holding landed on the wooden panels with a dull thump.
“Are you okay?” Rhys’s voice sounded worried from afar, and he was next to me within a moment.
He kneeled on the floor and caressed my back in soothing strokes.
“My insides hurt,” I said.
“Can I help?”
“I want to be full but the wave is not here yet so there’s no point in knotting.
” Wrapping my hands around my waist, I sat up.
“I feel as if I’ve been dunked in horny juice and left in it long enough for every fiber of my body to crave contact.
Maybe I need a distraction and more stimulation to keep me still. ”
“How about this?” Rhys was on one knee in front of me, holding the plug he’d picked off the floor like an engagement ring. I’d laugh if I weren’t so frustrated.
“It’s too small to stay in. Not when I’m in this state.” I gestured to the slick on the inside of my thighs.
Rhys reached into the box and pulled out a different plug. “How about this one?”
The blue silicone teardrop with a wide base was thicker than my fist, but not as big as Rhys’s.
I nodded. My hole clenched over nothing and I grimaced. I repositioned, bending over the couch. “Shove it in.”
Rhys chuckled. “Easy there.”
“What’s so funny?” I glared at him over my shoulder.
“Nothing. You’re—” He swallowed. “You’re amazing.” With a touch gentler than I was used to, he traced my rim with his fingertips. “And so wet.” A growl rose from his chest, and he placed a kiss on my lower back.
What the hell was he doing?
I was disgusting, leaking, and so incredibly helpless. Yet, Rhys was panting as he scooped my slick and licked his fingers. He moaned around them, his eyes fluttering, his cock growing hard. Then he spread the natural lubricant over the plug and teased my rim with the tip of it.
“In with it!” I let out a breath and loosened up.
Rhys pushed the toy in and tapped the base.
Tears sprang to my eyes at the relief and fullness, and I rested my face on the blanket. I squeezed the silicone with my ass and sat up on the couch. I was half-hard—aroused but not ready for more.
“Are you comfortable?” Rhys asked, still kneeling.
“Yes, and much better, thanks. I should be okay until the next wave. Then I’ll need you to fuck me again.” I made it sound simple, but I was as much afraid of teh next stages of heat as I was excited for them. Because by now, I knew Rhys would be there for me.
“Of course.” Rhys caressed my thighs and met my gaze. Even on his knees, he was face to face with me. He didn’t loom over me. Quite the opposite—he bowed his head in submission. “Can I suck your cock in the meantime?”
“Why?”
“Because maybe you’ll let me.” He licked his lips. “And then, if I’m good enough, you’ll enjoy it.”
He could do anything he wanted until my next wave and service me when I’d become desperate again.
Yet, he stayed by me. He chose to submit.
He craved it. In my state, it would be difficult for me to fuck him or overpower him in a physical way, but I’d been controlled by Alphas not only because they were stronger, but because of expectations and social hierarchy.
Rhys was throwing the latter away and handing me the king’s scepter.
Excitement filled me. I had to admit to myself that I’d been enjoying Rhys’s game more than I’d expected.
My dick dripped pre-cum and so did his, both of us stuck in a loop of edging. We were guided by our instincts and the need to mate. And my heat was leading us both. Leaning into what our bodies craved might be the best course of action.
I parted my thighs and pointed to the floor. “Bring me a packet of nutrients. In your teeth. Crawl for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Rhys obeyed, brought me the food on all fours, and dropped it into my hand. He nuzzled my inner thigh and placed a tiny kiss there.
Goosebumps broke on my flesh, and I parted my knees, giving him more access. I gripped him by the hair, meeting his gaze that seemed half-drunk. My pheromones had an intense effect on him.
“Very good. You’re mine… my servant.” I ran my knuckles down his cheek. “During my heat.”
He nodded. “Yes, Master.”
He was so handsome and strong, yet open about how vulnerable his need for me was.
My hormonal changes were doing a number on me because I was enamored by him to an insane degree.
What if I’d ask me to stay? Nah, that would never happen.
He’d wanted a night to fulfill his fantasies.
That was it. And he’d ended up servicing me.
“Suck my cock, but keep your hands behind your back.” I guided him by the hair and revelled in the sight of his fluttering lashes and a small smile as he followed my directions.
He licked the crown of my dick, then took it gently between his lips. A low growl bubbled from his chest as he swirled his tongue and bobbed his head. His hot mouth was a luxury I could get used to, but an Alpha tending to my needs would never be in my future.
For now, I would milk it. I held him by his short hair, wishing it was longer, and thrust up into his mouth.
I was so close already. Rhys on his knees, taking my cock like a good Alpha was a scenario straight from a page of a fantasy story.
One where gender roles didn’t exist in the bedroom and people weren’t ashamed of their kinks.
A low sound laced with need coming from Rhys sent me over the edge.
My ass clenched around the plug as my balls drew up. I shot into my Alpha’s mouth, crying out his name.
He swallowed greedily, then pulled away, licking every drop from the crown of my dick.
The orgasm wasn’t as intense as the one during a wave, but still more pleasurable than any I’d had before Rhys. And that was just from him playing with my cock with little to no previous experience.
“Thank you.” He rested his cheek against my thigh, and the movement revealed his hard-on, dripping precum on the hardwood floor.
Thank me? What was I supposed to say to that?
“You’re welcome.” I let go of his hair and stroked the short strands of the military haircut. An idea popped into my head. “Bring me the third package with heat supplies and put it on the couch next to me.”
He jumped to his feet and obeyed, placing the box within my reach.
“Now, go get dressed in your uniform and come back to me on your hands and knees.” I thrust my chin up.
Rhys straightened up and blinked. “What?”
Did I go too far? There was only one way to find out. “This filthy soldier needs to fulfill my orders and satisfy me.”
“Yes, Master.” He bowed his head and clicked his bare heels.
Whoa. He was the hottest Alpha I’ve ever seen.
Standing in front of me, naked, with his thick cock hard and ready to fuck, he was the epitome of all my fears—wide shoulders, muscled arms, sharp jaw, and primal Alpha instinct.
Yet, I wasn’t afraid. His submission and desire to serve me were evident in his stance, calming my anxious nerves.
With a nod, Rhys pivoted around and all but ran down the corridor, leaving me to admire his taut ass. I pulled out a nutritional packet and sucked it down, then rummaged through the toys. I wasn’t sure what we’d need, so I’d ordered different ones.
Bingo! I found the perfect items for Rhys. An attempt to bend over to my feet triggered a cramp. I hissed and sat back. I’d have to make Rhys prepare his next adventure by himself.
The thump of heavy boots sounded in the distance. I flinched on instinct, but relaxed when Rhys came into view.
The dark camo in subdued shades hugged his frame in all the right places, accentuating his physique. I hated men in uniform, always greedy and abusing their power, but Rhys looked stunning in one. Another set of clothes on a hanger swung from his grasp.
“I think you meant this,” Rhys gestured to what he wore, “but if you wish me to change into my dress uniform, it’s here.” He hung the dark green outfit on a hook on the wall.
The medals pinned to it, and the stripes on the shoulders looked familiar. I’ve seen those before on high-ranking officers, maybe even generals, who’d visited with Dryden when he had me in his possession. Holy hell.
Rhys was powerful and dangerous. And was about to give him orders.
My cock twitched.
Wiggling my toes, I glanced at my small feet. My plan had a hole in it, but I knew how to fix it.
“Take off your boots and put them on me.”
“Yes, Master.” Rhys retrieved a pair of thick socks from the package and kneeled in front of me. With patience and a gentle touch, he pulled them onto my feet and covered with his heavy boots.
“Lick. You’re a good soldier; I know you know how to polish boots.” I pointed down. “Do it.”
Rhys in uniform, on his knees and bending over to drag his tongue over the thick black leather sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Or was it a power trip?
“The only boots you’re allowed to lick from now on are those on my feet, understood?”
Rhys nodded but continued his task. He was waiting for further instructions.
“Good. Now strip.”