Chapter Seven
Buck
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Cliff said. My heart, if it could be called such a thing, tumbled over itself and my mind went blank.
I’d had omegas before. I’d had males before. I dabbled in females occasionally. I’d never been had by one before. My body answered before my mind did. “As y-you wish.”
“I do. I wish a lot.” His mouth did not own mine, nor did his confidence subdue me, but I wanted to submit to him, to give him that new experience. And surprisingly, my cock was entirely on board. It was on board for anything Cliff suggested.
I lifted stiff hands to traverse his sides and cup his hips, letting him lead the pace. “Do with me what you need. I won’t take you until the heat passes.” Firm muscles flexed under my fingers and burning heat like sun-scorched stone radiated from him. I wanted more—and more he gave.
He studied my face with slight scrutiny for several long seconds before urging me toward my old bed. I returned often to clean the place a little, shaking blankets and airing things out a bit, but buckled onto disused blankets at his slight push. There, I merely tugged at my clothes, letting my form part from them with ease.
“Show-off.” His bare body, damp but drying fast, fell over top of me, caging me in with substantial arms, squared shoulders and the most un-omegalike form I’d ever seen. He was built more like an alpha in ways, and I inhaled deeply, taking in that sweet scent of heat, reaffirming what my mind knew.
Nothing could have prepared me for his mouth, his wandering hands, one at my stomach pawing at my light muscles and another lower, ascertaining what it was a god possessed. Which, I’d admit, was substantial. Bigger than his, at any rate. Despite this, he lined our cocks up as if comparing sizes, stroking them together with slight awe that made my hips tilt and rock with desire, chasing touch.
Each teasing touch built upon the next, not the touch of someone seeking gratification but someone studying something complex, a mountain to be climbed. He’d never… But I’d not say a word to him until he was ready. I needed to lead in some ways, teach, give him his confidence.
“I am not omega. I will not get slick on my own.” My words came out strained, rough like grinding stones. Cliff groaned with frustration and pushed his hips forward, dragging my cock down his own, over his sac, and halted when my hands grasped his hips. “You’ll thank me later.”
Before Cliff could respond, I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him from climbing atop my cock. He was not prepared to take me. I let my hand traverse his backside, the rasp of my dry flesh against his made a soft a subtle whisper of pleasure that ended with his wounded cry. At the end of my search, my fingers caressed his bud, rubbing the tenderness with gentle circles to coax a pulse of slick free of him as it drew out a hiss of pleasure.
Teeth clenched, Cliff sat bolt upright, snarling with need as his cock jerked and balls rode high. “Changed my mind. F-fuck me, stupid god.”
“Soon, in your right state of mind.” I restrained myself and brought my slick fingertips to his cock, spreading his natural lubricant over the beautiful length, over his retreating foreskin, circling the tip with a thumb to chase a growing bead of precum. He squirmed and whimpered in my arms and groaned with need that I couldn’t fill right away. And with the temptation of my cock bobbing and rubbing so close, I couldn’t have him face-to-face. Not yet.
On my side, I turned, releasing my grasp on him to spread the remaining slick between my legs, easing entry to my hole. It’d be a new experience for the both of us. While I was functionally and biologically human in this form, my godliness only came from within, from power. Even I didn’t know what was to come.
Well, probably Cliff. Hopefully me.
I rolled onto my front, catching a glimpse of his hungry, mesmerized face going misty with desperation and groaned when he caged me down against the bed, arms on either side of me. Hot breath ghosted my back, before a stiff, slick protrusion rested against the crease of my buttock and thigh. “You’re so fucking hot…”
“Gods are meant to be as attractive as we want.” I hissed as he traced a warm hand over my back, down my hip and thigh. His exploratory touch drew the light rasp of nails across me and sent stuttering pleasure across my body in a wave.
“Then you must want to be perfect.” Cliff explored closer to my crease with curious fingers and guided his tip to my hole that could have used far more prep work. Presumably sensing that, he toyed with his slick there and plied me open with rocking fingers. One digit squirmed in before another, his breath shuddering, head bent low as far as the shadows could tell their story. Before us. He stared down, breath shaking, watching his own handiwork.
I groaned at his touch, encouraging him by arching my ass up. His fingers moved in curious ways, exploring me, working ever so carefully as I relaxed into the gentle motion. A second finger stretched me then a third, massaging into the goal of one particular spot that made me hiss and groan with pleasure.
“So, like a human, then, really?” With a gentle tug, his fingers slipped free of me, leaving my hole empty and vulnerable for all of a few seconds. As one, I lifted my hips to meet his, our bodies meeting when his tip pushed into my sensitive ring. And the noise he made drove me a little wild with lust.
“Ngh—essentially.” As an alpha, and a top, I made a point to pass the pleasure of touch onto my partner. The reach around , as it were. Either by writ of delirium or lack of know-better, Cliff did not cede to my lifted, tilted hips. He thrust in with a fluid gesture, letting his body shudder and stutter with inexperienced pleasure. Someone who, clearly, had only ever had his hand. Though, much of that was pointless when the first strike of his cock ground into my nerves and sent a sharp bark of pleasure through me that made my cock jerk and drip against twisted blankets. It left me wondering how many omegas and men I’d pushed into this level of pleasure in my life.
That list came up short as Cliff retreated and thrust in again, grunting with effort that left me quaking. No other male could enter my mind. No other male would be there for me again, goddess willing. The thought ended as he rolled his hips and leaned forward, teeth tracing my back before plucking and nipping at me. Between nips of his teeth, his hips rocked, building a regular pace until he groaned out a few choked words. “Gonna come.”
“Not yet, please.” The words crooned from my lips as I angled back and took more of his stuttering thrusts. I wanted our first time to come together.
Tears welled in my eyes as Cliff slowed down, teeth clenched, if his harsh, hissing breaths were to be believed. “C-can’t.”
“Please. Please, for me. Together.” I managed to lift my hips enough to clench the covers in one hand and bury my fist below, stroking my hard, pulsing cock. How I wished it was Cliff’s hand, but nature, or rather, a needle, had seen to us not having that sort of union.
He screamed. The earth trembled, and a tingle formed at the base of my spine as my balls rose. Every glass in my home rattled in a controlled hum, serenading us with trills of song. We were in tune. Our spirits had harmony. I howled with pleasure as he cried out his own, and I shot copious amounts of wasted seed into my sheets as my omega’s cock followed suit, pulsing with hard, jerking motions right against my spasming prostate. “Oh, Goddess!” I swore and spat a blessing in a language so old that no record remained, my body weak from spent pleasure.
“Fuck… Oh fuck. Oh…” His breaths trailed free, body heaving as he withdrew his softening cock and left me there cold and vulnerable. Cooling spend pooled from my hole, plastered my sheets, and I panted out rough breaths of disbelief that I’d allowed an omega to mount me.
Let alone liked it.
Loved it, even.
Cliff pulled off of me first, and my gaze drifted to his naked backside wet from either sweat or from the shower still. His plump cock dripped as he turned to glance at me before grabbing a towel. And as much as I loved him walking away, I loved it more when he returned, face flushed and muscles taut from exertion. He only lacked the sun-kissed element I recalled from my days of being worshiped by the Aztec. Those rough, competitive games. Often times, the losers were to be sacrificed, but sometimes, I would allow one male to offer a sacrifice of lust to me in lieu of life. We rarely let them kneel before the blade, as even losing teams were necessary for the winners to grow.
Though, Grim did have a losing team sacrificed once after our brother had gone. We were less in control of our hearts those days, not that it was any excuse.
As if understanding I was lost in thought, Cliff traced my rear with the towel and rolled me onto my back. Before covering my cum stain, he stared with raised brows and wide eyes. “That’s impressive, man.”
I glanced over and shrugged. “Your tune may change when it’s you on the receiving end.”
His upper lip curled, and I snorted with laughter as the towel hid my impressive mess. “I think I’ll need a lot more practice to take you on.”
I shrugged and gestured to myself from face to groin. “Given time and patience, I can make myself suited to you. I do not have to look as I do, nor does my cock have to be this way.”
“Call it incentive to not ride that war club until I’m trained to use it and sober.” He snorted, and I caught hints of Rayne in the way his lips twisted in a smile. He was everything I loved about my brother’s mate and more. He was mine, down to the core, when he squirmed into bed with me and fidgeted to find comfort.
I grunted noncommittally and relished his touch. “I’ll train you as a warrior, then.”
Innocent fingers traced my chest, fingertips grazing my collarbone and throat, delicately turning my head for a soft kiss. I prayed I never grew tired of it.
“What do we do now?” He asked a loaded question, all the weight of it bunched in small words.
I brushed my lips over his. “I teach you to fight. You win every battle you enter and we hide you from the Drowning River for as long as possible.”
“Another god?”
I hummed and my face stretched with a foreign sensation. A smile. “Older, fiercer, and crazier than any two of us combined. But he’s family.”
Cliff sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder. “As long as I have Jacque and I think you, we’ll manage. That’s how it works, right?”
I nodded and wrapped an arm over his back.