Chapter 14
Dale
Aspen’s hole gaped wider than our first time during lovemaking. He had been truthful that it had sent him into a heat. I’d only seen this sort of reaction in omegas who were out of their minds with needing to be bred. And that had only been in porn. I’d never bred an omega in a live heat before.
My cock burned for him. His scent, his pose, that open hole covered in slick made me into one needy alpha. My cock and balls behaved as if they hadn’t just released half an hour ago.
An ache went through me like a lust-filled cramp.
He’d tasted as good as he looked and now I planned to do as he asked. Fuck him well. Or, rather, breed him as deeply as I could.
I pressed the tip against the dark, pink skin of his open rim. Immediately, Aspen pushed back hard. So hard, in fact, my entire erection disappeared inside of him in one major thrust.
I nearly lost my balance. I let go of his cock and pressed down on his lower back with both hands to regain my equilibrium.
His insides began to wildly milk me. I’d read and heard others say an omega in this state it was like a live milking machine. There was no other way to describe it. His body had my appendage captured and trapped. Not that I was complaining.
I grabbed his hips and pulled out halfway, noting that I still had some control and participation in the act. The muscled walls of his interior sucked at the sides and beneath my cock as I moved back into him to the hilt.
Dear gods, Aspen was going to be my undoing.
“More,” came the strangled, muffled cry from the pillow where he had planted his face.
Every drag of my cock sent me higher and higher. This second orgasm was building like nothing I'd ever felt before. My body pounded into his. His abundant slick made everything easier, faster. If I ever returned to reality after this wondrous journey, I would never be the same.
He was stunning. The globes of his ass we're taught and round and I couldn't stop running my hands over them as my cock slid in and out between them. My balls snapped back and forth, slapping his in the process. It was divine.
I kept pressing into him with every thrust, trying to get deeper, trying to touch him in a place that might link us forever.
It was instinct. It was alpha will. I couldn't stop it.
Later, if he wanted to punish me for it, I'd welcome it.
I'd give him every retribution he asked for.
But a little voice inside told me he wanted this just as much.
I thought I was going to burst several times, put something in my body kept holding back and making that orgasmic climb ever higher. The buildup was so intense. How could I go on like this and not be dying?
“Aspen, it's too much. My body wants to stay inside you. I almost feel like I can't come.”
“You're going to knot,” came the reply.
“I'm human. I don't do that.”
“Is that what you were taught?”
“People talk about it, but I thought it was a myth.” It was hard to think let alone communicate something this important when I was on the verge of the greatest pleasure of my life.
“Ugh, that feels so good. Harder. Squeeze the base of your cock while you do that.”
I couldn't believe he was giving me orders in bed. Now I knew Aspen was going to be a very bossy bottom and I loved that about him.
I reached down and took hold of my shaft at the root. It felt swollen, and there was a hardness forming beneath it, still growing as I squeezed.
I moaned. It must have been quite loud because Aspen cried out, “There, you've got it. Push hard. Shove it in me all the way. I’m made to take it.”
I spread slick all over it even though it was already quite wet and let go. I drove into him like a piston. Hard. Harder. Could this really be happening? Yet as I looked down I saw it was true. My very first knot.
“That's it.” Aspen huffed and puffed and squirmed.
His body would not stay still so I took a firmer hold of his hips. “Be still, sweet omega. I have you.”
The words came as if from some ritual my body knew but my mind could not recall how. Strangely, Aspen stilled. As if he'd been waiting to hear them.
“I have you,” I repeated. “I have you.”
“Thank you.”
Those two words were whispered almost too soft to hear. But I did hear, and it sent me careening and crashing over the edge.
The base of my cock slid into him hard, opening the rim of his hole bigger than I thought he could take without tearing. But he took it with a groan and pleasure, and then we were locked together as I shot hard over and over into the welcoming body of my lover.
I fell over Aspen's back, my forehead sliding along his spine and to his neck. Instinctively, my mouth roamed that area as I was still shooting, still seeing stars, and I bit down.
“Yes!” He yelled. His insides clenched tightly around my shooting cock. “That's it, my proud alpha. You got this perfect. I'm gonna want you all the time like this.”
I loved that he was a talkative bed mate. He even made sense to my garbled mind.
The knot was the oddest feeling. And the best. It seemed to affect my balls in a tremendously erotic way. It was as if they were being squeezed every time the shaft throbbed to shoot more juice.
It was like having a hundred little orgasms, only they weren't little. Each one was big and strong, sending powerful currents back down to the knot to cause it to squeeze against Aspen’s rim and do it all over again.
I had flashes of cognitive moments. When I opened my eyes I could see the teeth marks on Aspen’s neck, but luckily no blood. Still, I was leaving my mark on him and I licked and sucked at that area over and over again.
“Bite down. Every time you do that I come again.”
“Really?”
“Seriously. Do it.”
I obeyed my bossy omega. It was easy. Like breathing. I think that was when I first fell completely and totally in love with him, although I'd been having those feelings all day long even before I had started to walk away to move to my own cabin.
I bit him. Not hard enough to break skin, but not gentle, either. He moaned every time and thrust his hips even though he couldn't loosen himself from me at all. How long was this going to last? I didn't care. If it lasted all night, I'd be deliriously pleased.
I had him in my grip. He was mine. The tip of my cock touched deep inside him in ways that made me feel I had succeeded in creating an instinctive link.
Merry Christmas to me.
I lost track of time. Maybe twenty minutes had passed, maybe more. When the knot went down, my other senses returned. Aspen collapsed onto his stomach. I rolled to the side as my cock slid out.
Aspen turned onto his side and pressed himself into my arms. I held him to my chest. We were both breathing loudly.
I lifted my head to look around. The fire had gone down in the hearth. The room’s air had cooled. I drew the strewn comforter over us, tucking it in.
Aspen’s eyes were already half-closed. “I want you again,” he murmured.
“Yeah. I know. But first maybe a nap?”
“Uh-huh.”
I wanted to get up and grab some more clean towels. And build up the fire. But I couldn’t move. Every muscle in my body seemed to have turned to liquid.
Aspen’s arm was around my waist. One of mine was trapped underneath his weight as I held him. I didn’t care. I needed him close.
His breaths became slow and even and I knew he’d fallen asleep. My own mind was nodding into blackness. Before I succumbed, I kissed him on the forehead.
“I think I’ve always loved you,” I whispered.