12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Robert
Whining, I clawed at the sheets, bunching the material in my fists. My body writhed, covered in sweat and slick. My brain was cloudy, and all I could concentrate on was the desire that thrummed through me, the fire that licked at my skin, an overwhelming need to be filled.
I needed my alpha.
I vaguely remembered Jackson carrying me through his house before gently depositing me in the middle of his bed. The sheets and blankets smelled like him, and I twisted in them now, trying to wrap his scent all over my heated skin.
My temperature ramped up another notch, my hole ached, and slick made the sheet beneath me damp. I’d had a small respite before I had felt the beginning of my heat taking hold again. I couldn’t remember ever experiencing a heat this intense.
I needed an alpha. Toys weren’t going to get the job done, even if I had any here. I needed Jackson.
He’d been gone forever.
Had he left me?
Did he not want me?
Was I too old?
Too soft, my belly too flabby?
My already cloudy mind filled with questions that left me feeling inadequate. Not a new feeling, but this time I didn’t want to feel that way. Not with him.
No. I shook my head on the soft pillow, no. None of that was right. I couldn’t think clearly with the flames of hell licking at my skin, but I knew Jackson wanted me. Was sure of it.
Then where was he? Why wasn’t he here, filling me with his thick, delicious cock and knotting me?
Wait. He had gone to get me some things. To take care of Aiden. Yes, that was what he had said.
But I needed him!
Gnashing my teeth against the pain, the heat, the lust, I let out a primal scream of rage and need and frustration. Grabbing my cock in one hand, I pumped it furiously, trying to find some relief .
When it wasn’t enough, I slid two fingers into my wet hole, fucking myself on my fingers. Still, it wasn’t enough, and I wailed and whined.
“Easy, sweetheart,” the low voice washed over my skin like cool rainwater. “I’m here, love, I’m here. I’m sorry I was gone so long. I’ve got you.”
And then my brain went offline as my aching, throbbing cock was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth and my fingers were eased out of my hole, to be replaced by three thicker digits. “Ahhhh!”
My entire body came off the bed as Jackson hollowed his cheeks and sucked my cock as far down his throat as he could, while sliding his fingers in and out of me.
“Alpha,” I moaned, my eyes open barely a slit. Jackson peered up at me from beneath his lashes, his head not breaking the bobbing rhythm he had set.
He popped off long enough to draw in a gulp of oxygen, before breathing “Mine” across my skin, then diving back in, swallowing me to the root. My orgasm came on me so fast my head spun. Sweat dripped down into my eyes. My fingers clawed at the sheets, and Jackson’s shoulders, my feet dug into the mattress, my toes curling. My whole body shook as I came, Jackson swallowing every last drop, his fingers fucking into me, never letting up on my prostate until I was too sensitive and tried to shift away.
Panting, I curled on my side in a boneless heap, covered in sweat and slick. Minutes later, a cool, wet cloth was wiping down my heated skin. As my heat backed off, I began to shiver, tiny tremors racing across my flesh. Something soft and familiar fell over me, cocooning me in familiar warmth. Eyes barely focused, I could just make out a blur of pink before I drifted into darkness.
“Drink.”
The soft yet authoritative voice ordered me, and something hard tapped my lips. Obediently I did as I was told, and I opened my mouth. Cool water eased my parched throat, and I swallowed greedily. Too soon, the cool water was pulled away and I whined.
“Shh, you can have some more in a bit. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Blinking owlishly, the room slowly came into focus. I was in a large bedroom, a lamp throwing soft yellow light over the dark, masculine furniture. Two matching nightstands, and directly in my line of sight, a large dresser with a mirror on it.
Rolling onto my back, I stared up at the white painted ceiling, taking stock of myself. My limbs ached and my hole was definitely making itself known with each throb, but the aches felt kind of good.
Cool, gentle hands brushed the sweaty hair back from my forehead. “How do you feel?”
Turning my head to look at Jackson, I gave him a small smile, before croaking, “I’m okay.” Wow, my voice was wrecked, but like the aches and pains, I didn’t mind.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t back before the next wave of your heat started,” Jackson told me, bringing the water bottle back to my lips. Taking a sip, we stared at one another, until he pulled it away.
Somehow, even though the man had already made me come twice, this moment seemed more intimate than both those times put together. Maybe it was just the gentle way he was handling me, the way he cleaned me up, the way he tenderly held the water bottle to my lips and made sure I drank.
It was so different from what I was used to, what I had ever had, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. Picking at the fuzz of the blanket wrapped around me–my blanket–I shyly told him, “I usually have more time in between. How long has it been? I’m not sure when the next one will hit. This shouldn’t be happening. ”
Jackson shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it into an open doorway, and I assumed the darkened interior was likely a closet. I took a minute to enjoy the broad expanse of his naked chest, the lines of muscles and smooth, tanned skin.
Glancing at his watch he said, “It’s only been about fifteen minutes since you…ah, since the last cycle ended.”
Was he blushing? Surely not. Not this big, strong, assured alpha. He couldn’t possibly be blushing. It had to be a trick of the light that was causing his cheeks to pink like that.
“Do you know about how long you had between the first one and the second?” he questioned, pulling his slacks off. They followed the way his shirt had gone, and he was left in only a pair of navy boxer briefs that left little to my imagination. Not like I wasn’t very aware of what the man was packing. I’d had that thick cock knotted inside me not that long ago.
Shaking my head, I sighed softly, burrowing down into the tangled bedding that smelled like him. “Maybe twenty minutes.”
His brow furrowed. “That’s not a lot of time in between. How do you feel now? Do you feel another wave coming on?”
Shaking my head once more, I gave him a soft smile. “Not yet. ”
It was his turn to nod, while he busied himself around the room. I had no idea what he was doing, until I realized he had my carry-on bag and he was pulling items out of it and placing them on the bed. Sweats, my favorite pajama pants with cartoon dogs on it that had been a gift from Julianna on my birthday. A couple of t-shirts, along with a soft sweatshirt. Socks and underwear. My toothbrush. My shampoo and body wash. Two of my dildos.
Wait. Oh. My. Goddess!
Pulling the blanket up to my nose, I peered at the items with wide eyes. “Umm, did you go through my drawers?”
“Wyatt helped,” he said nonchalantly, which did not help the embarrassment I felt about this situation. Placing the toys on the nightstand closest to him, he tossed some knotting condoms next to them.
“Oh Goddess!” I pulled the covers over my head and tried to will myself anywhere but in this most fucking embarrassing moment ever.
“Ah, we kinda forgot to use protection the first time,” he told me, looking and sounding guilty. “I wasn’t sure if you are on any birth control…” his voice trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
Sitting up, I patted the spot next to me, and he sat. Staring at my lap, my fingers idly fiddled with my blanket. “I don’t know why we’re both acting shy with each other,” I started, “I mean we’ve fucked against your car, and you just had my dick in your mouth. I think the time for modesty has passed. Besides, there really isn’t much modesty when you spend a heat with an omega.”
Heat surged through me, so quickly it left me panting. Slick gushed from my hole, leaving the sheets beneath me damp.
“Jackson,” I whined, moving restlessly, my cock already hard again. Gripping it in my hand, I stroked, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what I needed. I needed my hole to be filled. Stretched as far as it could be stretched. I needed to be held down, and pounded into the mattress. I needed to be railed, and only this alpha could give me what I wanted. What I needed.
“Already?” Jackson scrambled for a knotting condom, tearing it open at one end. “That was fast.”
Not waiting for him to get himself sheathed, I rolled up on all fours. Bending my arms, I rested my head on them, my knees splayed wide, my ass high and proud, wet and open for my alpha.
“Jackson!”
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging in, and I relished the way he pushed me a little more down into the mattress. His tongue licked a stripe from top to bottom, over my slick hole to the top of my crease and I wailed into my arms.
Then his blunt head, encased in latex, pushed into me, stretching me, filling me, not stopping, not giving a quarter until my greedy hole had sucked him all the way in. Until his balls were slapping against my ass.
One hand splayed over the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, holding me right where he wanted me. He flexed his hips, pulling out almost all the way, then slowly gliding back into me.
Tossing my head, I glared at him over my shoulder. “Harder! Faster! Fuck me into the mattress, Alpha!”
For the next ten minutes, he did just that. Slamming into me with a brutal force that pushed me up an inch with every plunge. Expelled the air from my lungs, until all I could do was cry out in a high pitch, and scream, “Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes!”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, broken up only by my panting moans, and the dirty, squelching sounds of his cock pounding into my wet hole.
His cock grew inside me, getting wider, his knot stretching me painfully, until I bit my lip at the burning pleasure, pain, sure that he was going to tear me in two, but not caring one bit if he did.
Jackson’s harsh breaths filled my ears, my fingers scrambled for purchase, bunching the sheets up. He surrounded me, his chest over my back, his hair roughened legs sliding against mine, his hands bruising my hips with his fingernails, no doubt leaving marks.
His lips found the tender skin of my neck, just under my ear, and he sucked the flesh into his mouth. The movement mimicked the flex of his hips, sucking and biting in the same pleasure pain that blurred together.
He changed angles the tiniest bit, pegging my prostate over and over.
“Ahhhh!” Arching my back, I ground my ass into his cock, shaking and trembling as pleasure raced through me and I came, shouting my release.
Jackson’s knot locked us together, and heat centered inside of me, his cum trapped in the confines of the condom.
Yanking me to his chest, one of his hands gripped my hair roughly. “Mine!” he growled in my ear, against the skin of my neck, my shoulder. “My omega!”
It was possessive, feral, and I loved it.
“Yours,” I mumbled, just before I passed out.