Chapter 21
ADAM
My hands roamed, grasping and groping, all over Fletcher’s kiss-marked body. I loved all the bruises and hickies left behind, the little Omega drenched in my scent after so many rounds of sex, and he was still insatiable, begging for more.
Was this day three? Four? I’d lost count.
“Adam!” Fletcher cried out, spreading his thighs even wider. I crawled up between them, crushing my mouth to his. His tongue slipped inside mine, doing a serpents’ dance and our teeth clicking together with the passion of it. Fletcher whimpered, arching up off the bed as I jerked him off. “Please!”
I needed no further invitation—I thrust inside his tight body in one hard stroke, making the Omega cry out into my mouth.
I began to fuck him—hard, rough, passionate—while Fletcher writhed beneath me in the sheets, his fingers curling into them.
I hoisted his knees up over my shoulders, getting a better angle, and he babbled nonsense to the ceiling.
How I could undo this beautiful man so easily, it was so damn sexy. Fletcher Rose did it for me in a way no Omega ever had before, and god, I wanted to keep him. I wanted to keep him so badly.
I drove hard and fucked us both right over the edge.
Fletcher’s body jerked and spasmed, clenching around my knot and milking it.
I came in pulses, hot cum filling the condom with each burst. Panting, I hovered over him, my hips still jerking.
He flopped back against the mattress, spent. Both of us dazed. Lust-drunk.
That’s when I realized, Fletcher was crying. Silent tears slipped down the sides of his face, and my heart locked up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Fletch?” I murmured, breathless. “Baby? What’s wrong?
” I reached for him, but we were still tied together by my knot.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to pull out with a hiss.
Fletcher whimpered in pain, his legs jerking back as the bulb of my knot popped free—as did the condom.
Cum flooded from the torn rubber and I cursed again. Shit. Just what I needed.
Fletcher let out a soft sob, and my attention diverted back to him. He was more important. Did I hurt him? Did I go too hard? I quickly disposed of the torn condom and cleaned us both off with the blanket, then crawled up beside my Omega.
I wiped his tears away with the sides of my fingers, my brow furrowing with worry. “Fletcher? Please, talk to me,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
That only brought a flood of more tears, but Fletcher shook his head, smiling despite his soft sob.
“N-No. It’s… It’s just never felt this good before,” he said, his voice sounding almost awestruck and pained at the same time.
My chest ached at the way he gazed up at me. “I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
“Oh, baby.” I wrapped both arms around him and cuddled him tightly to my chest. Fletcher hiccuped and curled himself into my arms. “Shh, it’s okay. You deserve good things, Fletcher Rose,” I told him, my voice firm. “You deserve such good things.”
I cradled him close as the Omega fell asleep, and as I held him like a precious treasure, I knew I was sunk. My heart was in too deep.