Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Keiran
W ow. Everything with Darby suddenly made sense. He’d brought a heck of a lot of baggage into this fantasy. Way more than any high school soccer player. Way more than I wondered if he’d realized.
Air traffic controller, huh? Frankly, I thought that was super cool. And he was a supervisor. He was right to say that it was almost unheard of for an omega to reach that height in his career. That must have been an enormous amount of pressure on top of an already high-stress job.
It was no wonder the alphas he’d been working with the day of his mistake had given him a hard time. And honestly, it was those alphas’ fault that Darby had cracked. Even the strongest omega could only take so much bullying. It wasn’t Darby who had nearly put hundreds of people in a dangerous situation, it was those shitty alphas.
High school or air traffic control, kids in their teens or grown people in their thirties and older, the same thing happened everywhere. Bullies who thought they were entitled to something treated smart, enterprising people like shit when their false sense of superiority was threatened.
Fortunately, I knew how to deal with those situations. That was one area where, despite my age, I had a wealth of experience.
“I’m going to tell you something you don’t want to hear,” I told Darby, switching back to a little more authority than I’d just been using, because I thought he’d respond to it. “None of what happened is your fault.”
Darby made a disbelieving sound and tensed in my hold. Since my knot was going down anyhow, his body pushed me out. “It was definitely my fault,” he said, sounding depressed. “I made the wrong call.”
In fact, I could feel that depression radiating from him on a visceral level, which was interesting. It certainly wasn’t what I thought a bond felt like, even a new bond. But sometimes alphas and omegas had a sixth sense for each other when they were in the middle of a heat together.
I decided to take a huge leap of faith, one that was technically against the rules. But if Darby could be honest with me about his reality, then I could do the same.
“I’ve made tons of bad calls,” I said, continuing to rub his arm, even though we’d physically separated. “I’ve made calls that lost us the state championship.”
Darby, who had been looking down, lost in his thoughts, snapped his eyes up to meet mine.
“So you are still in school?” he asked, a slightly horrified look lighting his eyes.
I laughed, half in relief, as the shock of thinking I was just a kid had momentarily snapped Darby out of his funk.
“No,” I said. “I’m a coach. I coach high school soccer, and I teach PE, too. I’m twenty-five.”
The way Darby breathed out in relief also had me shaking with the effort not to laugh out loud.
“You had me worried for a second there,” he said, wriggling and stretching, like he was trying to work the kinks out of his muscles, but also like he was gearing up for another heat wave. “I thought I was cradle-robbing.”
That did have me laughing out loud. “Do you really think the Dark Fantasies Club would have invited me to beta-test this program if I was underage?”
“Well, no,” Darby said, now looking sheepish.
He was so full of emotion and expression. I was momentarily captivated by that and just stared at him as we lay side by side in bed. It was a cliché to say that omegas were the most emotional of the genders, but I had a feeling Darby really was. Maybe he kept it zipped up when he was at work, which I assumed he did, given his profession, but he felt to me like someone who needed to have and express his emotions. That was what BDSM was all about, really. Venting things inside you that were too intense for vanilla life.
“I’m eleven years older than you,” Darby confessed, his face coloring, like he thought that would put me off or something.
I shrugged one shoulder. “I would bet I’m eleven inches taller than you. Does that make a difference?”
“No,” he said, blushing harder. “I like alphas who can physically overpower me.”
On a gamble, I took that invitation and rolled over him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. I used my thighs to pin his legs down and slightly open, and the weight of my torso to give him the feeling like he was trapped under me.
“Like this?” I said in a voice closer to my dark, Dom persona.
Darby gasped, and his breathing didn’t recover. He panted under me, his cock pressing up into my belly. A sudden increase in his delicious berry scent told me he’d gushed slick. His arousal had my alpha going nuts with the need to get right back in the game and plow him into next Sunday.
As quickly as the air crackled between us, Darby deflated. He turned his face to the side and murmured, “I don’t deserve an alpha like you.”
“Hey,” I snapped, which had him jerking his head back to look right at me. “None of that. Stop beating yourself up. That’s my job.”
Darby’s mouth twitched, like his instinct was to grin at the joke, but he couldn’t quite manage it.
“But that’s the point,” I went on, guessing where his thoughts were going from the emotion that flickered through his eyes. “You agreed to test the auction concept because you wanted someone like me to beat your ass the way you think you deserve.”
Darby sucked in a juddering breath. “Yes, sir.”
I grinned, even though I didn’t think he was making a joke.
“I’ve got news for you, boy,” I said, feeling my way back into a dynamic that felt right and comfortable for both of us. “Even if I lashed every inch of you to that St. Andrew’s cross out there and bloodied your back with a single-tail whip, even if I bound you so tight that you could barely breathe and fucked you hard enough to rearrange your insides, even if I stuck my cock down your throat and held it there until you passed out from lack of oxygen, it wouldn’t take that bad feeling in you away.”
Darby’s face crumpled and contorted into guilty misery.
“All those people put their trust in me,” he sighed, back to being deeply upset in an instant. “Their lives are in my hands. I can’t let them down, or actual lives will be lost. Actual lives almost were lost.”
“Because your teammates let you down,” I said firmly, tightening my grip on his wrists to keep him pinned. “Because they dumped a shitload of work on you out of spite. Whether they were goofing off or seriously trying to undermine you, it was wrong.”
Darby shook his head, thrashing as he did. “I’m the supervisor. It’s my job to manage my team. If they slacked off, it was because I didn’t do my job.”
“You can’t make a poor player into the star of the match,” I said. “Just like you can’t make a star player with natural talent stink up the whole field. But even a superstar has bad days now and then.”
Darby made a sound between a huff and a sob. “I’m hardly a superstar.”
“Well, you’re a superstar sub, if you ask me.”
Darby laughed. Even though it was short-lived, it made me smile.
“I love subbing,” he admitted quietly. “I love how helpless and powerless it makes me feel. I love having an alpha hurt me and pleasure me for his own enjoyment. It makes me feel so alive.”
A thousand questions jumped instantly to my mind. What had Darby’s past relationships been like? Was he in one now but playing on the side? Had he been neglected as a child? Popular in school? Were most of his friends omegas or betas? What was his family like? There were a million different reasons people got kinky. Maybe kink just tickled Darby’s fancy. But I suspected it was a way for him to reach for something more that he wasn’t getting from a vanilla life.
“I think another heat wave is starting,” he panted under me, his hips squirming, like he was trying to move into position to be bred. “Those Heat Lightning pills really pack a punch.”
“Have you ever taken one before?” I asked.
He shook his head and let out a moan.
The sound and his movements had my alpha roaring and restless. Omega heat hormones were the most powerful drug known to alphas. I’d heard a rumor that a team of research scientists had been working on pills that would give alphas the effect of omega heat hormones without being with an omega, but it had turned them so aggressive and rapacious that they’d immediately ended the program.
I could certainly understand that.
“Mmm,” I hummed, breathing in his rich scent as I bent to bury my face against the crook of his neck. “Ripe omega. My favorite.”
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to play with Darby. That was why we were both here, after all. I wanted to play with him in more ways than an average Dom/sub fantasy, too. Maybe going full soft-Dom wasn’t the answer, but there were other scenarios that might give us both what we needed.
“Right,” I said, pulling back suddenly and kneeling between Darby’s open legs. “I paid a million dollars for your ass, and I intend to use you until I get my money’s worth.”
Darby had gasped at the speed with which I left him sprawled and unprotected on the bed. He writhed and bucked his hips, moaning and instinctively reaching for me. Not only that, but it was clear he was still in a hyper-emotional, potentially bad place by the way he started to cry and thrash his head.
“Please,” he begged. “I need you, I need it.”
I arched one eyebrow. Needing me and needing “it” were two entirely different things. My alpha pride wanted him to need me only.
“I know what you need,” I said, going full-in menacing. “But what I need is the only thing that matters.”
I shuffled off the bed, then grabbed Darby’s ankle as he tried to right himself and yanked him toward me. The suddenness of the movement surprised him, and whether by instinct or because he was back in the fantasy and playing his part, he attempted to scramble away from me.
I definitely wasn’t having that. I pulled him around, and when he tried to kick to free his ankle from my grasp, I let go and grabbed him around the waist. Darby cried out and gripped the bedcovers in vain as I pulled him to the edge of the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” I growled at him, pulling him all the way off the bed and forcing him to his knees facing me. “You can’t get away from me. Don’t you know that you’re just a place for me to put my cock?”
Darby let out a wail, his body losing all energy. He opened his mouth wide and sought out my protruding cock before I could force him to suck me, weeping as he did.
Shit. That was the wrong thing to say to an omega who was questioning his self-worth. I absolutely did not believe the only thing omegas were good for were fucking and breeding, like some alphas I’d known. There was no way Darby would have achieved so much in such an unusual field unless he was damn smart. It hadn’t been my intention to undermine that.
“That’s a good boy,” I said anyhow, figuring some praise couldn’t make things worse. “Give me that beautiful throat of yours.”
If I hadn’t been overwhelmed by omega heat hormones right about then and if my balls hadn’t been so full they could burst, I might have taken more time and worked to build up Darby’s self-esteem instead of fucking his mouth until I was shooting my cum down his throat.
The cum might have done some good, though. Darby’s weeping turned to moans of relief, and his sucking increased as he swallowed everything I gave him. The desperate feeling of agony that had been pouring off him switched to buzzing, omega contentment as I gave him what his body desperately needed.
That gave me another idea as well.
“I want your juicy hole,” I gasped, my first orgasm fading and the stirrings of another had already begun, as I pulled back.
Darby lost his balance slightly, relying on the grip I had in his hair to stay upright as he gasped for breath. “Yes, sir,” he gulped, breathless. “Fill my hole. Fuck me hard.”
“I intend to,” I said, scooping him up and yanking him to his feet.
Darby’s eyes flitted longingly to the breeding bed. I definitely took note of the burst of eagerness I felt from him. But I had other things in mind for this heat wave. Three was pretty much the top number of heat waves an omega could have from a Heat Lightning pill, maybe four, and I wanted to make the most of this one.
“I want to breed you,” I said, wrapping my hand around Darby’s throat and narrowing my eyes at him for a moment. “I want your sweet, hot body to grow fat with my baby. Only a beautiful, intelligent omega will do to carry my seed.”
That got me exactly the emotional reaction I wanted from Darby. He heard ‘breed’ first, and his pulse sped up under my fingers. Then he heard the compliments, and his heart went one way and his head another.
I didn’t give him time to sort out the confusion. As roughly as I could, I manhandled him so that I could push him forward over the bed. He lost his balance and flopped forward, and as soon as he lay on his stomach across the mussed bedcovers, I kicked his feet wide apart, then grabbed his hands. I wrenched his hands behind his back and pinned them there with one hand, then pulled his hips up so his dripping, sore, red hole was displayed to me with the other.
I drew in a long breath of his scent, then said, “Yes, that smells like a ripe womb to me.”
Darby wriggled, but rather than trying to get away, he opened his legs wider and tilted his hips up to me.
I accepted the invitation willingly and guided myself to pound home into his hole.
We both cried out at the visceral pleasure of alpha and omega being joined in heat, but I took it farther as I thrust deeper and deeper in him, my knot tingling in preparation to expand.
“Yes,” I gasped, thrusting hard enough to rearrange his insides. “You’re mine, boy. My feisty, clever omega. You feel what I want you to feel. The only opinion of you that matters is my opinion. You are who I say you are. You’re the only one I want carrying my seed. Open that womb for me right now!”
Darby cried out, weeping for what was probably half a dozen reasons, and fuck me, but the mouth of his womb softened immediately on command and the head of my cock punched right in.
Breeding orgasms were glorious. I was lucky that, for whatever reason, it was easy for omegas to have them with me. Each one was special and unique, and each one was a level of pleasure that was so over the top that it couldn’t adequately be described.
My knot blasted full inside Darby’s hole, fusing us together as my balls emptied everything they had and more in a series of pulses that were so strong I cried out with each one. They kept coming and coming, making the edges of my vision go black as I curled over Darby, thrusting so hard I thought I might split him in two.
It was the spiritual bliss of connecting with another human being that gave me the real pleasure, though. It went beyond the physical and straight into a union that made me feel like I had access to Darby’s soul.
And it was a good soul, a pure soul. He was filled with pain, but I embraced that, too. I wanted to make everything better for him. I wanted to give way more than I took, really and truly filling him with the sense that everything would be alright. If it had been possible, I really would have put a baby in him, actually claimed him as my own, and loved and nurtured him and our child for the rest of our days.
As the power of the moment began to subside and I flopped onto the bed, Darby still held tightly in my arms, our bodies intimately and irrefutably joined and entwined, I started to wonder if it might not be possible to keep this complex, beautiful, sensitive omega in my sheltering embrace forever.