Chapter 26
Cassius
I’d only known pain and sickness during my heats. I never knew it could be like this. With the right alpha. With someone who could give a deep and caring touch.
When Malin came and knotted me a second time, he needed to recuperate.
He picked me up and took me to a warm bath complete with water jets.
My cramps had returned. He set me in the flowing, clear water and made me lean back on a soft, waterproof pad.
Then he told me to bend my knees. As I lay back in the soothing bath, his fingers went inside me and worked at the muscles of my inner walls.
My cock hardened, bobbing against the surface of the water.
It put me into an altered state. I came twice.
My cock didn’t always produce liquid, but those internal orgasms were to die for.
Malin said he could feel them when they happened.
During the two days of my heat, Malin gave me internal massages so many times I lost count. And he fucked me as much as possible, too. Sometimes several times in a row until he collapsed.
We got only a few hours of scattered sleep. I was that demanding. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed but I knew I might be afterward.
The pain I thought I’d have to go through alone was now shared and diminished.
He took care of me in every way including bringing sustenance, water, clean sheets.
He never seemed like he was disgusted or put out.
His gaze was always dark but softened around the edges. He focused on me one hundred percent.
By the time my heat was over I couldn’t deny I felt some disappointment. Malin made me feel whole. Like I’d finally grown up and become an adult. I didn’t want to go back to the way I was before.
On the third day, I slept until late afternoon.
When I woke to daylight in my eyes, I sat up disoriented.
Malin was not in the room but I noticed he had been.
I lay on clean sheets and my pillows were fluffed.
Two bottles of water stood on the nightstand by my side.
A warm, fluffy comforter was neatly laid over the bed, and me, the top turned down.
When I pushed the covers down, I saw I wasn’t all sticky like I thought I’d be.
I was perfectly clean, no residue on my cock or stomach, no dried slick making my ass itchy.
For several minutes I lay in the fall sunlight streaming through half-open curtains. My body felt luminous. New-born. Nothing hurt.
I felt dreamy and fresh. I dozed with a smile on my face until I heard footsteps in the hallway. My eyes shot open as a spurt of adrenaline jerked my body. Fear. It was automatic. Like a body memory from my past, separate from my brain.
Malin walked in. He had on loose, drawstring pants and an unfastened, sapphire blue pajama shirt.
“You’re awake.” He quickly came to my side. His hand caressed a lock of hair back from my forehead.
I raised myself up on my elbows. “Yes. Just a few minutes ago.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “How do you feel?”
“Really great. Fantastic.”
“No more cramps?”
“No more heat. I feel like I’ve been pampered and spoiled and pleasured through and through.” A blush warmed my cheeks. “There’s no pain at all.”
“You’ll tell me if there is.” It wasn’t a question.
I nodded and whispered, “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you for trusting me. Letting me help.”
I waited for him to say more. Hoping. I knew he’d enjoyed himself. He had confessed so much to me over the last two days but I still wasn’t completely convinced his words weren’t those of an alpha hypnotized by an omega in heat.
“You did help.” I smiled.
His hand still lingered in my hair. I turned my face into his palm just as he took it away. A sting of tears flashed against my eyelids when he did that. “Does this mean you want me to go back to my own room now?”
“What?”
“To my own bed?”
He frowned. “I think it was when I was sucking you all the way to the root, squirming naked on my soft sheets, that you told me you loved my bed. It was right before you screamed and came in my mouth.”
My cheeks were on fire now. He spoke explicitly but somehow it wasn’t crude. It turned me on.
I let out a whoosh of air and said, “I did say that. I meant it.”
“Huh.” He glanced from the headboard to the foot of the bed. “I think it’s big enough for both of us. Especially since I also remember telling you I wanted to claim you. Don’t you think I did that?”
“I—I—”
“Because if you don’t think so, we can work on it some more.”
All the heavy uncertainty I’d been feeling vanished. The final test of trust was if he still wanted me outside my heat.
“I think you did claim me.” My voice sounded small. “But I’d like to work on it some more?”
He leaned down, a shifty smile on his face, and kissed me softly on the mouth. When he pulled away, there was a light in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. He said, “Any time.”
I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
“There you go already wanting more,” he said.
A new sort of boldness ran through my veins. “I can never get enough of you.”
“Well, you have a choice. We can explore that now or later. I’m only saying later because I got us a fantastic takeout spread waiting for us to devour downstairs.”
That was the timely moment my stomach made a loud growl. I pressed my hand against it and said, “I’m starved.”
“Get up, then. Look.” He pointed to the foot of the bed. “I brought your robe for you.”
I pushed the covers all the way down, appreciating the longing looks he gave me as I walked around the bed to grab my robe.
He made me feel special. He didn’t have to say anything more about enjoying my heat as much as I had.
I knew it from that look. And I trusted that he wanted me by his side and in his bed every single night from now on.
A current of understanding flickered between us.
I wasn’t sure what it was yet, but I wished hard that it might be the beginnings of a bond.
In the dining room, Malin had set out a banquet buffet, all still steaming hot, of all different foods to choose from.
He had already set out two plates. There was pizza, a whole baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and a huge salad.
There was a tray of fresh fruit and another of spaghetti with meatballs.
There were burgers and hot dogs. A basket of fresh hot rolls.
And two different pies next to a can of whipped cream in a bowl of ice.
“There’s ice cream in the freezer, too,” he said as he watched me moan and groan over it all.
It was almost better than sex to see all this food. I was famished. “There’s enough for a week of meals here.”
“Whatever we don’t want we’ll save for later,” Malin replied.
I began filling up my plate. If he kept this up, Malin was going to force me to have to buy a whole new wardrobe to accommodate my new size.
We took our plates into the game room to eat on the couch. Malin sat beside me so our bodies touched. He flicked on the TV. I didn’t care what it was. It only mattered that we were together.
I started out strong, inhaling my food and going back for seconds. I started to slow down when I realized I might not have room for dessert. I wanted that pie with whipped cream. I needed it.
Later, in the afterglow of our huge meal, we lay together sprawled on the couch nearly unable to move.
As we rested in the glow of TV light, Malin put his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him, huge feelings welling in my chest that I could barely contain.
Malin turned and kissed me, then cupped my face. “Almost completely healed,” he said.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“I’ve blocked him on every platform. I’ll never have anything to do with him again.”
He was referring to Bish. I pressed into his shoulder.
“Did you ever like, you know, receive?”
“Hmm? Oh, you’re asking about my past sexcapades. Not willing to start confessing much about that.”
“But you know what I’m asking? Did you?”
He cleared his throat. “Definitely.”
So, he knew what it could feel like. Not as an omega, but as a man. Which intrigued me even though I didn’t want to ever be a top. “That’s not going to happen with me,” I said. “Is that okay?”
“I prefer you as you are.”
When I didn’t respond, he squeezed me tighter. “I’m a top and you are my preference.”
I couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across my face.
Three days later, I surveyed the black and red bedroom, empty now of my things. It was luxurious, an awesome room, but Malin’s was the best. We’d just finished moving the last of my things into his closet.
Even though I wasn’t in heat now, he made love to me every day and every night.
My favorite thing for foreplay was when he fingered me wide open while he sucked my cock.
I would always have a double orgasm before he ever penetrated me.
His mouth was perfect, so wet and hot when he sucked me, and his fingers created a throbbing vibration deep inside so when I came it was double the explosion, making me rigid with passion.
When I was left damp and boneless and gaping, he’d fuck me right into the mattress. I’d curve my legs around his waist and encourage him to go faster. I felt my insides squeeze against his hard shaft. Once, he called my ass his little milking machine and we both laughed.
Nothing was embarrassing with him. I could tell him every detail of what I felt, how our sex filled me up and exactly why and how, and he would listen and respond and play with me however I wanted.
There were many baths. Many blowjobs. And many tender moments of kissing until we were both so hard we came at the first touch. There were no reprimands. In his eyes, I never did anything wrong. Our bond and our trust grew.
From one day to the next, I realized I was feeling him nearby even when he was downstairs and I was upstairs. In my mind, a fiery flower bloomed. It wasn’t visual but experienced with other senses. I felt him like he was a part of me.
My mind hummed with this new sort of ecstasy. It wasn’t intrusive. It was natural, like arms wide open to accept an embrace.
I walked up behind him in the game room and put my arms around him.
“You feel it, then,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Is it all right? Do you want it?” he asked.
I pinched his side. “How can you ask me that? It’s more than all right. It’s wonderful. Isn’t it?”
He turned in my arms, hands now holding my face. “It’s a mate bond. Something I never thought I’d experience.”
“Are you glad it’s forming?”
He kissed my forehead. “More than you can ever know.”