9. Cas #3
My response is an incoherent whine when he continues to rub me there.
Sparks of lightning run through my entire body, and I screw my eyes shut so hard I’m seeing stars.
My cock is leaking precum, the bed getting soaked under me, and my balls draw up tight.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” I chant brokenly as Kato lets up for a second.
“Cas, I want you to come for me,” he says. “You can do it. Let go, and then I can give you the dildo, okay? You’re loose, but I don’t want to hurt your tight, virgin hole.”
My entire body feels like it’s aflame at his words.
Virgin. Will I be one after my heat? Kato might be sticking to the dildo for now, but will that last if his rut hits?
The other alphas lost their control at the scent of my heat, so I can’t be certain it isn’t affecting Kato too.
It did, earlier. He’s regained some composure. For now. Who knows how long it’ll last.
Nathan had been the same, as far as my memory serves.
In and out of control, his wolf eyes flashing every time he looked at me.
The intensity of his gaze wasn’t simple attraction—it was rut, and not a normal one.
Even the thought of it has my toes curling, my desire building, my orgasm within reach.
And then Kato reaches between my legs, grasping hold of my cock. Working in tandem with his fingers, he jerks me. “Come for me, Cas,” he coaxes. “Be a good boy and come.”
It’s the command that does it. I shatter under him, coming with a cry that’s more wolf than man.
My teeth grow in my mouth and my claws come out, scratching at the sheets as I attempt to hold onto reality.
I must black out for several seconds, as awareness only returns when I feel something far larger than Kato’s fingers press against my hole.
The dildo. Kato leaves it poised at my entrance, so I push back, back, back, needing it. The ribbons tied to the headboard stop me in my tracks, holding me in place.
“The cock, alpha,” I beg. “Please.”
“Yes,” Kato hisses as he pushes it inside. Despite its size it fits nicely, plugging me up. I’ve never felt such perfect fullness before, never knew how amazing it would be. I was made for this, after all.
Kato keeps going, whispering words of encouragement that I barely hear over the pounding of my heart. It’s only when I feel silicone teasing my rim that I remember the thick knot at the base. My eyes roll back in my head when I think about how many inches are inside me right now.
“Ready for this?” Kato asks.
Is anyone ever ready for their first knot? Fake it might be, but I had a good look at the round, fat silicone bulb, and it feels even larger pressed to my hole.
Kato leans over me, his free hand grasping my hair to pull my head back. His grip isn’t hard, but it stings enough that I can focus on him rather than the fire burning in my belly. I meet his eyes, which are flashing the yellow-amber of his wolf.
“Cas, are you ready for this?” he asks again.
I blink. “Yes, alpha.”
“Ask for it.”
“The—the knot,” I stammer out, my tongue thick in my mouth. “Please give me the knot, alpha.”
He smirks. “Good omega. Ask and you shall receive.”
Letting go of my hair, he shuffles back and I brace myself.
“Relax, little ghost,” he says. Easy for him to say, when he’s not the one whose hole is currently being stretched wider than I thought possible. “This will make the ache go away.”
I let out a high-pitched squeak that turns into a moan as my hole greedily swallows the knot.
If I thought I was full before, it has nothing on the all-consuming feeling of it inside me, or how it presses unerringly against my sensitive prostate.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up at once, and I open my mouth in a silent scream as I come again, unable to hold back.
This time I come to with a gentle pat on my face. My eyes blur open and I see a worried Kato staring down at me. “Shit, you passed out,” he says, his voice reaching my ears as if spoken underwater.
I make some sort of affirmative noise then close my eyes again, letting my body sink into the mattress. The sheets are wet, yet Nathan’s all I smell on them. I hope he’s on his way.
The dildo is still stuck in my arse and my wrists are still tied with the ribbons, but the worst of the need has receded.
For now, at least.
“I should probably remove the dildo,” Kato says some indeterminate time later. I’d been dozing, drifting in and out after he untied my wrists, but his words have me suddenly hyper-aware of the thick silicone still stuffed deep in my arse.
I peer at Kato out of slitted eyes, my face half smooshed into the pillow.
He’s lying close to me, head on the other.
It’s like I’m truly seeing him for the first time.
The way his hair falls like a curtain around his face, framing it perfectly, his high cheekbones stark and beautiful.
How his hazel eyes, fathomless yet warm, are accentuated with long eyelashes so thick they look like he’s wearing eyeliner.
And, finally, how his veins pulse in his long, exposed neck.
I want to bite him. The urge hits me with an intensity that has me reeling. It’s not something I’ve felt before. Not as a beta. Not as an omega.