8. The Accident #2
I had done the same thing to other male omegas or betas before, but it was the first time experiencing this firsthand.
I hadn’t been sure a male alpha could ever feel this way, too.
Hot, white light completely blinded my mind as pleasure crashed into me like a rogue wave.
I didn’t want to make that soft, saccharine noise, but I couldn’t help myself; the sensation was just too intense.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers entirely.
It felt like I was suddenly thrown into a basin of ice, even though most of my body was submerged in warm, steamy water, and the emptiness was horrible.
I whimpered, almost begging him to do it again, but the last strand of my dignity forced me to keep my mouth shut.
He grabbed my ankles and hoisted my legs up, pulling them over his shoulders. My body was folded in half, trapped between him and the marble stairs, and my most vulnerable parts were exposed, waiting to be conquered. I felt him pressed against me, and I knew this was the point of no return.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice rumbling with lust, yet so tender that it melted something within me.
I nodded.
I was really doing this, letting another alpha take me like an omega. If word got out, my honour, my reputation, my life ... all would be ruined. I would be shunned and ridiculed for the rest of my life.
So why didn’t I want it to stop?
No one would find out, I thought. There were no other people nearby, and Damien would not tell anyone because it wouldn’t look good for him, too. An alpha lying with another alpha was frowned upon in both the North and the South. He wouldn’t want to jeopardize his own position in court.
My chaotic thoughts were shattered when he advanced. I cried out, feeling him plow his way through me with formidable determination.
“Ah! Slow ... please, slow down ...” I pleaded, whimpering piteously, forgetting all about my pride. It was useless now.
Damien tried to go slow. I could tell he was holding back from the way he grunted.
But it was still so overwhelming. “Shh, just a little more, I’m almost there.
” He crooned, scattered a few kisses on my eyelids and my nose, then sniffed my neck.
My scent seemed to fire him up even more, and with a final jolt, he bottomed out.
It was more painful than I had expected. Alphas were not made to take other alphas, after all. I think I spilled some tears, but maybe it was just bathhouse water dripping down my face.
But then, for a while, he just held me there, exhaled as though it were the most exquisite thing he had experienced. His long arms surrounded my folded body, and his strong chest pressed my thighs against my chest. The tightness of his embrace and the intensity of his scent greatly soothed me.
“You are so warm!” He moaned. “I’m about to melt!”
“Why do you have to be so fucking big!” I snarled menacingly, though it wasn’t very effective when I was held down like that.
“Um … thank you?” He chuckled, slightly out of breath.
The discomfort dulled after a few moments, and I was getting used to him. He patiently waited until I stopped shaking, holding me tight all the while.
Then, he withdrew halfway, only to return with full force, setting a fire within me.
For a moment, I felt that my eyeballs must have rolled to the back of my head, and my toes were all curled up. The pleasure was so intense that no language could have described it. I had never felt anything remotely close to this; all my other sex experiences paled in comparison.
His cadence was precise and steady, each thrust was so powerful and relentless, holding nothing back, rendering me into a sobbing mess.
I had never felt so vulnerable and entirely under another’s mercy, yet still felt so safe, and right, as though this was what I had always been missing, but I didn’t know I needed it until now.
The tension built between us, pushing me higher and higher into the heaven of pleasure.
His rhythm grew frantic. Our heavy breaths mixed with the sound of the bathwater splashing was making me worried that it would attract the attention of servants or other bathers.
But the worry was soon pushed away when he kissed me again, deep and surprisingly tender.
When he finally pushed me over the edge, my mind was swallowed by ineffable pleasure. I cried out in exquisite euphoria, and I didn’t know what hidden instinct, or desire, took over my senses, making me bare my left neck, offering my scent gland.
Damien accepted the offer without hesitation. He sank his fangs deep into my neck. Meanwhile, he shuddered against me, reaching the blessed land himself.
I probably lost consciousness from the intense sensation for a few minutes. But when I came to, I was in Damien’s arms, our limbs still tangled under water. His scent surrounded me, dark, dangerous, exquisite, and I bathed in it without compunction. For a few minutes, it was perfect.
But then, as the heat of passion gradually wore off, a chilling thought suddenly intruded into my sluggish mind, echoing the burning pain on my scent gland.
Had I just invited Damien to fucking mark me?