I closed my eyes, wondering at the swirling colors that exploded in my mind as he stroked me. “I want more, Alpha,” I managed breathily. “I want… something.” It frustrated me that I didn’t know what it was I needed, not exactly. My fingers slipped around the waistband of my trousers, my brain buzzing.
“Goddess, you are stunning.” Altair pushed my trousers down and stared at my exposed flesh. He sat up, moving the discarded cloth so that it was under me, cushioning me from the gritty sand.
I let out a growl, suddenly angry he had stopped touching me before I could find my release.
“Let me taste you, Roya, please. Let me give you what you need.” His voice pulsed with desire and command. I growled again, and pushed his head down, the long, soft dark hair smooth on my skin.
Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving, his teeth nipping. He explored like he feared it would be his last chance to do so, feasting on me, lapping up the juices.
His thumb moved farther, back to the small rosebud, teasing at that puckered place. I froze, wondering how that could feel so good, yet so forbidden. My slick had seeped back there, and he pressed into me the tiniest bit, setting off strange electric shocks, a dark lightning that ran to my nipples and my clit.
“Later,” he breathed. Then his touch was where my body demanded it go, and I let out a long whine, shocking myself. One finger pressed into the place that had always been closed before. “Open for me, my treasure,” he whispered against my short curls, his breath moving over my clit, teasing me. His tongue flickered again and again at the bundle of nerves, each movement causing me to spiral higher. “Open here.”
I didn’t know how to do what he was asking, but my body did. As his mouth worked my clit, and his fingers stroked and teased below, I felt a gush of fluid begin to trickle faster from me.
The pressure on my closed entrance was insistent, on the edge of pain, but when his mouth closed around my swollen nub, sucking hard, the world began to explode in colors again. I let out a scream as the sky spun too fast to keep my eyes open, as pleasure became everything I knew. His finger entered me, filling my tight channel, and the scent of honeyed oranges filled the air.
It burned slightly as he pumped his digit in and out, but each painful thrust became another release, until there was too much pleasure for me to comprehend, and I pulled away and fell back to the sand, panting and laughing.
Altair’s smile was so smug that I laughed harder when I could sit up. “That was… Altair, that was amazing.”
“You’ve never…?” he asked.
I shook my head, then remembered. “Well, with Kavin, once.”
“Not Thorn?”
I rolled my eyes. “Not for lack of trying.” I let my glance slide to him, to the erection that was stretching the front of his trousers. “Can I… Can I return the favor?”
“You owe me nothing,” he said, his tone slightly offended.
“I didn’t mean that,” I said softly. “I meant… I’ve never actually...” I felt my face flame, and understanding washed over his own.
“Ah.” He turned his head to his shoulder to hide his reaction. “I would like that very much, but I don’t want you to touch me in any way that makes you feel uncomfortable. No one has touched me for years, save servants bathing me when I was too weak to do it myself. But I don’t expect—I know my body is not attractive.”
I didn’t let him finish, but reached for his trousers, and pulled them slowly down his legs. My cloak was underneath us both now, and for some reason I added his trousers to the discarded clothing, his and mine. My fingers moved over the collected fabric, twisting and pinching the edges into a more pleasing shape, a bowl of some sort… I stilled.
Was I making a nest? I shook away the ludicrous thought and focused on the man before me. His cheeks were stained a deep red. “You’re beautiful,” I said truthfully. “Your body, and your face, all of you.” He was so thin everywhere else, but his cock was thicker than I had imagined. I chewed at my lip, wondering where to start. He let his hand fall to the base, stroking slowly once, then again.
“You can’t do anything wrong, Roya,” he said. “I mean, don’t bite it?”
I pushed him down on his back. “Put your hands behind your head, please. I don’t want you to interfere.”
“Yes, my lady,” he snapped back, a broad smile covering his face. I let my naked body glide down over his as I made my way to the piece of him that most interested me at the moment.
The head was thick, dark pink, and weeping a little bit of fluid. I took the base in my hand this time, and repeated the movement he had made, eliciting a soft moan. At the very bottom of his cock, the flesh bulged out into what was called an Alpha’s knot, but the swelling there was smooth and firm to the touch. I had never seen one before—Alphas were not as rare as Omegas, but there weren’t many—and I let my hands cover the swollen flesh, feeling the give of the soft skin and the unyielding pressure of the knot itself. Goddess, that would hurt going in. Would it even fit? If his finger had felt like too much…
For some reason, a gush of fluid wet my lower lips again. Keeping my eyes on his, I reached down and scooped up some of that slick, and rubbed it over his knot, watching his cock jerk. His eyes flew wide. “Roya!”
“You like that?” He began to reach for me. “No. You have to keep your hands behind your head, or I’ll stop.”
He let out a growl and, faster than I could follow, snatched my wrists in his hands, and had me on my back on the cloak. One of his hands circled my throat, not so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, but just enough to show me he had control of me, of everything, even my breath.
“I am the Alpha, little Omega. If you’re not careful, I’ll teach you what it means to try and forcemeto obey.”
I felt a shiver of something akin to fear course through me. I knew he wasn’t threatening me, knew I had more power than him in so many ways, but deep down, I wanted to know what that would be like. To have him punish me for trying to dominate him. I struggled against the hand on my neck, as if I would push him away, and felt the pressure on my throat increase the tiniest amount.
“You like this, don’t you?” he purred, and my core spasmed. “You like the feeling of this.” His grip tightened gently, and I felt an answering squeeze in my core.
