Chapter Eleven
Paul
When I started drifting back to earth, I had no idea how much time had passed after I’d come in Sylas’s arms with a strangled scream as every nerve in my body exploded, leaving the neurons in my brain little more than a melted mass of gray matter.
“You okay?” Sylas was out of breath, but still managed to sound amused as he gathered me into his arms and rolled over to his side, pulling my sticky, sweaty body against his.
“Mlbmph,” I agreed, sucking in deep breaths as every pulse point in my body pounded, the sound of the blood rushing in my ears almost deafening.
“Good,” Sylas gave a satisfied sigh and buried his face in my neck. “Christ, I didn’t think it was possible for you to smell any better, but you do.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but all I could manage was a yawn. For some reason, that made Sylas chuckle.
“Go to sleep, Tiger,” he suggested, his deep voice rumbling through his chest under my ear. “I’ve got you.”
When I woke up, the western sky outside the window was streaked with orange, pink, and red and I was absolutely starving. My stomach growled loudly and next to me, Sylas laughed.
“I guess it’s a good thing I already ordered food.” He leaned over to brush his lips over mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Good, I think.” I rolled over onto my back and winced at the slight ache in my ass. Heat rose in my cheeks. “Um, maybe a little embarrassed.”
“Oh, no,” Sylas said firmly, rolling over on top of me and holding my eyes with his own. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I managed a strained smile as I remembered squirming under Sylas’s hard body, begging for more. “Okay.”
“I’m serious, Paul,” Sylas said softly. “You were perfect, enticing and responsive. There was nothing wrong with anything we did, okay?”
Distracted by the way my body was reacting to being pinned beneath the sexy Alpha, I nodded and tried to will away my erection. “Okay.”
“Mm,” Sylas’s eyes took on a wicked glint as he felt me hardening against him. He rolled his hips, making me gasp. “So incredibly enticing.”
My groan was equal parts need and embarrassment that fled when a large, cool hand slid between us and wrapped around my dick, jacking it lightly.
“You’re too sore for a full encore,” Sylas mused with a wink, “but I think I have the matter well in hand.”
I couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Yeah, I think you do, but you really don’t have to.” When Sylas stilled his hand, I tried to clarify. “It’s just, I know you didn’t want to have sex with me to begin with. I, um, don’t want you to do anything with me just because you’re too nice to say no.”
Sylas barked out a laugh, his fingers reflexively tightening on my dick when he did. I moaned and thrust into his grip, unable to stop myself.
“You think I’m taking pity on you?” Silas shook his head. “Tiger, I meant what I told you before. Making love to a young, gorgeous Omega is hardly a chore.” He released my dick and slid his hand beneath me to cup my butt, sliding one finger into stroke over my sensitive pucker. “And believe me when I tell you that this tight little hole is every man’s dream. I don’t remember the last time I was that turned on or came so hard.”
Sylas slid his finger through my still-soft entrance and pressed lightly on that spot that made me see stars, making me whine and buck my hips. “Look at that response,” he murmured, his eyes devouring my naked body as I shamelessly humped his hand. “You’re amazing, Tiger. If you weren’t sore, I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside your heat and make us both come over and over.”
Between his perfectly dirty words and the wicked fingers playing inside me, I was already on the verge of another orgasm and Sylas seem to be well aware. He straddled my thighs and wrapped us both in his large hands, the copious amounts of precum dribbling from my slit easing the friction as he thrust up, dragging his erection against mine. He leaned down to claim my mouth, swallowing my moans as I rocked up into his grip.
“That’s right,” Sylas sighed into my mouth. “Come for me, Tiger. Blow that hot, sticky cum all over your Alpha’s cock.” He thrust again and my balls began to tighten against my body.
“I’m..” I tried to gasp out a warning, but my release spurted out between us before the words formed, spattering us both and tipping Sylas over the edge.
He gave one long guttural groan as his cock pulsed between us, spraying thick white cream over my stomach and chest and coating my still throbbing dick before he collapsed down on top of me and rolled over, carrying me with him.
“Oh, Jesus, Paul,” Sylas muttered in my ear when the feel of his cum running down my body had my dick already twitching for round three. “You’re gonna kill me and I can’t think of a better way to go.”
Chapter Twelve
Sylas
We were about an hour over the border separating Texas and New Mexico when Paul’s voice pulled me out of my silent contemplation.
