“My perfect king.” He slammed into me even harder, making me cry out in pleasure. His hips shot forward again and again as Gus moved with the rhythm I craved, hitting my womb without penetrating it, simply teasing it, making my toes curl from the light touch.
“Harder!” I demanded. “I need all of you!”
He roared as he came, his eyes on me as he filled me one last time. I joined him, my dick erupting between us, as my orgasm surged through me.
Gus leaned down and licked my nipples. I moaned, feeling every suck as if it were connected to my womb. His head resurfaced, and to my surprise and delight, he kissed me, letting me taste the sweetness of my lovers’ milk. We both moaned and lost ourselves in the kiss, enjoying this last moment between us before I would reject his touch. It would come; it always did after heats. I just hoped Gus wouldn’t take it personally.
“Please, my little omega, can I bathe you one last time?” His eyes looked so vulnerable as he searched my face. “Please?”
I sounded way too emotional as I replied, “Anything for you, my alpha.”
We didn’t speak as he washed me in the tub, both of us savoring this moment of peace where the outside world didn’t exist. As much as I wanted to remain in this bubble of happiness with Gus, I was still the king. I simply couldn’t stay here for all eternity, even if I really wanted to.
My skin was sensitive, and I knew come morning that I wouldn’t want anyone to touch me. Sighing deeply, I sat on the bed and faced a nervous-looking Gus.
“I have to warn you,” I began, knowing he likely hadn’t been told what to do once the heat ended. “I will soon hate being touched. It will feel unbearable. It’s common for all omegas after their heat, and it has nothing to do with you at all. I’d just hate for you to feel like I’m rejectingyou. That is not what is happening at all, you understand?”
Gus nodded, but his shoulders were slumped, and he refused to look me in the eye.
“Gus,” I pleaded, and that made him look up, his eyes sad when they met mine. “It will only be temporary. Soon I will long for your touch again. I promise. This is just a natural reaction after an intense heat. Please, just be patient with me. Can you do that?”
“Always,” he agreed, a wistful smile on his lips. I hated that he hadn’t added the ‘little omega,’ but maybe that had just beenheat talk. I blushed as I recalled the words and promises that had spilled from my own lips in the throes of passion. Would Gus remember them when all this was over? I knew I would for the rest of my life.
When we were both in bed, exhausted and sated, I snuggled up against him, reveling in his touch while I still could, then closed my eyes and hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I fell asleep in Gus’ arms.
The morning had been the worst one I’d ever had. Gus and I had barely opened our eyes before my advisors had knocked on my door to inquire if my heat was over. When I’d confirmed it was, they’d insisted I get back to work. My touch aversion had fully kicked in, and because of that, I hadn’t kissed Gus goodbye before we parted ways.
“I think it’s safe to assume the breeding went as we hoped, Your Majesty?” Brennan’s grating tone had me grinding my teeth.
“It did,” I informed them. I had my four advisors’ full attention as we held our little ‘you’ve been bred, and now we need to hear about it’ meeting.
Nicolai clapped his hands with glee. “Then we’ll have him sent back to where he came from as soon as our meeting is over, Your Majesty.”
My whole body tensed up at the thought of them sending Gus home, but I kept my feelings locked away as I casually spoke. “Gus will remain here until I am certain that I’m with child. I will not seek another alpha if this heat was not successful.”
“But, Your Majesty,” Jerold objected.
“No,” I cut him off, my voice firm. “I will only have him breed me and no one else. Is that understood?”
They all nodded.
“But why him, Your Majesty? Surely if the breeding has failed, another alpha will be more likely to succeed instead?” Clive tried.
“You said it yourselves, did you not? Gus is the perfect alpha for the job, and he did it well, too, might I add.” Before they could get all flustered when they were the ones asking for details, I stood from my chair. “That will be all. I have many things I need to catch up on from my absence.”
They rose quickly and bowed. Not another word was spoken, and I was glad for it. My body was itchy and tense to the point where I would be ready to fire someone if they dared question my need for Gus’ presence here.
I walked down the hallway and hoped to find Elias in my study. It was as much his space as it was mine, and I lucked out, because on the couch was Elias, napping with a book resting on his huge belly.
Laughing, I closed the door behind me, careful not to startle him, then I sat down and looked over the paperwork that had accumulated over the past week.
After half an hour, I was on the verge of screaming. I felt so itchy and tired, I had to read the same sentence again and again. My head was throbbing. Elias whimpered in his sleep, and through the fogginess in my brain, I swore I could smell something…sweet?
An ear-piercing whine had my head snapping to my right, and I found Elias grimacing, one hand over his stomach like he was in pain.
“Elias!” I hurried over to kneel by his side, unsure if he was in labor.
“He’s coming,” Elias panted. “Fuck, it hurts!”
