Zak let out a laugh and smirked back. "Guess I'll do it more often, then."
The idea thrilled me. But it also reminded me of what I'd said to him earlier. Back when we argued upon first arriving on the island, I'd told him I never wanted to see him again after we finished rescuing Nautilus. Guilt gnawed at me. In hindsight, I hadn't meant it.
To distract myself, I ran my hands down Zak's sides, revelling in his soft skin and taut muscles. "I didn't mean what I said when we were fighting."
"Which time?" Zak asked, sounding distracted. His eyes were shut.
My fingers dug into his hips possessively. "When I said I never wanted to see you again."
"Oh. That." Zak opened his eyes and gave me a small smile. "I figured you were just upset."
"I was." My hips thrusted. "I still shouldn't have said it." Deeper. "I don't... want that."
Zak never looked away from my eyes as I fucked him slowly. "Whatdoyou want, Kamari?"
"You," I said automatically. My cock was almost fully inside of him. "I want you, Zakariel."
He shivered, either from the use of his full name or my cock pounding him or both. I loved seeing him so raw and open beneath me, like he was baring his entire soul. My heart clenched with affection.
How did this happen? How could I fall so hard for an alpha?
I didn't know, but more surprisingly, I found that I didn't care anymore.
I buried myself in him all the way to the balls. He let out a pleasured cry. Sweat poured off his flushed skin. I grabbed his hips harder, feeling the bone beneath in a way that felt deeply intimate.
"Fuck me," Zak breathed.
I fucked him. Pleasure electrified my every nerve. Sex had never felt so fucking good. Every time I slammed into Zak, my vision grew hazier with lust. All I saw was him. All I felt and smelled was him.
One of my hands grabbed Zak's cock and began pumping it, making him whine with need. He'd been hard this whole time but never asked me for attention so I was giving it to him now with full force. I wanted him to feel as incredible as I did.
Zak's dick twitched in my grip. He must've been close. I was, too. The pleasure ramped up, fast and hot and intense, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Fuck," Zak said, his voice hoarse. "Fuck!"
I reared back, then slammed into him. My balls slapped his skin loudly. I did it again and again, still giving him a furious hand job. Zak moaned. The sound of his pleasure filled the air.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned him in a growl.
"Do it," Zak said desperately, nearly begging. "Fill me."
"Fuck!"
I roared as the final wave of pleasure crashed into me. It was frantic, frenzied; far stronger than the first orgasm. My vision whited out as my body convulsed. My nails dug into Zak's hip as I unleashed my load inside of him, seemingly unending. Zak wasn't far behind; I felt his own orgasm hit as his tight muscles clenched down on me, milking every last drop out of my cock. He let out a choked cry as he came, shooting thick, white stripes against his stomach and my hand.
The cloud of pleasure I was floating on refused to drop me. The aftershocks went on and on until finally I could breathe again. I gasped for air and caught myself before I collapsed right on top of Zak, who looked utterly wiped.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Zak smiled then broke into a breathless laugh. "Yeah. Dumb question."
I tried to scowl playfully at him but I couldn't even do that. The flood of post-cum hormones made me way too happy.
I pulled out of him gingerly, careful not to move too fast since we were both sensitive. I winced at the cum that poured out of Zak. Did I really have that much in me?
"Damn, that's hot," Zak mumbled, staring at it with unabashed amusement. "You definitely would've knocked me up if I was an omega."
I blushed furiously. "Shut up before I get turned on again."
