My hand flew to his hair and eased him off. Castor blinked, silently wondering why I'd stopped him. His lips glistened with saliva and pre-cum, which only made me harder.
I sat upright, my face close to Castor's.
"I want—" I bit my lip. "I need to be inside you."
Castor's eyes widened. A flicker of excitement flashed across them. His hands flew to his pants, hurrying to get them out of the way. My skin was electric with want. Every brush of Castor's skin made me tingle.
When he was free, his hard cock rested against his hairy thigh. My eyes traced the length of it, taking it all in. He was thick and large for an omega, and the sight of his cock made my mouth water.
Then my gaze roamed lower to where his hole glistened. Castor was leaking and his entrance twitched with the same desperate need that gripped me.
"Need you," I whined. I reached for him, but Castor smirked and held me back with a firm hand. "What are you doing?"
"You're being a greedy boy," he said, chuckling. "Allow me."
I frowned, growing petulant with impatience. Iwasbeing greedy but I couldn't help myself. The rush of hormones was turning my brain to soup. I sat with my arms crossed as Castor sat on his knees and pressed a finger to his own wet hole. He shivered and let out a small moan that made my cock throb.
Okay, now he was just being mean.
"Lie back," Castor instructed.
I listened without hesitation. My skin felt too hot against the cold floor. My whole body thrummed with desire, and the seconds it took Castor to position himself on top of me felt like an eternity.
"Hold your cock up for me," Castor said.
I nodded and gripped it, lining it up with his entrance. I could already feel the heat of it radiating against the tip of my sensitive flesh.
Castor eased himself down so slowly I could've screamed. It felt good, so fucking good, but it wasn't enough. I needed more and I needed it faster.
As if reading my mind, Castor said, "Hold on." I glared in response, which only amused him. "Young alphas can never be patient, can you?"
I was about to prove his point by grumbling impatiently when Castor wriggled his hips and pushed down on my cock. The pleasure that exploded through my body was unreal. I cried out, arching my back and thrusting my hips out of instinct.
"Good," Castor murmured.
I clenched my teeth. His praise was the cherry on top of the pleasure. It felt so good that he liked me, that he wanted me.
It felt so good to be fated.
Castor took my hands and put them on his waist. "Hold on. I'm going to ride you."
I nodded weakly. I was too deep in the pool of pleasure to think clearly. All I could do was dig my fingers into Castor's waist as he lifted himself up and dropped back down. I moaned as his tight, wet hole sucked me in. He went slowly at first, then began speeding up. I watched the powerful muscles in his thighs work as he rode my cock. We were both perspiring. It smelled like sweat and sex, and the sweet combination of alpha and omega musks.
I felt like I was losing my mind. The lust consumed my brain and body. All I wanted to do was bury my cock deep inside Castor and empty myself until there was nothing left. I wanted to fill him. I wanted to impregnate him.
The sudden idea took me off guard. Impregnate...? Where did that come from?
I opened my eyes and looked at Castor. I imagined how beautiful he would look with his belly swollen, carrying my child. I liked it. A lot.
Castor was the one riding my cock raw. He wasn't one to jump into things without knowing exactly what he wanted. Did he realize he could get pregnant from this?
Did hewantto?
"Castor," I said, gasping for breath.
He paused riding me. He was panting and sweating hard. "Yes?"
Since my brain was so clouded with lust, I had to concentrate to string my words together. "If we keep going, you could get pregnant."
