My racing heart leapt to my throat and stuck there like a lump that refused to be swallowed down. As Edgar loomed over me, floating in the air while he stroked my face, I felt dazed.
I shakily reached for him. When my hand landed on his unreal skin, I gasped. It was slightly cool to the touch with some give to it, like placing my palm on the surface of water without breaking through. Edgar smiled, liking my reciprocation. Feeling encouraged by this, I caressed his face the same way he did to me. Edgar shut his eyes and hummed. I was stunned by my own power. It had never occurred to me that I could make a handsome alpha feel good.
I wanted to kiss him, but Edgar was quicker. Without sparing a second longer, he leaned in and pressed our lips together—cool against warm, the contrast was beautiful.
I lost myself instantly. I moaned against his mouth. When my lips parted, Edgar used this to his advantage. He slipped his tongue inside and kissed me deeper. His dominating wet tongue made me shiver with pleasure.
I went limp, like a rag doll, slumping against Edgar's translucent body. But he didn't let me fall. Edgar caught me with his firm hands. I was safe with him.
As Edgar kissed me, my arousal flared like a firework. My cock was fully hard. It throbbed, craving attention. Almost like he could read my mind, Edgar's free hand snaked down between my thighs and stroked my erection through my pants. I let out an embarrassing squeak. Edgar chuckled.
“My dearest Mel is so cute,” he said.
Every time I thought I couldn't blush any harder, Edgar did or said something to make me do so.
Edgar gently lowered me to the bed. When I was horizontal, I felt dazed with lust. Was this really happening? Was Edgar the alpha phantasmreallykissing me and touching my cock? The hot pleasure was too vivid to be a dream. If Edgar wasn't currently capturing my mouth, I could've laughed myself silly from the relief and happiness swirling inside me.
When my cock was hard enough to rip through my pants, Edgar stopped teasing me. He didn't miss a beat—he deftly undid my jeans and shoved them down to my thighs, allowing him room to fondle my sensitive flesh. I moaned wantonly. My brain felt fuzzy. I couldn't think except to crave more of Edgar.
The amazing sensation of his cool hand on my burning skin made me twitch in pleasure. I tossed and turned in bed, my toes curling, my hair damp and sticking to my forehead from sweat. I mumbled and groaned Edgar's name in various tones like a mantra.
“Mel,” Edgar murmured as he kissed down my neck. “You're so beautiful when you writhe.”
I could've came when he said that.
My balls ached, and my cock felt amazing in his hand, but it wasn't enough. My body felt empty. It needed something.
Him.
I threw my arms around him like a koala clutching for life on a branch. “Can't take it anymore,” I whined. “Need you inside me.”
Edgar let out a sexy growl. “Is that right?”
“Please,” I begged.
With one final kiss to my neck, Edgar floated upright. I watched him curiously, wondering what would happen next. I'd never been intimate with a phantasm, after all.
He didn't need to strip—like magic, his clothes dissolved like mist and disappeared, leaving Edgar naked.
And hard.
My gaze locked on his impressive cock. For a translucent supernatural entity, he was surprisingly well-endowed.
Without realizing I was doing it, I licked my lips. Heat burned up my body. Not only was I hard, but I was wet, too. I felt slick omega fluid trickling out of my hole and staining the sheets. I felt wild with arousal. I needed Edgar to stuff me full of his cock—now.
“Please,” was all I managed to say.
Edgar understood the rest. He kissed my lips while lifting my legs to gain better access to my ass. As Edgar folded me, I shivered as my erection brushed against my belly. Then I moaned as the head of his cock pressed coolly against my hot entrance.
“I want to make love to you, Mel,” Edgar said.
My heart felt full, like a flower in full bloom. “I want that, too.”
Slowly, Edgar pushed inside. I gasped as his full cock stretched me, filling me. Pleasure exploded across my skin. I never realized how empty I felt until now.
“Fuck... more,” I begged.
Edgar placed his hands on my hips to hold me steady, then slammed his hips forward. The bed creaked loudly and the headboard knocked into the wall.
