“There’s more,” Saint went on, rocking slightly, like he was trying to both increase his pleasure and make sure I didn’t cut off my air. “The brother, Lucas, is involved in a smuggling operation. He’s playing go-between with two groups, one based at sea and one on land somewhere. We’re at the family’s beach house about an hour south of Barrington. I’ll text you the address once we’re done here. There’s a van filled with designer or counterfeit handbags out in the drive, and Lucas is expecting a handoff of some endangered baby turtles.” He paused again, then said, “Yeah, I know.”
I faded out a little as Saint went quiet, listening to whatever his brother was saying. My main focus was slicking up the cock in my mouth and throat as much as I could in preparation for having it push deep into my channel as soon as possible. I wanted to milk at least one orgasm’s worth of cum out of Saint first, though. I needed it so badly I couldn’t think.
“And bring an extra ESA kit for me,” Saint said, earning my attention again. “I think I’m going to need all the spermicide I can get for this beautiful omega.”
Tears stung at my eyes again as I glanced up, up, up at Saint. He thought I was beautiful?
“Shit, Fenn, I’ve got to go,” Saint growled, caressing the side of my face as I gazed adoringly up at him, my mouth stretched around his girth. “Get up here as fast as you can with the kit or else you’ll be an uncle by morning.”
Yes! Another burst of slick poured from my hole. That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted this amazing, huge, heroic alpha to split me open and breed me. I wanted him to overpower me and use me for his pleasure in whatever way he wanted. I was his, his vessel, his plaything, his babymaker.
Whoa. I pulled back with a gasp, letting Saint’s cock pop out of my mouth. Was that why omegas wanted to do something as terrifying as pretending to be kidnapped and auctioned off? I didn’t know Saint at all, not really, but the urge within me to let him ravish me and breed me was so huge it left me shaking.
“Linus, are you alright?” Saint asked, caressing my face with both hands. His mighty cock stuck straight out from his sagging trousers, like it was demanding to be sucked again.
The emotions swirling in me were beyond anything I was prepared for. I knew it made me weak, but I burst into tears and sobbed, “I want you. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I want you to use me hard and put a baby in me, like you really did buy me.”
I didn’t think my words made sense, but Saint reacted like they did. “It’s okay, baby,” he said, scooping me up and holding me against him. I instinctively wrapped my whole body around him. I was so small compared to him, but the need I felt was even larger than his muscular frame. “That’s just heat talking. I’ll take care of it. We’ll take care of it together.”
I nodded, but my tears wouldn’t stop. Was there such a thing as tears of lust?
Saint headed for the stairs, holding me tightly and breathing heavily. He was as hot as I was, and his scent was overpowering. I swore I could feel his cock bouncing against my backside as he took the stairs two at a time.
“Which one is yours?” he asked gruffly once we made it to the upstairs hall.
I raised my head from where I’d buried my face against his neck and pointed to one of the twin doors at the end of the hall. Saint nodded once and carried me that way.
Just as we reached the door, a loud, long moan sounded from Lucas’s room across the hall from mine. “Yes, Daddy, yes!” he shouted, like he was with an alpha and not just his Heat Lightning kit. “Give it to me hard! Right there, right there!”
I was mortified on so many levels I’d lost count, but Lucas’s shouting only made Saint growl. I felt him tip over the edge, and when he hurried into my room, slamming the door behind him, I knew I was in for the pounding of my life.
I was a little surprised that my room was made up. Papa didn’t always make up everyone’s beds after he and Dad had spent some time at the house. They hadn’t been up to Barrington for two months, so my room could have been a complete mess.
Not that I would have cared if all there was in the room was a bare mattress.
The second Saint moved to put me down, I slipped all the way to my knees in front of him and reached for his cock again. This time, I tugged his trousers and underwear all the way down to his knees before grasping his cock and stuffing it into my mouth. I made a sound of satisfaction and gripped his hips hard as I bobbed on him, sucking and swallowing to get what I needed.
It was so wildly out of character for me. I was a mild-mannered, dull teacher. I wore colorful sweaters and was sometimes mistaken for a student at the school because of my height. I was boring even to my fellow teachers, but here I was, feasting on a strange alpha’s cock like my life depended on it.
The moment went so far beyond just me. Saint grabbed my head in both hands and took over our movements, thrusting his cock as deep into my throat as it would go. It was heavenly, and I let my hands drop from his thighs to work open the fastenings ofmy trousers. I pushed them down so my thin, omega cock could spring free, and the slick that had been building up in me gushed like a popped water balloon.
“Fuck!” Saint gasped, thrusting even harder. Freeing my ass must have heightened my scent.
Within seconds, his cum filled my mouth, and it was all I could do to swallow fast enough to get it all down. It tasted and felt so good that my eyes rolled back in my head and I just reveled in it. I was certain I’d started coming, but my whole body was alive with pleasure, so one thing disappeared into another.
Omegas needed alpha cum in them and on them while they were in heat. Saint seemed to know that instinctively. He pulled out of my mouth before his orgasm was done and rubbed the last of it out over my face. What would have been completely humiliating if I hadn’t been in heat was absolutely divine now. I closed my eyes and basked in the liquid hitting me, sticking out my tongue to lap it up.
“Beautiful,” Saint growled in a strangled voice.
I smiled, so, so pleased I’d made my alpha happy.
A second later, I lost my smile as Saint rocked back. The loss of contact between us was devastating, and I opened my eyes to plead with him for more.
I was in luck. He’d stepped back to remove his jacket, then quickly went to work on the rest of his clothes. He was undressing so he could fuck me in earnest for the rest of the heat wave.
I was all for it. I pushed myself to my feet, nearly falling over, what with the way my trousers and underwear were already around my thighs. I was ridiculously clumsy as I tore at my shirt and kicked at my trousers as I tried to get naked. I wanted to be naked and spread and presented to my alpha more than I wanted to breathe.
I finished undressing about five seconds before Saint did. Without a second of hesitation, I lunged toward the bed, clambering onto it and dropping straight into mating position, knees spread, hips tilted up, shoulders and cheek pressed to the bed. So much slick poured out of me, making my ass and hole a juicy, delicious treat for any alpha, that I would probably need to drink a lake when this was done to replenish my fluids.
