“Linus,” Saint roared, grabbing my hip with one hand and my rigid dick with the other.
That totally tipped me over the edge. I started coming, soaking his hand with my cum as my body heated and seemed to blossom with him inside me. He could get so much deeperand hit against the mouth of my womb so much harder with me on top. I loved the sensation of his head hammering against my womb, knocking, demanding, forcing.
And then it happened. With a cry so intense I couldn’t even vocalize it anymore, the mouth of my womb gave way and Saint pushed all the way inside me. I think he called out, too, but everything flashed into blinding, all-consuming pleasure as my womb clamped around him and my body began to milk him for every last drop of seed he had.
His knot swelled, locking us together doubly. His body had mine trapped, but my womb made it impossible for him to escape as well. I swear, I felt every spurt of his cum inside me, felt my womb engorged with it. The pleasure took over my entire body, making every cell sizzle and every sinew shudder with orgasm.
I would have said that I left my body for a second, but it was exactly the opposite. I’d never been more fully in my body before, and Saint was there with me. It was like our bodies were one body, our souls were one soul. If I hadn’t prepped with spermicide, I was one hundred percent certain I would have conceived right then and there.
The breeding orgasm went on for so long time didn’t matter anymore. I was lost in it until the sparkly edges of my consciousness began to return. When they did, I realized I’d fallen forward at some point. Saint was still knotted in me and he had his arms around me. I could still feel his cockhead trapped inside my womb, and every once in a while, he jerked, like he was having an aftershock orgasm. I had one every time he did, which was brilliant, as far as I was concerned.
“I didn’t think alphas had aftershock orgasms,” I said as I started to catch my breath.
“Neither did I,” Saint replied.
I froze. I hadn’t actually spoken aloud, and neither had Saint. I’d just thought that about alpha aftershock orgasms, and Saint hadn’t spoken his reply either.
I held my breath for a moment and felt around me, if that was the right way to put it. It was more like reaching out with my awareness to test the space around me. I was hyper-aware of Saint. I could feel the heat of his body, smell his sandalwood scent, and even taste his sweat on my lips from where I had my face pressed against his neck and shoulder. But it was more than that. Much more.
I wasawareof Saint. Incredibly aware. I knew he was tense, gobsmacked. It wasn’t just his hands that I felt on my body as we lay together, panting and coming back into ourselves. I felt his satisfaction and his worry. I knew how much he liked me and how hot he’d thought the sex was, but I could also feel jagged angles of emotion and unhealed scars of fear deep, deep within him. I reached out mentally to touch him, and he flinched away.
“Saint?” I asked aloud, muscling myself up so I could look down at him for real. Saint’s eyes were wide, and his tight, possessive grip on me turned just a bit clinging and desperate. I knew what it was at once, too. “Saint,” I repeated his name, a smile flirting with the corners of my mouth. “I think we just bonded.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Saint
I’d heard the expression “I didn’t know what hit me” an infinite number of times in my life, but I hadn’t known what it really meant until I was lying splayed on my back while Linus furiously impaled himself on my cock over and over.
I’d always been the top, always been the dominant one. I needed that control and prided myself on exercising it masterfully. But something snapped, or maybe connected, in my brain as my omega thoroughly had his way with me. No Dark Fantasies Club scene had ever come close.
I was exponentially stronger than my omega, but I was completely at his mercy as he used me to pleasure himself. He was attuned to my pleasure as well, though, which was clear in the way he met and held my gaze as he took me deeper and deeper.
And then came the breeding orgasm.
I couldn’t breathe for a second. I could only jerk my hips as my knot formed, my balls burst, and my cockhead was suckedinside Linus’s womb for the single greatest physical experience of my life. It was almost like I’d shoved my cock into a light socket, but instead of pain, I felt electrifying pleasure and completeness.
So much completeness. For a few, glorious seconds, it was like everything was finally right with the world and I knew I would be okay for the rest of eternity.
And then Linus sagged over me as our shared breeding orgasm faded. I rolled him so we lay on our sides facing each other, enjoying a fantastic series of shared aftershock orgasms. I’d never had aftershock orgasms before. I thought only omegas could have them. But there they were, making my entire body feel like it was filled with lightning.
And then he touched me. Not my skin, not the part of me that lay exhausted and sweating and still knotted in him. He reached with some sort of inner force, stroking an intangible part of me that sang at his caress. It was like a shadow version of the fierce omega in my arms existed inside me, inside my soul.
I knew what it was and flinched before I could stop myself. No. No, I wasn’t ready for this at all. I was broken. I would never be ready for it.
“Saint?” Linus said, my name a vulnerable question on his red and swollen lips. “Saint, I think we just bonded.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt frozen. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t even form thoughts to answer him. I could only feel my omega. Really, really feel him.
Linus was so good and pure. That came through with shining light. Linus’s soul was beautiful. He was kind and tender. He loved people, especially children, and he wanted to make the world a better place. They were all vague sensations, like truths you couldn’t put into words, but they were there.
And here I was, a scarred, struggling alpha who couldn’t move past twenty-year-old memories and who hid his fears behind dominance play.
“Yeah, we have,” I managed to answer at last.
The stirring, infant hope I felt from my omega shrank, and he lay down beside me again, trapped in an embrace because of my knot but knowing I didn’t really feel it. We’d bonded. He knew what I was feeling.
“It’s okay, baby,” I said, pulling him closer and stroking his back and arm. I reached for the blanket to pull it over both of us and continued to cuddle him like he deserved. “I’m just shocked. Don’t take it too personally.”
