I’m a slave to it.
The thought shocks me.A slave to it? What the hell?I’m an alpha. I’ve never been a slave to anything or anyone.
I need to be careful. Really careful.
To distract myself, I slow my pace and trail one hand up and down Lucien’s flat chest, watching with gratification as his back arches into my touch. I love it. Love seeing him like this. Love making him feel good.
Love being close to him.
Want to be closer.
Want to be closer.
Have to be closer.
I take a sharp breath and pull out of him completely as I try to collect myself.Jesus. What’s happening to me?
He bucks and struggles as his gaping hole frantically clenches on nothing. I hum to soothe him and enter him again quickly, using a different angle and a shallower thrust this time. I hold the base of my cock firmly in one hand, keeping my wits about me as I hit his gland with surgical precision. It works. His eyes fly open and every muscle in his body contracts.
“Oh, fucking, fuck!” he yells, clawing wildly at the bedsheets. “Fuck me, that feels good.”
I do it again.
And again.
I do it until he’s stopped thrashing, until he’s frozen in a mask of searing pleasure. He’s close. I can feel it. I need to get him there fast, so I can catch my breath and regroup. I reach down and stroke my fingers lightly up the seam of his balls. He whines, eyes flashing in consternation as I approach his little cock. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.
“I know I can’t touch your dick,” I say quietly. “I know you aren’t ready for that, but I can do this.” I stroke his balls again, watching as they pull achingly tight against hisbody. His dick is weeping. Skin pulled tight and dark red. I do it again, using my fingernails to graze sensitive skin as lightly as humanly possible.
His entire body starts trembling.
He’s looking at me when he comes. His eyes go wide and unfocused for several seconds before rolling back. His hole convulses, spasming around me as he sprays a thick load of cream all over his chest.
My own orgasm finds me, rendering me weightless for a beat before slamming into me like a freight train. Tension I’ve carried for years solidifies and turns to stone. A hard, solid sculpture of me levitates, brittle and heavy, before shattering into pieces.
I roar like an animal as I splinter.
I fall heavily onto Lucien, gasping and panting as I wait for the pieces of me to find their way back to each other. When I regain use of my arms and legs, I try to push myself off him, but he stops me, capturing me by circling his legs around my waist. He holds me where I am as I soften. His eyes search mine. For what? I don’t know.
He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t move for a long time. When he does, it’s to raise two fingers to my lips. He traces the bottom one and then the seam between them. I part them and show him my tongue. I’m not sure why I do it, but he smiles lazily at it all the same. Then he dipshis fingers into my mouth, thoughtfully, swirling them around, getting them good and wet before withdrawing them.
He looks at them thoughtfully. Fingertips wet, shiny with my saliva.
His hand moves slowly, shaky but sure, as he puts them in his mouth. He smiles around them and moans softly as he tastes me. Things inside me collapse in on themselves.
13
Branson
“Comeon,”Isay,pulling him up by the hand in a businesslike way.
I think it’s important to remind myself of my role here. I’m the alpha to Lucien’s omega. Yes, it’s my job to fuck his brains out, but it’s also my job to take charge of him. He’s not himself right now, and I must take care of him. Physical care of Lucien, not just his hole. I need to keep him hydrated, change the sheets, get him bathed and showered, and things like that.
And I need to do all of those things in a non-predatory way.
That’s my job. And while I’ve had a brief blip, where I seem to have forgotten my responsibilities, I’m going to do better, starting right now.
“Ugh.” He makes a face and tries to make himself heavy. “Do I reallyhave to?”
