It’s relentless. A match that sets me on fire but doesn’t turn me to ash. A blistering heat that won’t burn out.
It’s morning, and I should be exhausted, but I’m not. I feel different today than I did yesterday, strangely fresh and focused. Yesterday was an onslaught. A shock. Until yesterday, my partners had always been omegas or betas. I’d never taken an alpha cock in my ass, not even the tip.
Yesterday was a reaction. Today is different. Today is proactive. Yesterday, Branson fucked me, and I loved it. I wanted it, and I begged for it. I rejoiced in it. Yesterday, Branson came because it’s a side effect of fucking a dick into a hole.
Today is going to be different.
Today, I’m going to ride him. I’m going tomakehim come. It won’t be a side effect or a byproduct of a damnthing. It’ll be me using my body against him. Me making sure he understands that there’s no omega in the world like me. No better hole for his big alpha cock.
Today, it’ll be me making him mine.
Wait. What?
Making him mine? What the hell?
Who talks like that?
Ah. It’s the heat. Heat talks like that. It’s the heat talking, not me. I have heat brain. That’s what’s happened. It’s to be expected. Alphas aren’t the only ones who get possessive when hormones run wild. Omegas are known to guard their mates just as fiercely when they have heat in their bones. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s completely normal.
It’ll go away as soon as my heat passes.
15
Lucien
IlowermyselfontoBranson, letting gravity join us as flames lap lazily at my insides. I hiss as he fills me, the stretch sudden and perfect. I rock my hips smoothly back and forth, tightening my hand around the base of my cock as he starts thrusting up hard.
Twin pleasures mingle—dick and ass. Ass and dick. My dick in my hand. His dick in my ass. His thick, pulsing alpha meat cleaves me open, tunneling into me and hollowing me out.
He looks up at me as we fuck, honeyed eyes glowing and glazed. Even on his back, he looks like a picture of power. Raw power. Sinew and bone and hard places. Muscle that clenches and bulges. Virility and testosterone oozing from his pores.
This isn’t heat brain, by the way. It’s real. Branson is powerful. He’s strong. So strong that he couldsnap me in half if he wanted to. It wouldn’t even be hard for him. It was something I feared before, but now, far from scaring me, it turns me on in ways I’m not sure make sense.
If they do, I can’t explain them.
As I ride him, he gasps and pants beneath me, biting his lip to stop the garbled sounds that threaten. He groans when I clench my ass and growls loudly when I grind against him. Every sound I coax out of him spurs me on. It makes me hornier and wilder. Stronger in ways I didn’t know I was strong to begin with.
He lets me have him like that for most of the day and into the night. When I collapse into his arms around midnight, I’m exhausted, a cum-drunk, quivering mess that can barely see straight.
He can tell because he extricates himself from my body and places a heavy hand on my back and says, “Sleep, Lucy.”
“Wanna, but don’t wanna.” My speech is slurred and slow, and I sound nothing at all like myself. “Still need you.”
The hand on my back travels upward, not stopping until it’s in my hair. He tugs twice and then scrapes his fingernails gently over my scalp.
I’m looking at him, into his eyes, but my vision is hazy. Heat-addled and fuzzy. He’s still handsome though. Evenwith blurred edges, he’s a riot of color. Inked skin and thick hair. White teeth and solid mass. “Tired…but so horny,” I mumble. “Need to keep fucking, alpha. Can’t stop. I’ll die if I stop.”
He strokes my hair again, clenching his fingers into a fist and pulling at the hair at the base of my neck. My spine vibrates in response.
“How about this?” His voice is deep and musical. A broken baritone hum that sends tiny pulses through me. “You sleep, little omega, and I’ll keep my hand on you. When I feel your skin heat, I’ll put my dick in you and fuck you so gently that you won’t even wake up.”
“Will I still come?”
His eyes crease at the corners and his lips quirk, taking my breath away. It makes him look sweet. It makes him look kind. More than anything, it makes him look like he’s fond of the thing he’s looking at.
“Yes, baby. You’ll come your brains out, and you’ll wake up tomorrow leaking thick ropes of my seed.”
Fuck, that sounds nice.
