“Are you sure?” I say again, this time through teeth that are clenched from the strain of what’s happening to my dick. “It’s now or never, Lucy. If I don’t pull out now, this second, I won’t be able to.”
“Give me everything you’ve got,” smiles the seraph.
My dick hears his voice, his words, and reacts. It hardens so profusely that the rest of my body feels cold and like it doesn’t belong to me. My dick throbs and boils, sensation churning at the base as my knot starts to form.
I don’t make a sound, and I don’t take a breath. I can’t. All I can do is watch Lucien’s face as it flicks through one expression after another. Curiosity creases his brow first, a distant interest that turns to wonderment as his sphincterregisters the change. There’s a moment of hesitation, breathy and unsure, where it looks like he’s uncertain if what he’s feeling is a product of his imagination or if it’s really happening. Then a sharp, stunned cry when he realizes it is. He pants softly, his chest rising and falling jerkily, and his hands ball the sheet beneath him as he struggles to keep still and let me swell inside him.
And I do. I swell so much that everything other than my knot becomes flimsy and surreal. A grainy scene I vaguely remember from a movie rather than my reality.
His eyes stretch as I swell, the whites around his irises becoming wider with each passing second. I’m more conscious of my existence in Lucien’s body than I am in my own. His jaw drops open, lips a perfect, prettyOthat’s frozen in place. His shock drags out for several seconds before changing into a scream that passes air over his larynx but doesn’t make any sound.
“You okay?” I grind out, with difficulty.
His jaw works, his eyes fixed on mine. “Full.” There’s a click as he swallows, and a soft rasp where his voice used to be. “So full.”
I stroke his face and kiss his cheeks. “I know, baby. Just a little bit more, okay?”
He nods and wails as the final stretch takes hold. His thighs shake uncontrollably when it’s done, when I’m knotted inside him, and his gaze becomes glazed and unseeing.
I keep as still as I possibly can, but the snug heat of his muscle clamped around my knot is torturous. Indescribable. It’s heavenly. It’s out of this world. It’s so deep and intense that my moans twist and find their way to the surface in the form of strangled sobs and long, wild howls.
Lucien quivers like a leaf beneath me. I feel his orgasm building as if it’s my own. Maybe it is because the pressure in my dick is unbelievable. Unsurvivable. I don’t know what he sees in my eyes, but when I look into his, I see the deepest part of him. An old, animalistic part that’s been stripped bare. I see a wild heart and a beautiful boy who was made for my knot.
I keep still for as long as I can, until Lucien’s face is bright red and he’s all but vibrating from what my knot is doing to him. I keep him there, on the cusp with me, for as long as I possibly can. I don’t move. I don’t thrust. I simply breathe.
I inhale him, again and again, his scent more potent with each slow drag.
When days have gone by, and lifetimes have been lived on the edge, I look down at Lucien and lick into his wide-open mouth. I feed him my tongue, lettinghim suck on it hungrily until his orgasm is so close to the surface that I can taste its sweetness on the tip.
I look at him and memorize every detail, every feature of his lovely face.
Then I flex my cock inside him.
That’s all it takes.
He comes hard. He comes catastrophically. He must because his orgasm bursts to life on the back of a hair-raising scream. His pleasure triggers mine, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. The world goes white, then red, then black. Lucien’s eyes stay open as he’s ravaged by pleasure. Mine do too. I watch as fireworks explode in his eyes. Tiny stars light up the dark and travel from his soul to mine. It hits again and again. Pure, boiling pleasure. Simmering ecstasy that gushes from my body into his.
The entire time, he claws at me, shrieking. Thrashing. Bucking his hips even though it means his plundered muscle tugs on my knot, forcing him open more as his hole convulses around me.
When he stills, I hold him in my arms, cradling him, kissing him gently. Then I flex again. And again. I flex when he breathes in. I flex when he exhales. When he screams. When he doesn’t scream.
Each time I do it, he comes again. Orgasm on top of orgasm, each one rolling over him with a force unlikeanything I’ve ever seen. His hole milks my cock eagerly each time it happens, forcing pleasure in and out of me. Drenching me in it. Drowning me in it, until the omega in my arms isn’t the only one coming his brains out.
I come until I’m lightheaded. Until I can’t see. Can’t hear. Can’t move, except to hold on to Lucien.
I don’t know how long it lasts. I lose all concept of time. I only know that at a certain point, I roll Lucien over, our bodies still joined, so he’s on top of me with my knot still lodged in his ass.
As I do it, he comes again and again, so I do too.
It’s one of those movements that keeps going even after it’s stopped. A gentle one-hundred-eighty-degree turn that feels like a somersault that doesn’t end. My vision gradually comes into focus, and I notice shards of golden light splintering around Lucien’s head like a halo. Like magic. Like a fairytale I didn’t think was true, but now I think it might be.
He is so lovely, so perfect, my eyes start to water.
“Beautiful omega.” I sound exactly like what I am. An alpha so whipped I can barely hold my own head up.
It makes him giggle.
The most beautiful boy in the world shakes in my arms, as a gentle, melodious laugh spills out of him and into me.
