Again.
And again.
His pleasure and mine marry and multiply. Growing and growing with each thrust he delivers until it’s bigger than me. Bigger than him. Until it’s not him or me anymore: it’sus.
Branson’s biceps are engaged, rippling and glistening in the mirror. So is his core. He’s a hard, molten God. A sex God. An alpha. My alpha. His hand curls lazily around my chest, seeking a nipple and finding it. He squeezes it firmly, rolling it between his fingers until I whine loudly. Then his hand travels downward.
My aching cock spills a hopeful ribbon of precum.
He takes me in his hand, and it’s not like other times he’s touched my dick. This time, he holds me possessively. Like I’m his. His omega. His hole to use as he sees fit.
I’m on the edge, my orgasm thundering through my veins, swelling and raring to crack me open, when Branson’s voice washes over me. It’s his deep voice. The one I hear in the base of my skull, in the marrow of my bones. “I’ll happily use you, omega of mine.”
I shiver from head to toe as Branson’s alpha voice flows through me.
“I will. I’ll use this body, this pretty, tight little hole over and over. I’ll use it to make myself feel good. To get myself off.” I watch his reflection as he speaks, mouth hanging open. My entire body shudders, harder this time. “I’ll let you serve me like this…” He leans down and kisses my neck. “But here’s the thing, Lucy… I’ll serve you too. I’ll serve you, my omega, in every way that matters. For the rest of your life, you’ll want for nothing, d’you hear me?” I nod, my head loose on its hinges. “You will fear no one. You’ll fear nothing becausenothingandno onewill harm you as long as I live.”
I come with an earth-shattering cry. A cry from before. Before this lifetime, and before the one before that. A cry from before I was human. A cry from when I was wild, through and through.
Branson slows, fucking me leisurely until he’s wrung every ounce of my pleasure, and then some, out of me. The bond hears my frenzied cries of pleasure and shoots a rainbow of pastel pinks from me to him. From him to me. It goes on until I’m floating in a soft cotton-candy cloud, and the only reason I’m still on my feet is because Branson has his arms around me and he’s holding me up.
When my orgasm finally recedes, Branson has pulled me back toward him. I’m standing with my back against his chest, my head lolling to the side as I hungrily gulp big lungfuls of his intoxicating scent.
Inked skin gradually comes into focus. Facial hair, an Adam’s apple, and a slight, sexy indent in his neck.
I look at it for a while, blinking to clear the fog.
The more I look at it, the more it calls to me.
Hmm. I wonder what it would feel like for him if I licked it.
Or sucked it.
Or bit it.
I press myself up onto my toes and turn my head a little more. I curl an arm around the back of Branson’s neck and hold him in place as I plant the lightest of kisses on his mark. Branson’s moan makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I’ve never heard the sound he’s making before, but I recognize it. It’s from the time before him. It’s from the deep, inner part of him that’s wild. The part of him that can’t be tamed.
I kiss his mark again, harder and with tongue.
What happens next surprises me. It shocks me completely. I always thought only omegas could come so hard they scream, but I was wrong about that.
Turns out, with the right persuasion, alphas scream too.
27
Lucien
“So,whatdoyouthink of Jensen’s big news?” Branson asks.
We’re home in bed, after being out for most of the day. We went for lunch at Branson’s parents’ place and saw Jensen there. It was nice. A nice, normal day, where everyone was getting along and having a good time. Things were going well—that is, things were going well until Jensen tapped a fork to his wine glass, got to his feet, and formally announced that he’s moving to England.
He wasn’t joking either. He was dead serious. He’s got himself a lovely job restoring antique books. In fucking England.
Apparently, he got his visa approved yesterday, and he’s bought a plane ticket and new luggage to boot. I was so shocked that I didn’t take in the rest of the details, butnow that I’m home and the dust has settled, I can’t help thinking it all sounds dodgy as hell.
“I think it’s insane,” I reply. “Don’t you?”
Branson shrugs and nuzzles his face into my neck. A flicker of consternation buzzes through the bond from his side. “I’m not sure. It’s a big move, and I hate to see him go, but I don’t know… Maybe it’ll be good for him.”
