He took a few steps back and sprawled on them with one hand behind his head and the other caressing his chest. He was so effortlessly gorgeous.
I pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. As I was straddling him, a realization hit me: if I changed my mind now, I wouldn’t be in pain or die like I would if I were in heat, nor would I be punished for disobedience like Dryden used to do whenever I hesitated to serve him or his friends. I could walk away at any moment without consequences. Yet, the only thing I wanted wasto have the Alpha underneath me make me scream in pleasure in this barn.
“Are you good, baby?” Rhys caressed my thighs on both sides of his hips. He used that moniker when he was concerned, when we weren’t playing kinky roles, but when his gentle soul came out.
“Better than ever.” I stroked his cock, spreading pre-cum over the head, pressing on the slit with my finger.
Rhys sucked in air. “I won’t last long like this. It’s been a week.”
“Good. I want you hot and fast.” I could edge him, play with him until he begged me to let him come. He’d enjoy it, and so would I. But right now, I wanted him inside me too much to wait any longer. Reaching behind, I stretched my hole, fingering myself until I could fit three digits. My body recovered well, but my ass had been trained to accept Rhys.
“I’m jealous of your fingers.” Rhys was gripping the hay on the sides, licking his lips, looking needy, but not making a move I hadn’t asked for. His restraint was the stuff of legends.
“Don’t be.” Even aroused, I wasn’t nearly as wet as at any point during heat. But enough to let Rhys’s cock into me on a steady glide. We moaned together, and I dug my knees into the hay underneath him, rocking back and forth. He filled me so well, feeling so much bigger than before since my body wasn’t as receptive to a thick cock like his as it had been over the past week.
I grabbed his chin with an intense thought of kissing him, but I didn’t. Soft kisses meant more than fucking, more than even gentle sex like this. A meeting of lips was a promise neither of us could make.
The look of fiery intensity on Rhys’s face sent pure pleasure spiraling inside me. He was lost in pleasure, his gaze roaming over me as if he was committing the picture to memory, as ifhe suspected that we might not get more carefree times like this ever again.
I braced my hands on his pecs and rode him harder, snapping my hips, chasing my release. I stroked my cock with short movements, ready to shoot.
“Come inside me, Rhys.”
He did, shuddering under me as his knot stretched me. The pressure sent me over the edge, and I shot into my free palm, catching as much as I could. Some spilled onto Rhys’s chest between my fingers.
I was trembling, the pleasure still coursing through me when Rhys parted lis lips in a pleading gesture. With a smile, I dripped my cum from my hand into his mouth.
Rhys drank it, then wrapped his large hand around my wrist to hold my palm to his face and lick it clean, greedily flicking his tongue and sucking my fingers.
He then gathered whatever spunk was on his chest and fed himself like a man starved.
I remained seated on him with his knot locked inside me, tracing circles over his tanned skin. I stopped at the round scar on his shoulder.
“You were hurt. What happened?”
“A drug bust gone wrong. I was shot here and stabbed in the thigh.” He shrugged. “Dangers of the job. Some smaller scars are from falling off a horse or play-fighting when I was a teen. Young Alphas being stupid. I’m not proud of that.” Rhys grimaced.
I slid my fingers down and over the raised lines. “What about the ones on your ribs?” They looked like stab wounds, but the round ones were cigarette burns. I’ve seen them on omegas hired for manual labor.
“Training exercises.” He looked at the ceiling and shook his head. “With my father. He was making sure I get tough from an early age.”
“Oh… How old were you when that started?”
“Six.”
I’d been naive enough to think all Alphas had easy lives. “I’m sorry.”
Rhys reached for my hand and clasped it over his heart with both of his. “Don’t get angry, but if I paid your parents or Dryden, maybe they’d leave you alone.”
Way to trap me in a conversation when I was stuck on his dick for another ten minutes at least. “You’ll be throwing away thousands.”
“It’s just money. And you’d be safe.”
I barked out a cynical laugh. “You’re well-off, but not that rich.”
“I don’t care. I’ll sell the land.” He was serious.
“No.”
