This cannot be happening, losing my focus, letting myself sink into physical pleasure, and that was never meant to be mine.
It’s like having two personalities shouting over each other, arguing, clashing.
It’s splitting my head open. My duty to Senu versus my own dreams.
One voice in the back of my head is screaming: why not?You’re human like anyone else, Salt! You have the right to live, the right to love, the right to dream.
And then the other voice cuts in:
But Senu was never given that right.
It was taken from him. He never fell in love, never knew what it meant.
I drop onto the grass and punch the ground, tearing up fistfuls of grass and tossing them into the air like an idiot, just to get it out of my system. I’m pissed at everything. The world, fate, myself, my own body for screwing me over.
Finally I break into a wild sprint downhill, burning it out through speed, pushing harder and harder, nearly stumbling, but it… helps. A kind of euphoria takes over, a frenzy, something close to madness.
I run faster and faster until I finally reach the unit, my heart galloping like a mustang. I lean against its wall, cooling my burning forehead, then swipe my card and slip in through the back entrance, heading straight for the shower because I am sticky with sweat.
Unsurprisingly, the streams of water do little to calm me down. My pulse is still rising like a high tide, refusing to be tamed. The constant feeling of turbulent arousal and wetness in my passage is annoying me so much.
With my brows furrowed, I step out of the bathroom completely naked and lock my eyes on Eliano.
My body hums relentlessly with energy that neither the fresh air nor the water did anything to cool the heat pooling low in my gut.
My hole’s clenches are intensifying rhythmically, making slick leak down my inner thighs, which is simply embarrassing.
Fuck, I can’t take this anymore, I lost the battle, it’s official. My body has turned against me, demanding naughty things. My breath comes in short, frustrated huffs as I pad toward the bed.
He’s sprawled out on the mattress in that effortless, masculine glory that’s like a slap to the ass.
Eliano.
His broad chest rises and falls with even breaths. The sheets are tangled around his hips, leaving his upper body bare, those defined muscles cut by years of training, his skin golden creamy in the dim light. His face is relaxed, lips slightly parted, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, that perfect jawline… Dammit, he’s so fucking handsome it hurts.
I stand there for a moment, just watching him, my heart thudding hard. He has this rugged, exciting beauty that turns my brain to jelly, and my cock twitches.
But why lie? It’s more than just that now. It’s the way he makes me feel, safe and wild all at once.
Eliano stirs then, his golden eyes fluttering open, reflecting the light like molten brass as his head turns lazily toward me.
But my gaze purposefully drifts lower, and that’s when I see it, the unmistakable tent, his morning wood straining against the blanket. It’s so fucking thick and prominent that the sight sends a fresh gush of slick from my hole, leaving my ass crack even more damp. I bite my lip, a low whine slipping out as I imagine what it would feel like to finally give in to this ache.
Again, the sound isn’t something I recognize, and it’s absolutely involuntary.
Just like yesterday, Eliano reacts to it, though not as strongly, raising his eyebrows and smirking.
What unlocked in me? Betas aren’t exactly known for that, we can only simulate the basic ones.
Eliano answers with a sound that makes me freeze because… wow.
Somehow my brain just gets it. Like it’s hardwired into my genetic code. So I made the ‘Appreciation’ sound and he answered with the same one. How weird. That’s not something betas and alphas do between each other. It’s an alpha-omega thing.
Feeling way too omega right now, I can’t stop myself. I move closer and climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping a bit as I sit on the edge. My hand shakes a little when I reach out. My fingers brush the bulge, careful at first, sensing the heat bleeding through the blanket, the hard shape twitching under my touch. I trace it slowly, my own erection throbbing against my stomach as I lean in.
He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me with that smug little smile, eyes warm, almost entertained, while I keep rubbing him through the fabric. My cheeks go bright red. The way he looks at me, like he’s sooo into it too, turns the embarrassment into some almost sweet feeling.
"Wanna ride me?" he murmurs, his voice rough a bit, oh, so deep and inviting, like he’s offering something natural, almost casual.
