On an impulse I don’t understand, I place my hand on the back of Salt’s neck, pressing on his glands.
His reaction is instant. A low sound of submission spills from his throat, and his hips begin to push back.
It’s an ancient gesture alphas once routinely used to sexually dominate omegas, now considered unacceptable and backward. I turn him with my left hand, never removing the right from his neck. My fingers settle firmly against his neck glands, applying a pressure that intensifies the submissive response.
The thing is, I never thought this could work on betas too!
I wasn’t even planning on having sex now, it was just my animalistic reflex, so this is an unexpected result.
I’m about to step back and let him go, but suddenly Salt lets out another sound, and this time it’s pure, beautiful AO language, meaning an ‘Invitation’.
A clear welcome to intercourse.
Wow. So he’s on board!
How odd. And the sound is so perfect! Before, I firmly believed that betas weren’t able to make 90% of AO sounds. This one is especially high in the vocal range. But Salt proves me wrong. Over the last two days, he’s produced a few differentsounds, and they have become ever more smooth and correct with each day.
Sooo, I’m not about to refuse. Obviously!
I nudge him forward. He bends, bracing his hands on the bed, pushing his ass back toward me. I undo his pants with one hand. I feel him reach back, a condom already in his palm. I shove his pants down, they stop at his thighs. A single tap of my foot against his ankle makes him spread his legs wider.
I part his cheeks with my fingers, taking in the sight of his pink entrance.
"Such a good, submissive beta you are. Wet, heat-y, begging for my dick…"
"Asshole," Salt mutters, sulky but amused. "Just put it in."
"Ass hole for sure, nice and open for me."
The next moment I press the head of my cock against his blossoming opening.
One hard thrust, and Salt lets out a loud gasp.
"You like taking it, don’t you…" I murmur, pausing just long enough to savor the view of his slim back, narrow waist, and the perfect curve of his ass, along with that stretched, pink ring. "And you do it perfectly, baby…" I add, because that’s exactly how it feels.
"Pound me hard," Salt blurts out, his voice breaking. I feel his channel ripple and clench around me, and it pulls me under too. With one hand still on his neck and the other gripping his waist, I start fucking him.
And damn, it feels incredible.
Bam, bam, bam!
My arousal spikes like a barometer before a storm, a red haze creeping in. I realize I’m about to come, way too quickly, damn it, this is too good. I find his hard cock beneath his stomach and, yes, we’re completely in sync. He’s hard, leaking precum, and just as close.
Bam, bam, bam!
Maybe a minute later, I explode like a supernova, and he follows me. We climax together, at the exact same moment.
Now I understand what aquickiereally is.
Did it even take more than two minutes? I doubt it. But there’s something about it, that fast release of tension, and Fate knows there was a lot of it built up after everything with Drax.
Now, just like that, we let it out. My tension drops sharply, and my head clears.
I pull back from him, stripping off the condom. He straightens up and pulls his pants back on. I toss the condom, rinse my hands, and grab my phone.
"And now it’s time to deal with the door issue," I say calmly as I unlock the screen.
Salt looks at me, eyes slightly narrowed, his face flushed and lightly damp with sweat.
