I had to grip the edge of the cabinet above me as Quincy took my cock out and rubbed his face up and down its length before drawing it into his mouth. He was definitely in heat for real. His gag reflex was gone, and he bobbed on me, taking me deeper and deeper, to the point where I was sure he couldn’t breathe.
My omega was sacrificing himself for my pleasure. The alpha in me roared with satisfaction, eclipsing the last of my rational thoughts. I let go of the cabinet and grabbed handfuls of Quincy’s pink and purple hair so I had the purchase I needed to fuck his throat.
It felt so good. So incredibly right. His lip ring drove me wild as it rubbed the underside of my cock. No omega had ever made me feel like that before. I started to come right away, deeply pleased with the feeling of emptying my balls down my omega’s throat. I was giving him what he needed, providing for him, and causing us both so much pleasure as I did.
That wasn’t enough. Even though Quincy hummed between swallows, making sounds of bliss, it wasn’t enough.
As soon as my balls were empty, and I could already feel them swelling again as I staggered back and flopped to sit on the bed, Quincy launched himself up and into my arms.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, a glistening, pearly drop at the corner of his mouth. “I need your knot. I need it to make the pain stop.”
Those words hit me and skated right off the part of my brain that wanted to grab hold of them and know what they meant. I needed to knot this enigmatic omega as much as he wanted me in him.
I scrambled back over the bed, taking him with me. The point was to reach for the drawer on the wall beside the edge of the bed to see if it contained spermicide, but what I actually accomplished was spreading myself out like a feast for Quincy. He tore at my suit jacket and shirt, getting them off me as fast as he could, then licked a long, wet stripe up my belly and chest once he had me bared to him.
I moaned with the sweet pleasure of it all. It wasn’t the same dynamic as when we’d played in the lodge suite, but Quincy was still running the show.
And I loved it.
With the last shreds of my control as Quincy yanked and tugged to get my trousers all the way off, I reached for the bedside drawer. Blessedly, there were a few bottles of spermicide in there.
Relief that I could let go and give my omega what he needed during his heat spurred me to take charge. Quincy gladly let me as I grabbed him and hauled him around until he was flat on his back under me.
“Yes, alpha!” he gasped. “Give me everything I need.”
I growled and surged down for a possessive kiss. The entire weekend was supposed to be about pretending, right? I wanted to pretend that Quincy was really mine, that I’d courted and won the tattooed and pierced omega with bright hair. I’d given my family and society the finger and claimed exactly the right omega for me, the one I wanted.
It was like I was possessed by the alpha I wanted to be instead of the one I was as I pulled down the covers so Quincy and I could get between them—it was cold, after all—and pulled his legs up and to the side, opening him wide.
“You’re going to take it all,” I said as I popped open the bottle of spermicide and squirted what I hoped was enough on my hand. “I’m going to fill you up.”
Quincy panted and squirmed as I pushed the gel into him. His face was contorted, either in pleasure or pain, as I worked to give him pleasure as well as protection. I worried that something was wrong with him for about three seconds before rut took over and I moved so that I could thrust into him.
It was bliss, pure and simple. Quincy’s small, lithe body accepted mine so willingly, and he cried out with pleasure as I thrust deeper and deeper into him. In no time, I was hitting against the closed mouth of his womb. My alpha wanted to force his way in and fill Quincy’s womb with my seed.
I wanted more than that. I wanted to taste the sweet fruit that I’d only ever heard about. I could feel Quincy inside and around me more than I’d ever connected with any omega before. My alpha reached for him, wanting to take, mate, claim. He was mine, and no other alpha would ever?—
I hit something just as my knot swelled and my orgasm made conscious thought impossible. It was like an invisible barrier that hurt to smash against. It was like the closed entrance to his womb times a thousand. My inner alpha roared in protest, but the rest of me, particularly my spasming, pleasure-flooded body, couldn’t make any sense of it.
The sensation faded away as my orgasm subsided. I was exhausted, and all I wanted to do was collapse with my knot still inside my omega and cuddle with him, giving him as many aftershock orgasms as I could.
“That was amazing,” I rumbled, tugging the thick bedcovers over us to seal us in a perfect cocoon of heat and intimacy. “You’re amazing.”
Sleep rushed over me faster than I wanted it to. Before I gave in to it entirely, I could have sworn Quincy was sobbing.
CHAPTER SIX
Quincy
Emotionally unstable.
Prone to irresponsible behavior.
Decreased self-regulation.
Erratic thoughts.
Lack of boundaries.
