“I needed to hear you sing,” I said, grinning like an idiot as we picked up our pace on our way to the RV.
“I’ll sing for you whenever you want me to,” Jack said. “I’ll sing you through your heat, if you’d like.”
I laughed out loud at that, but had to stop myself, since the urge to laugh hysterically and uncontrollably was almost too much.
“Later,” I said as we stepped up into the RV, then locked the door behind us. I tugged at the hem of his shirt as I backed him into the bedroom. “Right now, I need your cock in me to satisfy this insatiable hunger.”
“I can definitely do that,” Jack said in a low growl, pulling at my clothes as well.
On the way to the bedroom, we passed the table, where we’d both left our phones before heading into the audition. They hadn’t stopped ringing and pinging and buzzing all morning, and neither of us wanted to bother everyone trying to audition. Jack’s phone was ringing again now, and I caught a flash of “Dad” on the face-up screen.
“You want to answer that?” I asked breathlessly, fumbling with the fastenings of Jack’s trousers.
“No,” Jack answered definitively.
That was the end of that. We continued on to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. There were other clothes from earlier, not to mention a few dirty towels, scattered along the hallway leading to the bedroom. The bedroom itself had seenbetter days. Jack had made an attempt to tidy things up after each heat wave, but it would take a lot more than tucking the sheets back in and moving the bottle of spermicide to the side table to make the RV presentable.
“Fuck, I need you,” I gasped once I had Jack naked.
I dropped to my knees as the back of his legs bumped against the side of the bed and reached for his cock. Less than twenty-four hours, and already the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth was like home. I licked and sucked the tip for a moment, earning an appreciative rumble from Jack, before plunging on his length and taking him to the back of my throat.
It was sexy and heady and everything an omega in heat could desire. My body responded with relish to the way my throat stretched and my heart raced. My womb throbbed with the need to drink in his seed and make his baby.
But underneath all those hot-as-sin things, the gaping hole and the agony was already growing.
“I can’t—” Jack gasped, grabbing my hair, then proceeded to spill a load of cum down my throat.
I loved it. It felt so good. I swallowed it all, embracing the warm, comforting feeling of having his seed inside me.
My inner omega sobbed in desperation. He wanted Jack, too. He wanted Jack like he hadn’t wanted anything since?—
I pulled back, stifling a groan of misery and the tears that stung at my eyes. No. I was absolutely not going to let Chester ruin this amazing experience. The bastard was trapped forever in my thoughts anyhow, especially when I was in heat, but I refused to let him spoil the best thing I’d had since he’d destroyed me.
“More,” I gasped, rising shakily to my feet and pushing Jack back onto the bed.
I climbed over him, straddling his hips, but instead of impaling myself on his thick cock and riding him until the wavewas over, Jack grabbed me around the waist and flipped our positions.
“I’ll give you more, omega,” he said, a light of desire and fun in his eyes that had been growing steadily since we’d escaped Kincade Slopes.
Finally, as we’d always intended to do by signing up for the omega auction, Jack rolled me to my stomach and grabbed my hips to yank them up. I let out a soft cry as my body gave up entirely to whatever he wanted to do to me.
What he wanted to do was push my legs open and pry my cheeks apart so he could lick and lap at the slick dripping from me. He grabbed the bottle of spermicide, too, then spent a few, wild minutes teasing the gel into my hole and bringing me close to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting me take it.
He owned me. He was my alpha, and I was his to do whatever he wanted to do with me. For years, since the sever, I’d fought hard to keep control of myself and my body, even when I was in heat, by having the stuffing reamed out of me by some nameless alpha.
But this was Jack. This was the alpha who’d escaped with me, who’d embraced the freedom he’d never dared to take with me. This was a man with a voice like a god and a body like one, too.
Jack was everything I’d ever dreamed of in an alpha. He was everything I could never have. The pleasure of him filling me as he finally pushed his cock inside me and all the way up to hit repeatedly against the mouth of my womb was dazzling and terrible. I started coming, but it felt as though acid were pulsing through my body instead of light.
And then came the worst of it. As Jack let out the most sinful cry of orgasm, his knot swelling, the head of his cock punched through to my womb. His seed spilled into me, but instead of the ecstasy of a breeding orgasm, I felt like my soul was being smashed against a wall of glass bricks over and over. The painwas like nothing I’d ever known. Every part of me was burning as it sliced to bits on the void that had been left by the sever. Instead of touching the heavens, I was plunged into the depths of hell.
I couldn’t tell if Jack felt it or not. That was the whole, miserable point, really. I should have merged with him. Even if we didn’t fully bond, with a breeding orgasm, our souls should have embraced. The moment was supposed to be a cosmic reward for continuing the species and for making a connection.
I came down from the high feeling like I’d been dragged behind the RV for a mile. Jack lay behind me, his knot still in me and his large body surrounding mine, but he didn’t try to stroke or cajole aftershock orgasms from me. He must have felt something was wrong, too.
“What just happened,” he gasped, proving my point.
Had I thought the blocked breeding orgasm was the worst of it? That wasn’t even close.
