Ihad gone to bed early. Restless. Unable to work.
Everything annoyed my skin and I ripped off my clothes and got into my bed thinking I would just sleep. Sleep cured everything, didn’t it? It was rest and escape and healing.
I wrestled with my mind for what felt like hours and I was still wide awake when the knock came at my door. He didn’t wait for me to answer. I thought maybe it was Elias with some sort of late-night emergency. Elias went off the clock at seven every night. He stayed in the guest quarters during the weekdays, but he never disturbed me unless it was urgent.
It wasn’t Elias.
Kirion stood in the doorway. Silent. Motionless. Alone. I thought I must be dreaming.
Something was wrong. My alpha caretaking senses flashed. Tanekan was clearly aware, though silent.
I rose immediately before I remembered I was naked. I grabbed my robe and went straight to him.
That was when he fell into my arms and held onto me as if his very life was at risk. What was happening?
He is ours.
It took several seconds for Tanekan’s statement to make sense to me. I moved to step away and Kirion gripped me tighter. He let out a single sob.
My heart flipped over in my chest several times before I lifted him up, all alpha now, and took him to my bed.
I spoke his name once as I held him in my lap, pressed my face into his hair, then kissed him oh so softly on the brow. As I lay back, his body curved beside me. When I looked up, he was staring at me, eyes wide open. I started to fall into that gaze and our lips met. Everything switched over to alpha mode. I held an omega in my arms. An omega I had grown to love. I could no longer avoid that admission. It was the real truth.
My body responded with a power I hadn’t felt in over a decade. My arousal peaked rapidly. Even so, this wasn’t all about sex, but something more. Something precious.
I was in love. And now I had the focus of that pressed against me. It was like flying with Tanekan to heights we’d never reached. Like the world opened up and became new again.
I ran one hand softly down his back. We gasped for air together, then resumed the kiss. I never wanted it to end.
His hand rose between us, his palm against the center of my chest. I pushed his shirt up from behind so I could touch bare skin. So warm and smooth. A privilege to have in my arms. At one point, my hand went into his hair. I’d been wanting to run my fingers through it since the very first time I saw him. It was incredibly soft, like silk.
My body came to life as if after a long drought. I wanted him more than I could ever remember wanting anyone in years. It had been so long.
We pressed together. I could feel his hard cock against mine. For a moment, I froze. Not because I didn’t love it, but because of the situation. Owner and owned. Was this right?
Kirion didn’t hesitate or hold back. He shoved against me, his hips jerking forward. All thoughts left me except this feeling and what was happening between us. Slowly, I moved my hand down his back and cupped his ass.
A tiny moan escaped him, rumbling against my lips.
Our hands roamed more until our clothes were rucked up. He was a great kisser. I didn’t want to stop but we had to move at that point. We were desperate to get our shirts out of the way. And then our pants.
The room was dark but a nightlight from the bathroom sent a soft glow into the huge space. It was enough so I could see him as he sat up and removed all of his clothes. I drew in a ragged breath, then followed, pushing my pants all the way down and kicking them off.
Kirion’s long limbs made him look graceful and young. I winced as I was instantly reminded of our age gap. But I soon forgot that as he held out his arms and practically crawled on top of me. His skin slid warm against mine. His thigh bumped against my cock and my balls drew up from that simple touch.
I hugged him to me and he leaned down to kiss me as he undulated against my body.
I hadn’t held another naked person in my arms since Rupert. I’d forgotten how wonderful it was. I’d never cared for casual sex. I wanted to care about who I was with and I cared for Kirion. Deeply. That emotion had grown over the past weeks. My heart stuttered.
Our cocks met for the first time and rubbed. I ran my hand down his bare flank as if to steer and guide him to where I wanted him, where it became more intense.
My hips rocked. His body, mostly hairless, felt warm and firm, smooth.
I began to feel an urgency build and soon I was grabbing him, rolling him over so I could be on top.
“Beautiful,” I murmured as I kissed down his jaw to his neck.
Kirion spread his legs for me and my body naturally rolled to fit between them. I lifted myself, licked my hand and put it between us, capturing both our cocks in my grip and rubbing. My thumb ran over his tip, capturing leaking precum. I knew if I put my hand beneath him I’d probably find his slick. Omegas were so beautiful in that way. The ability to self-lube amazed me and turned me on.
