That knot could tear him apart withouta lotof practice first.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” Emerson said. “You might never be.”
“Never?”Dash didn’t want to hear that. He’d tried before with the dildos he had but couldn’t quite get there. One of his biggest fantasies was taking a big knot and getting locked with an alpha who was breeding him.
“A lot of alphas desperately want it, but some can’t manage it without intense pain. Some train for it and still can’t do it.”
Dash frowned.
“Don’t worry,” Emerson murmured. “I never expect it.”
“But you want it?”
Emerson’s eyes narrowed, an intense look of lust crossing his face. “It’s instinct to knot a partner—even if that partner isn’t an omega.”
“It’s only instinct for you?”
Emerson closed his eyes, a tremor racing through him. Dash could feel the violent shake—and it almost caused one in him.
“I have a kink,” Emerson murmured. “But I won’t harm you to experience it.”
“Have you? Experienced it?”
Emerson shook his head. “I’m too big.”
Dash drew in a shaky breath. He wanted to give Emerson that pleasure more than he wanted his own. Too bad he couldn’t.
A thought suddenly came to mind, though. “You said some alphas need… constriction. I never asked if you did.”
“Don’t worry about me one bit,” Emerson whispered. He slid out an inch or two and slowly drove back in. “All you have to do is focus on how good it feels…and remember to breathe.”
All hecouldfocus on was that fat cock spearing him. Dash dragged in a shuddering breath and released it slowly, his body growing more accustomed to the thick impalement. Emerson pulled out a little more and thrust back inside on Dash’s next exhale. With each thrust that followed, the pleasure bloomed.
A groan of delight came from his lips after Emerson pulledallthe way out and embedded himself again. Emerson kissed him, swallowing several moans that came after.
The pleasure built within, the slick slide of Emerson’s cock creating a delicious tension. How he’d thought a dildo could ever compare, he didn’t know. They weren’t the same at all. Emerson was warm and throbbing with life inside him, every pulse of his heart felt within. A cold chunk of silicone was no match, especially when it didn’t have the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on attached to it.
The thrusts turned a bit rougher, the pace more rapid. Emerson drove into him, straining like a wild beast above. Instinctive, aggressive alpha behavior appeared, and Dash tensed, worried it would be too much for him to handle. Omegas had natural lubricant and their bodies were born to be used roughly by a large, powerful mate. His bodywasn’tthat.
After a couple of minutes, Emerson stilled. He laid his body completely over Dash’s, chest to chest, and slid his hands underneath them. He cupped Dash’s ass—and then rolled them over. Dash landed on top. He pushed his upper body up, his palms on Emerson’s chest.
“I was getting a bit too forceful,” Emerson muttered between pants, a sheen of sweat coating his face. “It’s safer if you take control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tightness filled Dash’s chest. The fact Emerson recognized that through the haze of need was to be commended.
He was being protective again. The last time he’d shown that side, Dash had scolded him for it. It wasn’t that he’d not wanted it—but because he’dfearedwanting it.
Itandthe man providing it.
Emerson caressed his cheek, smiling, as if he saw the wave of emotion Dash was fighting. Their gazes met, something unspoken lingering between them.
Dash sat up straighter, not completely sure what he was doing—until he remembered all the times he’d ridden Emerson’s lackluster replacement. It hadn’t been fruitless, after all. Those hours are where he’d been training himself for this very moment. He leaned back, hands braced behind him on the alpha’s upper thighs. Then he did what he’d done all those times he’d wished it was Emerson under him.
He rolled his hips and rode that fat, gorgeous cock.
Smiling to himself, he realized he much preferred being on top—and in control ofsomething.He set the pace he needed.The angle of entry. The rhythm. Watching Emerson straining below was glorious. He could tell when the alpha liked a certain stroke or tension as he tightened around the shaft, so they both shared in the pleasure.
“I thought you said… you hadn’t…” Emerson’s hands clenched on his hips.“Fuck, Dash…You said… you hadn’t… done this before.”
