“He can’t, but I can,” a dark voice says.
Fingers hold my chin, and I have to blink hard before I can see Skylar’s face.
“Push that pathetic little excuse for an alpha knot in your hole,” he commands. “Then, be a good little omega and come. Make a fucking mess, but don’t touch your cock.”
“It hurts,” I whine.
“Do you need something to suck on to help?” he asks, raises his brow.
I don’t know how he got in here, but it’s chillier in the room than it was a moment ago. Can the devil have the same influence on room temperature as ghosts do?
“I’m not the devil,” Skylar smirks, his rosemary scent filling the air. “Now open your mouth so I can fill it with something that tastes good.”
Skylar strips off his clothes, and it feels as if I’m dreaming as he climbs onto the bed. Groaning, I practically unhinge myjaw in my eagerness to suck his cock. I don’t care what fairy godmother dropped me a hot, strong alpha to fuck me, but I fully expect to thank her.
“I see you got my present,” Rhodes purrs on the phone. “Suck his cock through the pain, sweetness. Mmmm. Your pussy is taking that knot like a good little whore.”
Skylar thrusts his cock down my throat until my eyes are watering and my breath escapes in a gurgling sound. I want to be punished and fucked, so it suits me just fine as the knotted toy in my asshole slides into place and I finally begin to come. Ropes of it cover Skylar, and he fucks my throat through my orgasm.
“That’s a good boy,” Rhodes croons. “You’re going to feel so much better soon, and we’re going to help.”
It doesn’t matter how Skylar found me. I don’t care because I’m finally getting an orgasm, and my stomach isn’t cramping as hard. It’s as if my abdominal muscles are constantly shaking from being contracted, and it’s a bone deep exhaustion. This is why omegas die without someone to take care of them, even if it's just a friend to check on their health.
It’s because we will waste away, or get so depressed from the pain that some of us kill ourselves.
Skylar growls as his precum gets thicker, and his knot fills my mouth. The feel of a real knot makes me shudder and come again. There’s something primal about having my scent all over his body, and I release a strangled sound as I clench down on the inflated knot in my ass.
“I need to feed you my cum before I knot your mouth. It’s coming though. I want my knot to block all the silly excuses that may come out of the lying hole in your face,” he says.
My eyes water with shame that I ran as Skylar ruts into my mouth. He’s still in control, his blue eyes piercing as he cups my face gently.
“That’s not what I meant,” he sighs. “You scared the fuck out of us when you ran. Rhodes and I don’t know what we did wrong. Are we too much for you, sweet boy?”
He knows I can’t speak, and I can’t move my head either as he continues to rock inside of my mouth. My cock is still hard and bobbing against my abs now as my hips thrust forward toward nothing. I need friction or an asshole or mouth to fuck. Ugh, I need more.
Thoughts fly out of my head a rush of citrus flavored cum fills my throat. Swallowing convulsively, I groan as he legitimately feeds me his cum. I haven’t eaten all day, I’ve completely forgotten to take care of myself, and now I’m wondering whether he’s here to help or punish me.
Maybe I kind of want both.
“Shh. You need a break,” he says, pulling out of my mouth. “Lie down for me. No, over to the right where it’s less messy. That’s it.”
I’m lying on my side, struggling to catch my breath with the dildo knotted in my asshole, barely aware when he walks away.
“I’m still here,” he calls over his shoulder. Fuck, I must of whined. Ugh, I’m so pathetic right now.
Heavy steps follow Skylar back in as my eyes close, and I can vaguely hear the rustling of plastic bags. Inhaling deeply, I smell pineapples, and it helps me relax slowly.
“Rhodes,” I rasp under my breath.
“Did he…his eyes are closed,” Rhodes says softly. “Koen, how do you know it’s me?”
“You’re attached at the hip to Skylar. Of course you’re here,” I reply, pushing myself up to brace my weight on my forearm as I open my eyes.
Making a face because I’m tired of lying, I blow out a breath to screw up my courage. The movement makes my asshole clench painfully, and I shudder at the feeling. The artificial knotwon’t release for a few minutes, mimicking the way a real one works.
For now, I’m actually lucid and my stomach cramps are manageable.
“I can also smell pineapples and rosemary,” I add.
