I’m vaguely aware of Jude’s body going limp, a dead weight of pleasure. I hold his ass up, pushing my hips into his body, using him to milk every last drop of cum from my balls until I’m empty, hollowed out, andshaking.
Once my pleasure fades, and I can catch my breath, I realize my sweet boy is passed out.
With my knot still locked inside him, I take my time, admiring his face. His cheek is pressed against the leather seat, his eyes closed, his dark blonde hair a complete mess. I look down at his back, seeing the clear outline of his spine and ribs. He’s so thin.
I can’t help but wonder if this omega has been starved or abused.
It would make sense. No omega would choose to suffer their heat in some dark alleyway on the street.
“You’re safe,” I whisper as I lean down, pressing my chest to his back. “I’ve got you, Jude. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again,” I vow.
But first, I have to get him home. Somewhere safe where I can tend to the rest of his heat, because this dirty parking garage is no place for an omega.
I nuzzle Jude’s hair, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with mine, and press soft kisses to his shoulder while I wait for my knot to go down. Jude stays passed out, but I can still smell his heat on him, a silent rush of pheromones that fills the car, a promise of more to come.
After what feels like an eternity, I feel the pressure at the base of my cock begin to fade. The swelling goes down, and I’m able to slowly, carefully, pull my cock out of my mate’s ass.
Inching my way back, I pause near Jude’s ass, then I spread his cheeks so I can see his little, abused hole.
I can’t help but feel a surge of primal pride at how gaping he is, still open and slick from my cock. I admire the creamy mixture of my cum and his slick, a perfect mark of my claiming. I dip my fingers into the mess, sliding them into his body, then tracing the puffy, swollen edge of his hole.
I caress it, loving the way his swollen skin feels under my touch, a perfect, ruined ring of flesh.
Unable to help myself, I lean in and lick it, a slow, deliberate swipe of my tongue, tasting our combined flavor. Jude doesn’t move, still passed out, allowing me to do whatever I want to his body. He’s mine, completely.
I can’t stop playing with him.
I push my fingers and then my tongue back into his hole, alternating one then the other. He tastes like the perfect mixture of sweat and honey.
My cock grows hard again as I scoop the creamy mixture of cum and slick out of his ass and begin painting his soft, plump cheeks with the mess. Seeing my seed all over his skin makes me feral with excitement, and I move back over him, needing to fuck his passed-out body one more time.
Gripping the base of my cock, I push just the tip inside. I pop the first few inches in and out of Jude’s tight, slick hole. The movement makes our combined fluids flick up, sending droplets all over his back and even onto the foggy window above him.
I stare at the mess I’m making, lost in a sense of pure, primal happiness.
“Look at you, my dirty boy,” I hum, my voice thick with satisfaction. “All stretched out and covered in your alpha’s cum.” I smile, squeezing one sticky ass-check hard.
A crack of thunder cracks overhead, pulling me from the sweet moment.
I look around, suddenly aware of how dangerous it is to stay here.
The dim, musky parking garage feels less like a sanctuary and more like a trap. The shadows in the far corners seem deeper, more menacing, and the air is thick with the scent of rain, concrete, and sex.
Outside the concrete structure, the storm rages, a wild, chaotic symphony that mirrors the primal energy still humming under my skin.
I move backward, out of the car, the cool air a shock against my heated skin. I pull my jeans back on, shoving my still-hard cock inside, then grab my shirt off the floorboard. I push some of the fabric into Jude’s ass, keeping my cum where it belongs.
Then I pick my omega up bridal-style and carry him around to the passenger’s side of the car. I bend, carefully holding him while I open the door, then place him gently in the front seat.
Leaning over his soft body, I buckle him in.
Jude’s face is so close to mine. In the faint glow of the dashboard, I can see how soft his mouth and cheeks look, his lips still puffy and swollen from my kisses. He’s completely passed out, a perfect, trusting doll in my hands.
I can’t resist.
I press one more soft kiss to his lips, a final, possessive claim before I finally shut the car door with a solid click. Then I race around to the driver's seat and turn the car on, eager to get my mate home.
Chapter Five
