“Say what you need.”
“Um, um, your….”
“Go on. I want to hear you say it.”
“Your cock. I need your cock. Please.”
Without question, I gave it to him, lining up, pushing into that milking passage hard and fast, feeling his fevered body take mine inside and have its way with me.
After all, I did promise him anything, didn’t I?
26
Cassius
I’d only known pain and sickness during my heats. I never knew it could be like this. With the right alpha. With someone who could give a deep and caring touch.
When Malin came and knotted me a second time, he needed to recuperate. He picked me up and took me to a warm bath complete with water jets. My cramps had returned. He set me in the flowing, clear water and made me lean back on a soft, waterproof pad. Then he told me to bend my knees. As I lay back in the soothing bath, his fingers went inside me and worked at the muscles of my inner walls. My cock hardened, bobbing against the surface of the water. It put me into an altered state. I came twice. My cock didn’t always produce liquid, but those internal orgasms were to die for. Malin said he could feel them when they happened.
During the two days of my heat, Malin gave me internal massages so many times I lost count. And he fucked me asmuch as possible, too. Sometimes several times in a row until he collapsed.
We got only a few hours of scattered sleep. I was that demanding. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed but I knew I might be afterward.
The pain I thought I’d have to go through alone was now shared and diminished. He took care of me in every way including bringing sustenance, water, clean sheets. He never seemed like he was disgusted or put out. His gaze was always dark but softened around the edges. He focused on me one hundred percent.
By the time my heat was over I couldn’t deny I felt some disappointment. Malin made me feel whole. Like I’d finally grown up and become an adult. I didn’t want to go back to the way I was before.
On the third day, I slept until late afternoon. When I woke to daylight in my eyes, I sat up disoriented. Malin was not in the room but I noticed he had been. I lay on clean sheets and my pillows were fluffed. Two bottles of water stood on the nightstand by my side. A warm, fluffy comforter was neatly laid over the bed, and me, the top turned down. When I pushed the covers down, I saw I wasn’t all sticky like I thought I’d be. I was perfectly clean, no residue on my cock or stomach, no dried slick making my ass itchy.
For several minutes I lay in the fall sunlight streaming through half-open curtains. My body felt luminous. New-born. Nothing hurt.
I felt dreamy and fresh. I dozed with a smile on my face until I heard footsteps in the hallway. My eyes shot open as a spurt of adrenaline jerked my body. Fear. It was automatic. Like a body memory from my past, separate from my brain.
Malin walked in. He had on loose, drawstring pants and an unfastened, sapphire blue pajama shirt.
“You’re awake.” He quickly came to my side. His hand caressed a lock of hair back from my forehead.
I raised myself up on my elbows. “Yes. Just a few minutes ago.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “How do you feel?”
“Really great. Fantastic.”
“No more cramps?”
“No more heat. I feel like I’ve been pampered and spoiled and pleasured through and through.” A blush warmed my cheeks. “There’s no pain at all.”
“You’ll tell me if there is.” It wasn’t a question.
I nodded and whispered, “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you for trusting me. Letting me help.”
I waited for him to say more. Hoping. I knew he’d enjoyed himself. He had confessed so much to me over the last two days but I still wasn’t completely convinced his words weren’t those of an alpha hypnotized by an omega in heat.
“You did help.” I smiled.
His hand still lingered in my hair. I turned my face into his palm just as he took it away. A sting of tears flashed against my eyelids when he did that. “Does this mean you want me to go back to my own room now?”
