Page 21 of A Hal for my Heart

He eyed me suspiciously, a cute frown forming between his dark blond eyebrows.

“Don’t pout at me like that, sweetness,” I laughed as I stood, then walked to the basket for a bottle of water. Sweetness. I had no idea where the endearment had originated from. It’d just spilled from my lips, like it’d lain dormant inside me, waiting for Briar all along. It was fitting, though. Briar was the sweetest thing. Shy and kind, and just overall lovely. And mine, my alpha roared. Don’t forget he’s mine. As if I ever could.

“I like it when you call me that,” he smiled, and his entire face lit up, his cheeks glowing a pretty pink. I grabbed the bottle, then hurried back to the bed in long strides. Placing the bottle on the nightstand, I crawled up the bed until I hovered above Briar, where he was resting against the headboard.

“I love calling you that,” I growled. Love. I loved Briar. I was never letting him go. I didn’t understand why the curse hadn’t struck me, but I thought I already knew, before I kicked his door in, that it couldn’t harm me. That I was the exception, and if I wasn’t, then it wouldn’t matter anyway because I didn’t want to live in a world where I couldn’t have him, my Briar.

I claimed his lips, thrusting my tongue inside his hot mouth. Our first kiss was better than I could’ve ever imagined. Briar’s lips were tentative but needy as he welcomed me inside. I wanted to savor the feeling of him and remember this moment always. The rightness of this shared experience and how we both melted into it was just further proof he was mine.

“Hal,” he moaned into my mouth as he ground against me. “Oh gods, Hal, what are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you are doing to me, Briar.” I kissed him again, tasting the sweetness of the grapes on his lips.

“What?” he gasped, clinging to me, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “What am I doing to you?”

“You give me life, silly omega.” Again, it was like my body spoke the words for me. Like I was driven by instinct alone when I lay in Briar’s arms, feeling his small frame tremble against mine.

“You give me life, too, Alpha,” he cried out, his voice, usually so soft and lofty, now a deep guttural groan. I felt his slick against my thigh where he was riding me, his body consumed with newfound hunger. “Ahhhhh,” he sighed, throwing his head back, baring his slender throat. His chest rippled as a new heatwave moved through him, and milky-white liquid beaded from his pink nipples.

Images of Briar nursing our baby flashed in my mind. I knew he would be an amazing father, so caring and selfless. I also knew that whatever happened during this heat, I couldn’t get him pregnant. We’d both want it, crave it, once his heat reached its peak. He’d beg me to breed him, to fuck his womb, and I’d crave it, too, but I’d have to fight that urge to breed him. I didn’t want Briar to regret it afterward, to regret us. As much as I knew he was mine and that I’d eventually get him pregnant, I needed Briar to give me his consent when he was lucid and not a creature driven by instinct alone.

Leaning in, I closed my mouth around his nipple, and Briar screamed, thrusting his chest forward, chasing my lips.

“Hal,” he moaned, his hands fisting my hair. My scalp stung deliciously. I lapped at his chest, suckling the sensitive nub, and more lover’s milk trickled down my throat. His taste exploded on my tongue, and my cock stirred with renewed hunger. It was almost time again. I knew by the way my body reacted to his, so attuned to his moves and sounds.

“Gods, you taste like heaven, Omega,” I purred against his chest.

“More,” he whined, pressing me against his pec. “Don’t stop.” I licked at his chest, my tongue twirling around the sensitive peak. Blowing at it, goose bumps spread along Briar’s chest as his body shook with impatient need. “Don’t tease me, Alpha. Please.”

I kissed his chest again and again, and he slumped against me. His skin glistened with my saliva and his own milk, and I lapped at it, the water long forgotten, Briar the only thing I needed. His body burned as desire started pulling at him once again. His small cock, now hard and dripping with precum, pulsed against my stomach.

“Please,” he begged again, his fingers clawing at my chest. “I need you, Alpha. I need you inside me. It hurts so bad.”

An iron fist squeezed around my chest. Briar’s need became mine as my alpha instincts once again took over. This was my purpose in life. This was what I’d been born for. I was grateful my body had ignored the curse. I would never have forgiven myself if I’d left Briar alone and he’d succumbed to his heat. As much as I loved our new world, I didn’t want to live in one where Briar didn’t exist.

I shook myself, suppressing the urge to claim his hole again. “You need water, sweetness.”

“No!” he screamed, his voice echoing off the walls of his chamber. “I just need you, Alpha.” He humped my thigh, his eyes fixed on me, the pupils blown black with lust. How could I deny him? The water would have to wait. He’d probably just bat it out of my hand anyway, like a cute cat.

“I’m here.” Leaning in, I claimed his lips, then settled back between his thighs. With a satisfied moan, he locked his legs around my lower back, then pulled me into his slick hole. I slid inside him, groaning with contentment. He fit so perfectly around me, his hole clenching, his insides rippling. My cock swelled, and Briar whined as his body accommodated me.

“Yessss,” he hissed, his arms thrown around my neck as he clung to me. “Fuck me, Alpha. Fuck me now!” His voice was commanding, like he was now the master of me, taking from me what he needed.

I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, my cockhead kissing the mouth of his womb. It felt softer this time, and soon he’d be ready for me to breed him.

“Hal!” he screamed, his nails digging into my skin. “More! Harder!” My hips pistoned forward again and again, and we moved like one being, locked together by fate. Briar’s hole pulsed, milking my cock, as he erupted between us, the scent of his sweet omega cum filling the room. My senses screamed at me, and I increased the pace, fucking him harder and faster.

“Yes!” he gasped, his breath hot against my face. “Claim me, Hal. Give me your seed.” My balls drew up, heavy and about to burst. His hole squeezed around me, his thighs shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm. He was already hard again, this small cock throbbing against my stomach.

“You’re a miracle, Briar,” I panted against his neck, then sucked his skin into my mouth, saltiness bathing my tongue.

“You’re the miracle, Hal,” he whispered as he rode my cock in rocking movements. “You’re my miracle, Alpha. The gods sent you to me.” I felt it then: the moistness on his cheeks. He was crying. My sweet Briar was crying.

“I…” The words were trapped in my throat. “I… Briar… I….” My cock swelled inside him as my knot grew.

“So big,” Briar moaned, wiggling underneath me. “You’re so big, splitting me wide open.” I reached between us and fisted his cock. It was sticky from his previous release. I started stroking him as I fucked into him harder. A stream of words spilled from his lips. “So full. So good. Breed me, Alpha. Make me yours.”

You already are, sweetness, my heart sang. You always were. I just needed to find you.