Page 6 of Their Alpha

My heart ached for Gid. Even now, years later, the thought of a rampant alpha in rut terrified him. I could feel him shaking in my arms, even though we were alone and at home.

“He is,” I said. “His name is Artemis, he has greatreviews on the app, and he just told me that he gets off on the idea of being strapped into the chair, blindfolded, and milked.”

“And…and he’s okay if I want to get pregnant this heat?” Gid asked in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice.

“He is, sweetheart,” I answered, stroking the side of his face. “I can’t wait for us to be a family.”

Gideon’s subtle shaking turned into a strong shiver. His linen trousers lifted a little in the crotch as well. That was the most awful thing about Gid’s trauma. As hurt as he’d been, he was still an omega, and one with strong instincts at that. Alphas horrified him, but his body still needed what they could give.

What I couldn’t give.

“I think it’s coming soon,” Gid whispered, hunkering into me a little.

“What’s coming soon?” I asked, teasing him by stroking a hand down his front to rub over his growing erection. “Is this coming soon?”

Gideon laughed deep in his throat. The sound had my cock lifting up to press into his backside. Gideon made eyes at me that had every part of me roaring with the injustice of not being born an alpha. I would have done anything, taken any pill, undergone any surgery, if I could be made into the alpha my husband needed.

“That, too,” he said, wriggling in my lap.

“Mmm,” I said, reaching down to fondle his balls through the linen. “I can tell. These feel so full.”

“They are,” Gideon said, his eyes hazing a bit as he flexed into my touch. “Make it better, Fletcher. Put a baby in me.”

My husband was going to kill me with eyes like that and that voice.

And it killed me that I couldn’t give him the baby he wanted from my own seed.

“Always, love. I’ll always make it better. The baby will be our baby,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss.

As our mouths met and our tongues danced, I tugged at the drawstring of Gid’s trousers to loosen them. Then I scooped in to bring out his cock and balls.

Gid moaned and clung to me as I thrust my tongue against his and rolled his balls before drawing my hand up his cock. Like all omegas, he was small, but that didn’t stop the attention I gave him as I closed a fist around his length and stroked from feeling less than amazing. He was dripping in no time and panting against my mouth.

He was leaking slick like a sieve, too. I could feel it soaking through the seat of his trousers and dampening my own. My needy cock loved it and strained up to feel more even as my own ass gushed almost as badly as Gid’s. It was a good thing the recliner was made of waterproof fabric.

“Do you want to come, baby?” I panted, grinding up against him and bringing myself closer to the edge.

“Yes, Fletcher,” he sighed in the same way he might beg, “Yes, master.”

I didn’t want to deny him. I needed something myself. He was sitting across my lap, so I pulled his trousers down to his thighs, then tilted him back until his ass was elevated and his legs were folded over almost to his shoulders. Once I had him where I wanted him, I stroked one hand down his thigh, then pushed two fingers into his sloppy hole.

Two fingers quickly became three, then four. Gid’s hole was primed and ready for heat, though not quite there yet, and opened to accept me as deep as I could push. He cried out with pleasure and panted for more.

I picked up the pace of my thrusts until it was almost punishing, plunging into him and sending slick splattering. I knew Gideon’s body so well and I could tell he was holding out and soaking up as much pleasure as he could before letting himself come.

That was him. I wasn’t so patient or disciplined. I was close to the edge, and I wanted to come inside my sweetheart to let him know who he belonged to, even if I couldn’t give him everything he needed.

I stood quickly, Gid in my arms, and shifted so that I could drape him forward over the arm of the chair, his trousers still around his thighs. The sight of his shiny, slick-wet cheeks and thighs, constrained because of his trousers so his hole wasn’t on display, nearly caused me to blow in my jeans. I wanted to kneel behind him and bury my face in his peach-juicy ass, drinking his slick like it was the finest nectar, but I wasn’t going to make it.

With shaking hands, I undid my zipper, pushed my jeans and underwear down to my thighs, then gave my cock a quick stroke before slotting in place behind him. I poked around a bit until I found his ready hole, then I pushed home.

The two of us cried out in harmony as I pumped, curling over him to bring us into as much contact as possible. The advantage of being a weak omega was that I had a little bit more to work with in the genital department than most omegas. Every inch of my cock reveled in the sweet, wet friction of pounding into Gid’s ass, and my hole flowed like a fountain down my thighs.

The motion I created rubbed Gid’s cock against the arm of the chair, and in no time, my beloved was crying out as his orgasm took over. I felt the squeeze in my cock, which sent me over the edge as well. It wasn’t completely simultaneous,but it was about as close as we could get just going at it in the moment the way we were. I wasn’t going to complain. I might never be able to be enough for Gideon, but Gid was more than enough for me.

Even as I thought that, my imagination betrayed me. I had a sudden flash of what it would feel like to have Artemis pounding his fat alpha cock in my hole as I fucked Gideon.

I pushed that fantasy aside, even though it brought the itchy, impatient feeling back with it, and rocked back, leaving Gideon’s body.

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