Page 54 of His Surrogate Omega

The alpha didn’t look at him. Rohan’s jaw was tense, his expression weary.

He lowered Gray into the middle of the big bed and began to remove some of the clothing tangled about him. Once Gray was nude, Rohan stood back and looked him over.

“Pull your hair free,” Rohan said, his voice deep and low.

“It’ll get in the way,” Gray said, running a hand over the thick braid.

“Pull. Your. Hair. Free,” Rohan repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

Gray paused a moment, unsure. Finally, he pulled the tie at the end off and began to work the braid free. His long, dark hair spread out around him in a cascade. Rohan stepped forward and collected a handful, rubbing it in his hands. He lifted one hand to his face and drew in a deep breath… before a low sensual moan come from his lips.

“It’s beautiful.You’rebeautiful.”

Gray didn’t know what to say.

And Rohan looked stunned the words had come from his mouth. An awkward silence fell between them, and he watched a myriad of emotions coursing across Rohan’s handsome face. Finally he lifted his stare to Gray’s and held it.

“But no matter how beautiful, how tempting, or how much the instinct drives me to tend to you these next few days—I amforeverJamie’s. Do you understand that?”

An alpha would instinctively feel the need to soothe him after their wild couplings with words of affection. A relaxed omega was more susceptible to impregnation. There would be nothing more to it than their DNA and nature. Gray nodded that he understood, even knowing it would be difficult not to succumb.

Rohan stood frozen, as if he had more to say. After a moment, he pushed his pants the rest of the way from his hips and they dropped to the floor. Gray’s gaze immediately went to the still hard shaft hanging thickly between the man’s thighs. Rohan was huge, much larger than any of the toys Gray had used over the years. Thankfully, he’d been so slick, so needy, he hadn’t sensed any pain upon entry. Perhaps he’d been too far gone to feel anything but desire.

Just thinking about Rohan having been inside him sent a rumble of need through him. His back arched, his head falling back. A cry tore from his lips, and Rohan was upon him seconds later, fistfuls of his hair tangled in the alpha’s grip.

Rohan found his lips, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. Their mouths warred with one another, seeking that which they shouldn’t want. He was spun to his belly, strong hands then moving to his hips. That big, thick cock speared him again. The sex was rough, animalistic, and all Gray needed. He body thrummed with the satisfaction in having an alpha tend to his need.

They fucked over and over again through the night. After, they would sneak in an hour or two of sleep between, but then their bodies would once again collide, drawn together by the mating instinct.

By the next day, some fatigue had started to set in. The quick, rapid fucking of the first day shifted into slower… more sensual. Gray held Rohan’s gaze and begged himself not to fall for the man driving deep within him.

It was just sex, not love, but he was so starved for either Gray struggled to see the line between them. He’d never had a lover, never had anyone care for him as Rohan did. Just as Jamie had said, Rohan was kind. Even in his alpha’s aggressiveness, he didn’t cross the line. He took, but he gave, as well. And when it was over, the alpha laid gentle kisses and massaged him.

Again, instinct.

Gray kept reminding himself of that fact over and over again.

It wasn’t for him. Not one bit.

But the illusion… it was hard not to become entangled within it. Each sultry look… a deep, whiskey-roughened moan… a caress of a stubbled cheek or a calloused hand against him… and he fell deeper under the spell.

During those three days, he begged for more.

He pleaded in the deep of the night, wanting his womb to be filled. Wanting to be loved. Starving for the attention. Even as he had his fill, it wasn’t enough, not after all the long years he’d spent alone. He both cursed and loved Jamie for this gift, one he never should’ve taken. Guilt and loathing mixed with the crescendo of lust and desire that threatened to consume him whole.

By the fourth morning, he awoke, his body so sore he could barely move. Rohan’s heavy arm and leg weighed him down. His mouth was dry as the desert, and he pushed the alpha off him enough to reach for a few inches of water left in a glass by the bed. He drained it and was still dehydrated.

Sliding out from under Rohan’s body, he tried to stand, only to fall to his knees and nearly lose the glass.

“Here, let me help you.”

Gray lifted his stare to see a red-eyed Jamie. Their stares met for the briefest of seconds, but he quickly looked away. Heat filled his face, his stomach doing somersaults within. The glass was taken from his hand and moments later, returned full. Gray drained the glass, too thirsty to think about what Jamie was seeing in that moment.

After he’d emptied the glass, he lifted his stare to Jamie and felt hot tears slipping down his face.

“Don’t,” Jamie whispered. “Or you’re going to make me cry.”

From the look of Jamie, he’d already been crying. “I’m so sorry,” Gray whimpered.

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