Page 20 of Broken Alpha

I let go of the pillow that I was clutching tightly and reached out for his wrist, finally opening my eyes to look at him behind me, my hips arching upwards into him, opening my body to him.

“Never apologize for claiming what’s yours,” I moaned.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, his weight dropping onto me. I tilted my head back so that he could press his face into my neck, covering the flesh in licks and kisses. “Your hole is so soft and greedy for my cock, it doesn’t want to let me go.”

Using my inner muscles, I squeezed around his cock, enjoying the stutter to his breathing as I did so. I did it again, and this time, he pulled out, flipping me over onto my back and hitching my legs into the crook of his arms before sliding back in, pushing deep into my body until I saw stars. The position lowered my hips, and his cock hit familiar places differently, my channel slightly tighter. It also meant I was facing him directly, his eyes watching me intently as his hips bounced off mine. I reached up to cup Luke’s face, my Omega purring at seeing his Alpha take pleasure in our body, and his Alpha responded with his own call, leaning down to nuzzle into my neck, scent marking me.

My Omega loved him already, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words openly. A little voice in the back of my headlaughed at me, calling me pathetic and naïve. That I was falling too fast, and it would burn out quickly. He would grow tired of the novelty that I was, and after he helped me, he would leave me. My chest felt tight, and my moan sounded more like a heavy whimper as a wave of anxiety washed over me, clouding the pleasure he gave me.

Luke raked his nails across the underside of my thighs, his nails digging into the flesh and leaving red lines from my ass to the back of my knees. It was a feeling I had never felt before. No other partner had done this, and my body shuddered in response, squirming slightly until he did it again, and I wiggled. It was strangely pleasurable, my body lighting up at the touch.

“Come back to me, little Omega.” Luke hummed, raising my leg to nip at my calf.

I hadn’t been aware that my insecurity had caused my purr to go silent, the first indicator that my brain wasn’t allowing me to be in the moment with him. He was still inside me, but he had stopped moving, watching me to make sure I was okay and waiting for me to tell him to stop, his eyes full of concern. I shook my head and smiled, leaning upwards to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. He grunted in surprise and began moving again, slowly as he pressed into the kiss and gave my leaking cock something to grind up against, smearing pre-cum across our abdomens, tempo slow and intimate. His pheromones engulfed me, and I released mine in response, drowning us in our scents as I reached my climax, my seed erupting between us and triggering Luke’s release. I could feel the knot at the base of his cock, outside of my body, but pushed snugly against my opening as he held himself back from pushing it into me.

I ground my ass against it, desperate to be filled by him, until he gripped my hips tightly, forcing me to stop, a slow, exasperated chuckle erupting from his throat. He withdrew fromme slowly, peeling off the condom and tying a knot into the end before he leaned over to kiss me. He instructed me not to move and that he would be right back before stepping off the bed and disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. I immediately felt his absence. My body felt empty without him inside me, and when he stepped into the bathroom, my Omega panicked when we couldn’t see him again.

Sex often leaves one feeling vulnerable, and a kaleidoscope of emotions washed through me. Logically, I knew we weren’t being abandoned; he was tossing the condom and would be back like he had said, but my Omega wanted to watch him, see him. The echoing of the emotions and thoughts I had only a moment ago fueled the uncertainty. We had said a lot of things in the heat of the moment, I rationalized. I told him I was his to claim, and he called me beautiful and his. There was no way he seriously meant any of that. He’d say the same thing if it was any other Omega, wouldn’t he? After all, he didn’t knot me just then. Did he not want to, or did he have his first knotting and decided it wasn’t for him? Can you be horrible at being knotted?

When Luke stepped back into the room I felt my Omega relax slightly, comforted by the sight of him, now in clean boxers and a wet washcloth in hand. However, it did little ease the panic that was inside me, fearing I had done something wrong. Sitting beside me on the bed, I watched his movements as he gently cleaned my stomach free of cum with the warm cloth before taking my cock and cleaning it off as well. Instructing me to roll over onto my stomach, he continued to clean me, sliding the cloth between my ass to remove any traces of lube and slick. Never, in the history of my past lovers, including Erik, had they cleaned me up afterward. It’s as if etiquette and care go out the window when it’s a one-night stand, yet here Luke was, doing the basic level of care. Burying my face back in the pillow, I was unable to suppress the purred moan that escaped me ashe pressed the warm cloth against my entrance. Once he was satisfied I was clean, he tossed the cloth into the laundry basket by the door and got back into bed, pulling me into his arms as he kissed the back of my neck, his low Alpha purr rumbling against my back. I was so full of emotions and thoughts that I was numb. I didn’t understand what was going on with me; the only thing I could do was curl up against him. Matching my position, he curled around me, molding to my body shape.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke to the scent of coffee. Sitting up, I reached for my phone to discover that it was a little after ten in the morning and a text from Erik that read that he would be staying at his parent’s place until the evening to help his father out with some yard work. Setting my phone down on the bed, I looked around the bedroom, finally taking in his simple decor.

The bed sat against the far wall, with the bedroom doors almost directly across from it. A dresser sat beside a wall of windows that led to a balcony, and from the height, I estimated that we were about three or four floors up, on the top floor. There was a bathroom that I noticed earlier to the left of the bed, with a full-length mirror on a sliver of wall between the bathroom door and the bedroom door.

At the foot of the bed was a set of cushioned benches, and I found a set of clothing folded on one of them. Pushing back the sheets, I grabbed my glasses off the bedside table and put them on. Reaching for the clothing, I found them to be a navyundershirt and a pair of boxers. I lifted the clothing to my nose and inhaled Luke’s scent. The bedroom smelled of us and sex. The idea of washing him from my body created an emotion that I couldn’t quite put words to. Irritation? Annoyance? Offensive? Either way, it didn’t make me happy, and I was grateful that Erik couldn’t smell pheromones so I could wear Luke’s scent home.

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed a series of light bruises and bite marks decorated my collarbone and breast, bruises marrying my hips. The largest bruise was on my inner thigh and the slightest imprint of teeth lay in the middle of the bruise. My fingers danced across this one, wincing at my weird brain telling me to poke it, and I listened to it. The mark was in a position that hinted I would feel it if my thighs brushed each other. Our Alpha had marked us, and my Omega loved the idea.

Following the scent of coffee, I found Luke at the stove. The sound of eggs and breakfast meat grilling echoed through the room as the coffee pot sputtered out the last of its brew. On the kitchen bar that overlooked the living space was a vase, the bouquet of daisies he had given me the night before resting inside with clean water. I don’t remember grabbing them from the car, which could only mean Luke went out to get them at one point. In front of one of the chairs sat the blue daisy that I had in my hair, wilted but still alive enough to press it if I wanted to.

“Coffee mugs are in the cupboard above the machine, and creamer is in the fridge. If you like to froth your creamer, the frother is in the cupboard with the mugs.” Luke said when he noticed me, a smile on his face.

The whole moment felt rather domesticated to me, and I couldn’t help but smile, moving into the kitchen to discover that Luke had a serious mug problem upon opening the cupboard. It had two shelves, and every inch of it was stacked with mugs of various designs, sizes, and widths. Some had Halloween themes, others had Christmas, with a random seasonal one thrown in forgood measure. Some had no design and were simply a solid color but rounded to fit in one's hand perfectly. There were even a few that I would deem too small for coffee; anything below 18 fluid ounces was a water cup and should not be used to siphon the life-giving liquid into my system. They were fine for tea or even hot chocolate, but I need large cups for coffee.

I selected a teal mug for myself and a white one with a raised pumpkin on it for Luke before pulling out the frother. I didn’t own one myself, but my parents did, and I was a sucker for frothed cream on top of my coffee, and it was one of my favorite parts about heading home for the holidays. That reminds me, I must let them know I will come home late this year due to my heat. I wonder what Luke is doing for Christmas. Does his family live in town? Ignoring my thoughts, I move behind Luke to the fridge, unable to resist the urge to trace my hand across his lower back before grabbing the creamer, grinning at the pumpkin spice flavor.

“Ah, I see you’re a basic bitch too.” I teased.

“What can I say? It’s not fall without it. Can you please make enough foam for both of us? Just fill the frother to the max line.”

Nodding, I filled the frother to the line as directed. I started the machine while Luke began to plate breakfast, setting the dishes on the island next to each other. When the machine had done its job, I poured our coffees before topping them off with the thick, fluffy spiced foam and took them to the island before taking a seat. As Luke sat down, I moved my portion of bacon to his plate before taking a sip of coffee, moaning at the bliss sliding down my throat. Very few things were better than the first sip of good morning coffee.

“Don’t like bacon?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not really. I’ll eat it if I have to, like if it’s already in something, but if I can, I’ll substitute it.”

“I don’t know if I can be with a sinneranda heathen.”

“One of us is a teacher who is sleeping with his student. We’re already sinners. However, you’re looking at this all wrong. If I dislike bacon, that means more for you.”

Luke stared at me for a moment before bursting outwards in laughter that rumbled in his chest. “Touché.”

We ate in comfortable silence. We didn’t feel the need to talk as we enjoyed the morning, but we were both acutely aware that our time together was coming to an end. The kitchen clock mocked us, loudly ticking away the seconds we had left. I hated that clock. Who owns an analog clock these days anyway? I wasn’t aware I had been bouncing my knee on the bar stool until Luke reached over, resting his hand on my thigh to settle me.

“Did you know I wasn’t even supposed to be in your class?” I rambled absentmindedly, unable to stop the influx of word vomit that flowed from my lips. “I had my first heat at seventeen. Both my parents are Betas and couldn’t prepare me properly. Obviously, they knew what a heat was, but there was essentially nothing they could do, and being seventeen, sex wasn’t an option since we didn’t want to risk a pregnancy so young. The suppressants didn’t work, and I was lucid enough for my first that I was aware of how much pain I was in and how scared I was. I begged my mom to stop it from hurting while I was curled in bed, crying. I felt alone, and no one knew what to do. My mom worked with another Omega who had an Omega daughter around my age. Typically, when an Omega goes into heat, we rarely want another Omega near us unless they’re pack. Our Omega brains see them as a threat, and we don’t want to fight for the attention of a potential mate, so my parents didn’t know what would happen if they invited this strange Omega into my space. Having her close by, helping me through my heat and soothing me, calmed my fear. It did nothing for the pain, but I came out of it better than if she hadn’t been there.

“When I was born, my parents knew I was an Omega, but at the time of my birth, little was known about dominants and recessives, so it didn’t really occur to the doctors and nurses to test for those. After my heat, my mother booked an appointment, and we found out I had the dominant markers. I will never forget what that Omega did for me, and I wanted to be that for someone else. While it’s not a common practice, clinics are opening up positions for Omega specialists that can help the newer generation through their heats. There is always the potential for rejection, and generally speaking, suppressants work. But there is a chance that they won’t, and there is a chance there are more like me out there. So I took a minor degree in nursing with a focus on Omega studies.”

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