Page 25 of Broken Alpha

“Yeah. I’m sorry. That was embarrassing as fuck.”

Luke smiled at me before coming around the bed and taking me in his arms again. “This is new for you; you’re listening to an urge you didn’t acknowledge before. If something is wrong or off, we’ll fix it.”

“Would you be okay with continuing to help me build my first nest?” I asked, tilting my face towards him.

He blinked at me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me tenderly on the lips. “Nothing would make me happier.”

Well. That was a lie. Apparently, his cock in my mouth made him really happy as I took him down my throat, flexing the muscles there to squeeze around him. His hands pushed their way into my hair, grasping at the strands. He applied a little pressure to the back of my head, but not enough for me to choke or prevent my movements. It was rewarding for me to watch him come undone, to give in to the pleasure I provided him. Every time I twirled my tongue in a certain way over his head, he would squirm, and his breath would catch in his throat. His knuckles dug into the comforter as if he were looking for anything to ground himself into.

“You keep that up, and I won’t last long, little Omega,” he hissed, his head tilted backward against the pillows.

“So let me taste you.” I ran my tongue over the slit of his cock, catching the droplets of precum that leaked down his tip. The scent of his Alpha mixed well with the saltiness of his gift, spreading across my taste buds and exciting my Omega.

The bedroom was dark except for the bat lights that hung from the wall, illuminating the pleasure on his face in a soft glow. Shadows danced across his skin, making the moment more erotic than it had any right to be. I was falling in love with him. I didn’t have a choice not to love him. He was my mate. I wanted to be around him. I thought about him constantly. I wanted him to love me the way I loved him. I was so fucking fucked, but atthe same time, I was starting not to worry. He soothed the fear of my own Omega, and I wasn’t afraid to be in his care. I was learning that it was okay just to be.

I moved off his cock, focusing my attention on his balls that hung heavy before me. I couldn’t help but rub my face into his soft, velvety sack, his Alpha scent strongest here. I carefully cupped one of his balls with my tongue, pulling it into my mouth, and sucked gently before moving to the other one; his face flushed in pleasure as he watched me. He ran his fingers through my temple, tucking my hair behind my ear, and smiled down at me.

“So beautiful with my cock filling your mouth.”

Fuck, could he be any hotter? I stroked his cock, my motions rough and hard, bringing him off the bed as his back arched into my touch before I swallowed his cock again. He gasped as I used my hand to twist around his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. He couldn’t help himself, his hand digging back into my hair, pulling at the strands, and he began to move his hips with my ministrations, pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I opened myself to him, allowing him further than he had ever been before, breathing becoming more difficult as my eyes began to water, and yet I was more turned on than ever before. He used my mouth for his own pleasure, coming undone and taking from me what he wanted. He wasn’t cruel about his actions, just desperate for the release I was attempting to give him. He erupted in my mouth, his salty flavor exploding on my taste buds and sliding down my throat in hot, aggressive bursts. I moaned as his taste hit me, his hand leaving my hair, but I continued to swallow him, making sure I had drawn out every last drop. He began to twitch and groan as my tongue flicked across his sensitive and overstimulated tip.

Without warning, he climbed on top of me, pinning me beneath his body and capturing my mouth with his, his tongueremoving all traces of him from me. His hand cupped my hard cock, and I reached down to stop him, shaking my head as I interlaced his fingers and brought it to my chest.

“That was for you, not for me. I don’t want anything at this moment except to bring you pleasure. You’ve changed my life so much in such a short time. All I can do is show you my gratitude and please you.”

He looked at me momentarily before burying his face in my neck, nipping at the skin softly. “You could never displease me. You are a gift, Aidyn, one I never thought I’d receive.”

Aidyn

The last time I stayed over in Luke’s apartment, he had woken me up, taking what he wanted from me. Now, lying awake beside him as he still slept, I took what I wanted. He lay sprawled out on his stomach, his right leg hitched up between my thighs, facing me, and I drank in his profile. Being here beside him still felt like a dream. It has only been a few weeks, and my world has changed so much because he was in it. I couldn’t express this emotion properly, yet he was still here. Still wanted me.

His body changed, no longer relaxed with sleep, alerting me to the fact that he was awake before he pulled me closer to him,rolling onto his side and cuddling me. Our legs switched places, my knee going between his thighs as I wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggling against his chest. He gave a contented sigh, pulling me as close as he could without squeezing me. My Omega began to purr, his song filling the space.

“I will never grow tired of that sound,” Luke said, his voice thick with sleep.

I didn’t want to move. Even though our nest was small, being here in his arms was all my Omega needed. Luke had other plans. I protested as he pulled out of my grasp, the warmth of him leaving my body. He chuckled, kissing me before encouraging me to get out of bed. Luke was a nude sleeper, which meant that I got a gorgeous view of his firm ass as he dug through his dresser looking for clothing. He smirked at me before pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, and I let out another sound of disappointment.

The autumn rainy season had begun, and I was grateful that I had chosen to pack my favorite mauve chunky sweater, decorated with a set of tan buttons that went up the left side. It hung just a little past my ass and was made from a soft, fluffy yarn that felt nice against my skin, making me feel warm and cozy when I wore it. I typically paired it with black skinny jeans or leggings and a pair of boots, but I chose to leave the boots at home. The rain pounded heavily against Luke’s car, the windshield wipers working on overdrive as our first stop of the day was at a local coffee house near Luke’s apartment before he pulled into the parking lot of the nesting department store.

“We could’ve stayed home, you know,” I said, unbuckling my seat belt and grabbing my coffee. I put my thumb over the mouth hole so rain wouldn't get into the cup before I moved to open the door.

“Not gonna happen,” he said, grinning at me. “No need to cancel plans for a little water. Now, stay in the car until I get the umbrella open.”

“But it’s just a little water,” I mused, looking at him with a grin.

“Brat,”

He opened his car door and opened the large umbrella he had grabbed from the back seat before leaving the car. I grabbed his coffee from the center console, and together, we huddled under the umbrella until we reached the building's overhang. Closing the umbrella, he shook off as much of the rainwater as possible before pulling a trash bag from his hoodie pocket and placing the wet umbrella into the bag.

“Clever.”

“I thought so,” he said, grinning as if he were the only one who had ever come up with the idea.

I rolled my eyes and handed him back his coffee before he led us into the store. I was instantly overwhelmed by what I saw. I had never been in a store specifically designed for Omegas nesting; after all, I had never built a nest, so I hadn't really needed to. It was essentially a one-stop trip for anything I could need. Blankets and throws of different styles and materials lined the closest shelves to our right. Beyond that were pillows and other bedding, including special sheets for heats labeled as ‘slick resistant’. Stuffed animals of all sizes came beside candles, lighting, and clothing; every item had a tag with a number associated with the product. It was all too much, and anxiety began to take hold.

“This is a bad idea. Let’s go home. I’m happy with what I have.”

“Hey,” Luke responded softly, pulling me away from the door so we weren’t in the way of incoming customers.

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