Page 12 of His Unicorn Alpha
I was a terribly cowardly dragon. I blamed the hormones coursing through my body.
Sadly, I couldn’t blame them for the choices I had made to begin with.
Not that I ultimately regretted the decision itself.
I’d always wanted children of my own. Whether to save my species or not, I wanted babies. I wanted to watch them grow and learn and explore. I wanted to experience the wonder of seeing the world through new, pure perspectives. I wanted someone to love unconditionally and to be loved in return. I wanted purpose and happiness.
By breaking oaths and the trust of the people around me, I had hopefully secured those dreams for myself. I couldn’t possibly regret that.
But I could regret that it was going to hurt people.
There was a saying: you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. That’s how this felt. I wasn’t sure I quite liked the metaphor, seeing as my eggs being whole and accounted for as they grew into healthy fetuses and then children was kind of the point, but it was the best analogy my scrambled mind could come up with.
No, that was not an intentional egg pun.
Gods, I was going mad.
The guilt was getting to me.
Think of the babies,I told myself firmly.Think of why you are doing this.
My hand drifted to my tiny bump. I couldn’t wait until I could feel them moving, until I could be reassured by their presence inside me.
Theywerethe reason I had done what I did. No matter what happened, I needed to remember that.
The dreams started that night. They were vivid, but I couldn’t recall them when I woke. They left me achingly hard and dripping with slick — not a sensation I was used to anymore, despite being an omega.
On the third morning of it happening, Ineededto sate the desire. I was desperate to be filled and fucked. In the stillness of the house I had purchased years earlier, though it was too large for just me alone, I closed my eyes and reached beneath the waistband of my pajama pants. I slept without underwear, preferring the extra breathing room, and as I bypassed my aching cock, I slid my fingers beyond my taint and to my wet hole.
I whined as I circled the rim, spreading my slick and teasing myself with the light touch. I imagined long, tanned fingers in place of my somewhat chunky pale ones. Then I pressed inside and caught his forbidden name before I could sigh it out loud in my relief.
It was wrong to think of him —I did not have the right, especially with the secret I was concealing— but I could not stop myself.
The position I held was awkward, my frame too bulky to properly pleasure myself, and I withdrew my fingers after only a couple of unsatisfying thrusts. In the pre-dawn darkness of my bedroom, I rifled through my nightstand for the toy which would hopefully dull the desperate need building inside me, grateful for its long, curved handle.
With my prize secured, I kicked my pajamas off beneath the thin blanket and then spread my legs like the wanton beast I was. Lying back, I notched the blunt head of the toy at my hole, not requiring any more lube than the slick I was leaking, and slid it inside me.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, relishing the sensation, imagining warm flesh instead of flesh-simulation silicon, “fuck yes, just like that.”
I did not want to acknowledge who I imagined I was speaking to, but it was more satisfying to imagine a long, lean body hovering over my bulk, lovingly rocking in and out of my slippery passage.
I readjusted the toy and nudged my prostate. Curved up against my belly, my cock dribbled precum while I felt myself release a rush of slick at the sudden burst of pleasure from the toy.
“M—” my breathing hitched and I bit down on my tongue, refusing to say his name, “Mmmm.”
I writhed in my bed, fucking myself on the toy, imagining long, sand-toned hair brushing my skin as fantasy kisses were pressed to my lips, my cheeks, my jaw…
“Fuck,” I growled again as the fantasy cock pressed against my prostate, “there, darling.There.” It nudged the spot over and over again, and I grunted and growled with every sparking touch to that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Mi—” No. I couldn’t. This fantasy man couldn’t have a name. “M-my darling,fuck, yes, perfect…”
Imagining his hand in place of my own, I teased at my still-sensitive nipples and then down my furry chest and soft, growing belly. Then I grasped my own cock and—
“Oh,fuck, I’m coming!” I warned my imaginary lover, my back arching from the mattress as I coated my own hand and stomach with cum. As my hole spasmed around the toy inside me, copious amounts of slick spilled down my ass cheeks and onto the sheets beneath me.
I discarded the toy carelessly at me side, on the empty space where I wished my imaginary lover would collapse and join me in the gentle come down from our mutual orgasms. I was sticky, wet, and even though I was physically satisfied, my racing heart felt empty and sad.
I lamented that I had given in that time. The dreams were my punishment, after all.
I knew that Micah’s presence was to blame. Even though we hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even gotten close to each other, just locking gazes was enough to trigger…this.Whatever this was.
