Page 33 of His Unicorn Alpha
“Oh my god,” I breathed, closing my eyes when he began to suck and bob his head. “That feels…nnngh.”
He hummed around my cock, presumably in pride or agreement, and the vibrations made the tingly feeling which I was beginning to associate with my knot start to tickle the base of my shaft.
I wasn’t accustomed to getting such enthusiastic blow jobs. I hadn’t lived a life without head, but it was usually an afterthought, or a half-hearted, quick and easy way to get me off if I didn’t come during sex. But with Brandt, I could feel how much he wanted to do this for me.Withme. His arousal and enjoyment were obvious, not only through the bond, but through his actions themselves.
I glanced down my body to watch him, to take in the dark eyelashes resting on his cheeks as he lost himself to his ministrations.
He was gorgeous.
He was gorgeous, and he wasmine.
“Shit,” I cursed, my back arching from the bed at the delicious suction, “I’m fucking close already…”
He hummed again as a sense of satisfaction traveled through the bond and I groaned, one of my hands moving to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his dark tresses.
“B-Brandt,” my breath caught on his name. “Sugar, I’m…oh, fuck, just like that…”
He slurped as he bobbed, and he twirled his tongue around my dick like it was a lollipop or a popsicle or—
“Fuck!” I cried out as he took the whole thing into his mouth again without warning, and I felt my balls meet his chin. I knew that in and of itself wasn’t exactly hard to do, but those thoughts filtered away as he swallowed around the head of my cock. The suction and the relatively new sensations, combined with the enjoyment I could feel through the bond, made my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh, god,” I groaned, no longer able to prevent the inevitable, “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m…unnnggh.”
I slammed my head back onto the pillow as I came down his throat, and then the tingling started up for real. “Pull off,” I demanded. “M-my knot…”
I didn’t know how large my knot could possibly be, but I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in his mouth, with his jaw unable to open wide enough to release me. I doubted that was really a possibility, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Brandt seemed to gag before he pulled away, but as I looked down to check on him, shock rocketed through me.
I hadn’t seen my knot the previous day, as the two times I had knotted Brandt, I had been buried as deeply inside of his body as possible. But now I was getting a good look at it and—
“Holy shit,” I blurted, staring wide-eyed at my dick as though I’d never seen it before. Because, technically, I hadn’t. Not like this. “What…?”
The bulbous swell of the knot, I had expected. The extra length, on the other hand…
“How is it bigger?” I demanded, reaching to grasp it, then slamming my eyes shut as I remembered belatedly just how sensitive the knot was. Cum spurted somewhat weakly over my hand and I watched, fascinated, as the practically entirely-new-to-me appendage twitched and dribbled out the last of my most recent orgasm. I looked at Brandt, knowing he could probably feel the spike of mixed emotions inside me. “Did…did either of the others…?”
My omega shook his head. “Neither Beck or Rex mentioned anything changing other than the knot itself.” After a beat, he cautiously added, “However, Brandi’s body changed significantly…”
Looking back down at my still rock hard, still significantly larger than usual dick, I sighed. “I guess it probably needs to be a certain size to knot properly, or whatever.”
It was strange, but for as many years as I’d lamented how small I was, it seemed like even more of an insult from fate that my dick had to magically grow to accommodate my mate’s needs. I’d genuinely believed that my body was enoughfor Brandt…but, apparently, it was only enough because it had grown without either of us knowing it.
“Whatever it is you are thinking, you need to stop,” his voice dragged me from my musings with a growl. When I blinked and focused on him, he was scowling.
Why did that expression make him look even hotter?
“I was just—”
“Assuming I only enjoy having you inside me after your knot forms?”
It was a scarily close guess to what I had been thinking. Swallowing roughly, I tried again, “I—”
“You would be wrong if that was the case,” he continued, crawling back up the mattress until we were face-to-face again. “I know that you do not know me well enough to believe me, but I am not so shallow that the size of your cock makes a difference to me one way or the other. Do I enjoy your knot? Yes. Did I enjoy riding you before we knew if you would even be able to knot me? Also yes. You are perfect as you are in every possible way, Micah. But you are most likely correct that it changes purely to facilitate the size of the knot.” Then he smirked. “Besides, none of that makes any difference to how you will feel impaled on my cock, does it?”
Just like that, I was completely distracted. Because, really, he was right, wasn’t he? We’d known that if I was an alpha, my body would change during sex. I couldn’t control that, and the sex had been phenomenal even before I popped my first knot.
And speaking of phenomenal sex…
“I’m ready for you any time, sugar,” I told him, reaching down to stroke the appendage in question. He hadn’t come yet, and I felt like I had been an inconsiderate lover. “Do you have lube?”
