Page 34 of His Unicorn Alpha
He nodded, jutting his chin towards the nightstand. I released him to go digging around in the drawer, smirking at the toys inhis limited collection. We could have fun with those. But, for the moment, we had each other’s bodies to explore thoroughly first.
I tossed him the bottle and he opened the cap with a satisfyingsnap.
“How do you want me?” I asked him, spreading my legs in invitation.
“Like this,” he said, waving his hand over me. “I want to be able to see you.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He bent to kiss me and I melted for him, more than happy to let my big, brawny omega take the lead. I reached between us to stroke his dick again, thrilling at the jolts of pleasure that echoed through our bond.
It was all I could do not to whimper and complain when he pulled away, but then his lubed fingers were nudging my hole and I had to grip the pillows behind my head to prevent myself from reaching for my cock. I’d only experienced stimulation to my knot twice before, but I knew that if I bumped it now, I would probably regret it.
I relaxed into the stretch and burn of Brandt opening me up, letting go of the pillow with one hand so I could slide my fingers into his silky dark hair instead. I watched the movement of his large bicep as he fucked me with his fingers, and I marveled at how stunning he was.
His large, hairy body, with its softening pecs and soft belly, was my favorite kind of catnip. The silvery specks in his goatee and through his hair made my mouth water. And those eyes! Such a deep, dark brown that they were almost black. I swore they could see into my soul.
“Get inside me,” I demanded when the desperation to connect with him became too much to bear. “Now, sugar.”
“Gods, you know what that endearment does to me,” he muttered, but he did as told regardless, withdrawing his fingersand positioning his thick, slicked-up cock at my entrance. He groaned as he nudged his way in, and the pleasure inside me seemed to double as I felt his echoing mine through the connection between us.
That was still going to take some getting used to.
“Fuck,” I cursed when he pulled out and slammed back in without warning, making my cock bounce against my lower abdomen — a wholly novel sensation. But I wasn’t able to focus on the strangeness of that feeling for long, because the movement also stimulated my knot, forcing another short orgasm out of me.
It bordered on painful, and Brandt moaned as it ricocheted through the bond. “That is…intense,” he mused through panted breaths.
I nodded and carefully gripped my shaft above the knot, hoping to prevent it from bouncing against me with his next thrust. “But fucking awesome,” I replied. “Keep…keep going. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that, sweetheart. Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”
“Youfeel good,” he told me, his voice strained as he carefully closed the space between us —probably afraid of jostling my knot— and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. He continued to rock his hips, resting his forehead against mine as he confessed, “I’m close. Too close.”
I shook my head. “No such thing. Come for me, sugar. Come for your alpha.”
I felt the moment he lost control, the spike of bliss rocketing around the magic that tied us together. As he cried out his release with a loud, growly “Fuck!”, I felt it as a multi-sensational experience.
Even without touching my knot, I came again, pushed over the edge by the phantom orgasm which didn’t actually belong to me. When I opened my eyes, it was to find Brandt's dark pair staringintently at me, warmth and awe painted on his face. He brought a trembling hand to the side of my face and stroked my cheek tenderly with his thumb.
No words needed to be said as we took a moment to bask in the afterglow of this first for us — the first time my omega was inside me, making my inner alpha sing. The first time of many, if I had my way.
Brandt pulled out and flopped down at my side, working to catch his breath. Resting his head on my sweaty shoulder, he pressed lazy kisses onto my skin. I kissed the top of his tousled hair, nuzzling my cheek over the top of his head.
“That was most certainly the right kind of motivation for waking early,” his voice rumbled through his chest, and I chuckled.
“I’m happy to motivate you any time, sugar.”
“Are we going to talk about it?” Beck’s voice startled me. I turned from where I was re-packing my suitcase on the bed inside the guest room I had been staying in and found my former roommate leaning casually against the doorframe.
“About the alpha thing?” I asked him easily, still finding it all a bit surreal.
After our morning spentmotivatingeach other, Brandt finally admitted that he did have work to do at the clinic, and I knew I needed to head back to Beck and Ollie’s to gather my things and, also, thank my friends for their hospitality. I also knew thatBeck and Sandy would want to talk about the huge and sudden changes I was making in my life, but neither had been around when I let myself inside the house.
Beck crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed’s mattress, making my suitcase bounce. “Yeah, about the alpha thing,” he agreed, matching my light tone. Then he cocked his head and looked up at me. “But also about the bonding thing. And the baby thing. Because, I gotta tell you, man, I wasn’t expecting…” he trailed off.
I understood where he was coming from. A few years earlier, when he had told me and Sandy about his impending parenthood, I had reacted with shock on his behalf. But back then the whole concept of alphas existing, of magical bonds being more than simple legends or slowly-forgotten history, had been mind-blowing on its own. Now, it was rare, but not a complete anomaly. Even so, I had embraced the idea of my omega carrying my babies with a lot less freaking out than me-of-three-years-earlier would have, and we both knew it.
“Yeah, well, he’s my omega,” I shrugged and rolled a pair of jeans up into a neat cylinder shape, placing it into the open case beside him. “I realized that if I wanted him, I needed to be okay with everything that comes with that.”
“Yeah, but…triplets, Mike. Twins have been…” he shuddered, then looked instantly shamefaced. “I mean, I love my kids, don’t get me wrong. But…two has been rough, and you’re havingthree. And you didn’t even—”
