Page 74 of His Unicorn Alpha
I led Micah into our bedroom and closed the door, then slammed him bodily against its painted surface. He barely had time to let out a stunned “oof” before my mouth was slanted over his, my lips demanding he open for me.
I couldn’t recall ever feeling so needy, not even when we had bonded, or the night I had gone into labor. As soon as our mouths connected, it was as though my veins were filled with lava. Arousal simmered in my blood and heated my skin. Mycock surged to life, and I felt my slick spilling from me and into my underwear.
I tore at his clothes, not caring if I destroyed the fabric. I had endless resources: I would buy him more and tear those from his body as well.
“Whoa, sugar,” he pulled his mouth from mine, turning his face to breathe. I attacked his neck, sucking at the smooth, flawless skin, leaving marks in my wake. “I know it’s been a while, but…”
I whined and rubbed my erection into his thigh. “I…I need…” My brain was scrambled, thoughts pushed aside for primal urges. The ache inside me was becoming painful. I whined again.
Even though I could feel his answering arousal, through the bond and through his pants, Micah’s concern broke through the fog of lust enveloping me.
“This isn’t just pent-up horniness, Bran,” he said, bringing a hand up to gently stroke my face, his fingers brushing over scales which I had not realized had erupted over my skin. “You’re warm to touch —warmer than usual— and…” he chuckled, then removed his hand from my face, gripping at my hips instead, “baby, you’re still rubbing off on my leg.”
Sure enough, I had been grinding into him, seeking friction while my body begged to be filled and knotted and—oh.
“I…I think I may be in heat,” I admitted. The frantic desire inside me, the fire in my veins and infusing my skin, the insane amount of slick I was producing; it all added up.
Gently pushing me to take a step back, Micah frowned. “That’s soon, isn’t it? You only gave birth a few months ago.”
“There are not any set rules for these things,” I fought to think rationally, struggling against the burning and the now painful urge to submit to my alpha. “For Ollie, it took almost a year before his first post-natal heat. For Day…maybe six months?” I frowned back at my mate. “Why…why are you not affected? Tohear the others tell it, their alphas fall into rut with them. But you…”
Was I somehow defective? Were the pheromones I was sending out not actually compatible with my alpha after all?
"No, sugar, I am. I'm struggling here." To punctuate his point, he adjusted himself, and his sinfully long eyelashes fluttered closed as he allowed himself the moment of relief. “But I’m trying to shield it from you because…” He paused and licked his lips, swallowing roughly before he met my gaze. His eyes were blown wide with the same level of lust coursing through me. “Because we need to talk about this.”
I did not want to talk. I wanted to fuck.
I whined.
“I know,” he placated, reaching for me, and the touch of his hand on my skin was simultaneously a soothing balm and a jolt to my nerves, “but you’re not on the pill, and we don’t have condoms. If we do this…if we give in to the heat and the rut…”
I bit back another whine. My omega wanted nothing more than to bend over and be bred by his alpha. My alpha.Ouralpha.
But it would not be fair to take that choice from him a second time.
Wrestling for control of my urges, I nodded. “You are correct,” the words almost hurt to say, clashing with the instincts building in my gut and in my psyche, “I…I won’t force you…”
“What? No,” Micah gathered me into his arms and I breathed in his scent. The electric alpha buzz was tempered by the near sweetness of his breed. It tugged at my desperation, but I refused to give in. I still had free will, and so did he. “Sugar, you’ve barely recovered from having the girls. I’m not stalling because I don’t want more kids. I’m stalling because I’m worried it’s too soon to put your body through all of that again.”
“Oh.” Relief washed over me, causing my knees to buckle. “I…Micah, I am fine. More than fine. I…” Brushing my hand overmy stomach, I sighed. “I amsofterthan I was prior to the girls. And there are stretch marks, and…well, my body is not as aesthetically pleasing, but I am perfectly healthy. Perhaps even healthier than I was when I implanted their embryos, because I am more physically active and I am more conscious of nutrition now, but…it would be okay. I could…” I licked my lips, still trying to ignore the raging inferno inside me. It was not easy, especially not with the topic of conversation mirroring my body’s demands. “Another pregnancy…another baby…it would be okay.”
“Yeah?” his tone was breathless.Awed.
Was it possible he wanted the same things I did? Not just because of the heat and rut telling us we did, but because we truly envisioned the same future together?
And why wouldn’t we?I wondered.He is my fated mate.
“With my age, and the fact that I am still chestfeeding, there is a possibility the heat won’t take,” I told him. “But…yes. My body could handle it. And my heart…” I swallowed, my breathing hitching as I confessed, “my heart wants it, Micah.”
“So does mine.” I barely had a moment to process his reply before he was guiding me onto our bed, his mouth possessing mine in such an alpha display of dominance, it took my breath away.
Our clothes went flying, and the simple press of his naked skin over mine eased the pain of my heat.
“Jesus,” he whispered against my mouth when his fingers sought out my entrance, “you really need my cock, don’t you, sugar?”
I was certain my slick was making a mess of the bedding, but I did not care. We would do worse before my heat eased up, I was certain of it.
“Please, alpha,” I arched my back, silently willing him to fill me up and fuck me, “please.”
