Page 59 of His Temporary Alpha Mate
Then he moved. With each pulse of his hips I wanted to sob.
“So good!” I cried. There were actual tears. I’d never imagined it would feel this good. “More!”
Over and over he thrust inside me, filling the room with the sounds of slapping skin and grunts.
The heat, which had banked while Larken pleasured me, spiked as I felt that need for a knot. His cock was great, each time he thrust inside me he was hitting my prostate, but soon it just wasn’t enough. I needed his come, his knot, and the stretch it would bring.
Larken’s pace quickened as his orgasm neared. He reached for my neglected cock to stroke it. Just the barest touch of his fingers made me shudder and come over the sheets.
“Oh, fuck!” Lark groaned with pleasure as his knot swelled, and finally he came inside me.
“I hope we make a baby,” was my last consciousthought.
Over about forty-eight hours—we had to time it, for science—we had sex dozens of times. There were peaks and lulls as the heatwaves came and went.
Larken was a devoted partner. He shoved water and snacks at me whenever he could. One time he had me bent over the bed but still had the presence of mind to chuck me a granola bar for my breakfast.
We used all the hot water when we mistimed a wave and got caught at a high point in the shower. Larken had been washing me carefully. He wanted to use a salve on my poor abused asshole, but I had doubled over with a cramp, then gone to my knees in need for cock.
When it was clear sucking him wasn’t enough to give me relief, Larken pinned me to the tiled shower wall and railed me until I cried with joy.
If we didn’t get pregnant this time, then I was going to enjoy a second heat with my mate for sure. We learned so much about what I could take now that I was an omega.
There was a point where I was probably at the highest peak of my heat. Larken had already knottedme and hadn’t recovered enough to knot me again when the wave hit again. I was wailing with need. None of the toys I had were doing the job.
So Larken fisted me, he had his whole hand in there, until I came in his mouth.
The hormones were blissful as I felt my heat waning. I’d read they were supposed to help bond an alpha and omega, which was kind of sweet, really.
We made love then. Slow, sweet, with lots of kisses and gentle touches. It did something to my heart I wasn’t ready to examine.
All I knew was I had been lucky my first heat was with Larken.
Living Arrangements
Larken
“Well, your results have come back and I have to say being mated really seems to suit you,” Ívarr remarked as he and Teagan studied their tablets.
“Yeah?” I sat in a pretty comfortable armchair in Ívarr’s office at the testing center as they scrutinized my test results. They had asked both of us to come in after Dalton’s heat to check that everything had gone smoothly.
“You sustained injuries before Dalton’s heat, including a hairline skull fracture, correct?” Ívarr kept almost frowning at what he saw on the screen. The elf wasn’t the most emotive at the best of times, so it was difficult to read him.
“I did.” The elf was worrying me. Was there something off with my results despite apparently being healthy?
“Hmm…”
“Whatdoes that mean?” My lizard sat up and growled. He was not a fan of the scientist or this room we were stuck in. He wanted to check on our mate.
“I’d like to get some further tests done on you. A CT scan, for starters.”
“Ívarr, judging by his elevated heart rate, I think you are upsetting Larken. He doesn’t understand.” Teagan’s smile was sweet yet sympathetic. I wondered how much of her job was translating for Ívarr. Her presence certainly made things easier.
“Oh! Apologies, Larken. Have you had any magic performed on you aside from the healing Aldrin did?” Ívarr’s pale blue eyes settled on me. It was disconcerting. That, coupled with the additional questions, had me ready to leap off my seat and leave.
“No,” I answered warily.
Only Aldrin had healed me, with Hiroshi focusing his abilities on Rudi and Ricky. Aside from the old injuries he couldn’t treat due to his pregnancy, they had superficial things to heal. Their biggest problem was dehydration and malnutrition, thanks to weeks in hiding.
