Page 55 of Trust No Alpha
Kris bucked against him.
“Say it. That I may touch you. That I have your permission to give you release from the Burn.”
Kris’s lips opened, glistening. His eyelids fluttered, finally lifting and showing dark orbs that drew Thorne’s gaze even as he said in a strangled voice, “Yes, yes,” over and over.
Thorne’s fingertips brushed lightly at Kris’s cock which lay stiff against his stomach. Over the tip and along the underside his fingers skimmed.
Immediately, Kris arched up. He bent his knees and his legs spread as he leaned fully back onto Thorne’s robe-covered chest.
Gorgeous,Thorne thought.Beautiful. Radiant as sunlight on a silver lake.
Kris was a prize. His father had known it. Which was probably why he’d wanted to keep him, own him. Like a work of art. A masterpiece. But also to keep him safe.
Varian Vandergale may be an ass, but he was right about one thing. Alphas could not be trusted. Especially around such a man as Kris. Enticingly beautiful but not fully Omega, the worst Alphas would be tempted to treat him as even less of a man. Or like a Sylph, to be feared and locked away in an institution or worse.
“Kris,” Thorne said. “I’m going help you now. Try to relax. Let yourself go. This is a very natural thing.”
He stroked Kris’s stiff cock as Kris lifted his hips, exposing himself, presenting himself, not quite Alpha, not quite Omega, but filled with need.
Kris was damp with sweat and Thorne milked him easily, unable to look away from the beautiful sight, the pink tip flooding with clear moisture. The cock throbbed in his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and Kris cried out as white streams jetted out of him.
It hadn’t taken much for his first time. He’d been held back and repressed for too long.
Thorne’s cock twitched in empathy, in need, but he ignored it as he milked Kris until the spurts stopped.
“Uh, oh. Oh! Sorry!”
That Kris could be coherent enough to apologize was astounding.
“No apologies. Relax and let me help.”
Kris sighed, his weight pressing Thorne’s arm beneath him, and the side of his chest.
His hand moved to Kris’s balls, gently massaging, soothing.
Kris moaned and tossed his head. One hand reached up and clutched Thorne’s upper arm, digging in.
As was normal during the Burn, first Burn or otherwise, the erection did not go down. For Thorne, an erection was nearly constant during his Burns. Even after his blackouts, he would come to still hard, and need more stimulation to keep himself clear-minded enough to remember to eat and drink.
For Kris, they had only just begun.
Thorne massaged his balls, thighs and abdomen. Kris responded in such lovely ways, his cock head flushed and dripping, his chest heaving, his mouth open and his eyes shut so tight the long lashes pressed a line into his cheeks. He rubbed his chin and the side of his face in Kris’s thick golden hair, inhaling him and sending his own mind spinning.
The mating urge—more than simple lust—outside the Burn had never happened to him before. But he had it now. The desire was more than sufficient. He had to tamp it down. It wouldn’t be fair to Kris who wouldn’t understand it in this moment anyway. He would not try to bond him. He didn’t know if he’d even be able to since Kris was not fully Omega. It would be worse than rape.
But he could ease the Burn for him. That he could continue to do, andwoulddo because he cared for Kris.
“I—I need something. Oh fuck.” Kris bucked. “It’s too much.”
Thorne’s gaze traveled from his face down to his hard cock. His free hand cupped Kris’s balls, assessing the tension. They were tightly drawn and the base of Kris’s cock was affected.
Thorne wrapped his hand around the base, testing. Yes, there it was. Kris’s first knot was forming. And so quickly!
He squeezed slightly and Kris cried out in a low, long tone. The pleasure of the Alpha knot was like nothing else. Omegas did not knot, but they had other things going for them. But Alphas were at the mercy of this manifestation when the mating urge became imperative.
It was a soul-deep need, more than just about getting off. It could make Alphas drunk or crazy, or because of the rare condition Thorne suffered from, black out. The blackouts were frightening to Thorne mainly because he could not know if the urges in his body continued on auto-pilot, and not being conscious of his actions, he feared hurting another the way he had hurt Ian. He had not known Ian was in distress, and had continued to fuck him well into his blackout. When he’d awakened, Ian was dead. The doctors said Ian had died of natural causes from a weak heart, but Thorne took full responsibility.
With Kris, though, he could safely assist. Thorne wasn’t in the Burn. He wasn’t going to black out.
