Page 59 of Trust No Alpha
His first robe had been soaked by the shower he’d given Kris, and he’d changed into another after that. Now, running out of robes, he slid into a pair of sweats and a white, short-sleeved t-shirt. He stayed barefoot, then padded downstairs to make sure the heat was on. It was for himself, not Kris. Kris didn’t feel the cold right now. He might happily rut in the snow if Thorne allowed it.
When he returned to the guest bedroom, Kris was awake, the covers pushed aside, his cock hard against his belly again. He looked up, hand stilling where he was touching himself, and immediately his face flushed. After everything they’d done that night, Thorne wanted to laugh.
He came forward, happy to see that Kris didn’t flinch when he reached out and ran his hand down Kris’s bare shoulder.
“Ready to play some more?”
“Play?” Kris asked, frowning.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I love this. I love pleasure with you. Is that wrong?”
Kris kept his frown but finally shook his head. Thorne understood. Kris didn’t fully trust him yet. He had not figured it would be easy.
As if in answer, Kris scooted over without protest, allowing Thorne to sit beside him on the bed.
Thorne had a sudden urge kiss Kris, but held back. Several times in the night, he’d wanted to. Even after sucking Kris’s cock, it felt too intimate, which seemed ironic to him. But there it was. That feeling. The urge to kiss. And the desperate anxiety to wait. Wait.
He reached out and tipped Kris’s chin up so Kris would look at him. “I want you to know I will do whatever you need. I’ve never had another man inside me, but even that.”
“No!” Kris’s eyes widened. “You’re not Omega. It would hurt you!”
Thorne let out a chuckle. “Many Alphas can take pleasure from physical stimulation that way.”
“That’s not what I was taught.” Kris continued to shake his head. “I wouldn’t be able to control, either. No. Just no.”
“Hmm.” Thorne brushed his hand down Kris’s stomach. “More of the same, then?”
Kris fell back onto the pillows, head turning away as he said, softly, “I love it when you suck me.”
Thorne began again by licking the sweet, pink head as Kris, unable to hold back, thrust up and into his mouth.
Chapter Twenty
Kris
Thorne’s eyes roving over my body. Thorne’s hands. His body warm against mine. And ah damn that mouth. That mouth.
He really knew what to do with it.
My cock had been comforted more times by that mouth in the past day and a half than I could count. Always warm and wet. The lips plush against my sensitive skin. The tongue going everywhere, all over, up and down, over the head, delicately licking the hole. And when he sucked long and hard, up and down my shaft, it was so very perfect.
I couldn’t stop wanting him. I couldn’t stop knotting and coming for him.
Sometimes, after my knot fully released, he would take his mouth away from my sensitive flesh and suck my balls. I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming, it felt so good.
I knew what orgasms were. But I never thought this would be so… so utterly heart-stopping. It almost made me want to hold onto the Burn and never come out of it. It was amazing. And Thorne, well, he was my savior once I got over my hesitation and shame, once I got over the worry that he took care of me out of pity and for no other reason.
He called me sweetheart, which took me right out of reality and into a fantasy world where we were a bonded, mated pair. I imagined it. But I kept those thoughts secret from him, of course.
When he offered me his body, I wanted it so badly I almost said yes. It had never been so hard for me to turn away from something in my whole life. I wanted him. My cock wanted inside him. Wanted to mate. To fuck.
But no, no. It couldn’t be. We weren’t right to be mated. I wasn’t Omega so it probably wouldn’t work. And he needed an Omega who could give him a true life as a bondmate some day when he decided he might want that again. He did not need me, mostly Alpha, my Omega parts not working, barren.
I woke from another short nap. It was late afternoon of the second day of my Burn.
My first thought was,Where is Thorne?
I listened hard through the silence of the house and heard distant kitchen noises. I smelled roasted chicken, herbs along with a little garlic in there somewhere.
