Page 69 of Trust No Alpha
He groaned. His chest heaved.
Finally, the knot rose to just below the head of his cock and huge fountains of liquid burst forth, catching my lips and chin, running down over my hand and his shaft. I sucked the head, hoping to give him even more pleasure down this final stretch.
The knot deflated. I held his cock and rubbed it all over my face, spreading his emissions all over me.
It was messy and I loved it. I loved it more than I ever thought I would. Knotting was incredible. Our orgasms were minutes long, the pleasure continuing to build and build because of the knot. It didn’t happen every time, but when it did it was overwhelming.
Omegas couldn’t do it and hell, they were missing out, I thought. But then they had other areas of their bodies that gave them more pleasure. Their assholes made their own slick. We Alphas could not produce that. Plus, Omegas had pleasure points inside themselves we could never know. We had prostates, but they had even more sensitivity in every area of their hole.
I caressed Thorne’s balls as his erection decreased, and moved up his body.
He cupped my face, getting his fingers sticky. “ Kris, you—you—my God!”
“When you’re ready,” I said, “I want to do it again.”
Thorne made a strangled sound and reached into a drawer at the bedside table. I heard a sound like paper tearing. Then felt a soft cloth on my face. The thought that he kept wipes by his bedside endeared him to me even more. I bent low so he could wash me. He didn’t forget my hands, attending to each finger with care and a soft touch.
I was straddling him now and my cock throbbed where it rested against his belly.
“Next time, can we have just a tiny bit of light?”
Thorne burst out laughing and drew me down to him, kissing alongside my jaw until he reached my lips.
Our kisses exploded against each other as our mouths opened and our tongues dueled. My body vibrated with the intensity, my balls quivering.
I wanted everything with this man. I would not allow him to deter me no matter what.
His hands wrapped around my hips, pulling up and up until I grabbed the headboard for balance. Instinctively, I rocked my hips upward and his mouth closed over my cock.
I rocked back and forth as he milked me.
No knot formed this time but I didn’t care. It was intense and beautiful. I threw my head back and came hard down his throat as his hand kneaded my buttocks, pulling me ever closer to him.
Later, with Thorne wrapped about my body, I fell into a deep and restful sleep.
*
As I came around the side of the house, my boots crunching through leftover snow, the top story of my old home came into view.
The side of the top story that faced Thorne’s property had few windows and those were above eye level in the halls there, not bedrooms or offices. Thorne’s front yard had a rise that kept me hidden from the road, and from all view of the outside world. I felt free here to walk about. Safe.
I stood in the cold air, the sunlight blinding on the white mountaintops, and stared for awhile.
Somewhere inside that giant house my four brothers went about their daily tasks. I missed them, even Mathias who pissed me off more than anyone in my last days living there.
It had been weeks now. I wondered if they missed me. None of their messages I’d read talked much about me anymore.
Father’s messages that I could see were all business related. Over the past weeks, Trigg had sent a few messages to Mathias, who was at school now, asking if he still monitored my accounts. If he’d heard anything. Mathias would write back single word responses. “No.”
For the most part, it seemed they kept living on without much concern for me or my welfare. Not that I expected more. I was only an Omega to them, now. Irrelevant.
I heard the crunch of footsteps approaching.
Thorne walked up alongside me and gazed toward the mountains and my old home.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“That they barely looked for me.”
