Page 73 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
Where I wanted to go wasn’t far. I was young and strong. I flew up the staircase and took him to my own rooms where we spent most of our time together now.
I nearly tripped. He wouldn’t let my head up so I couldn’t see where I was going.
But we made it to my bed intact. I placed him gently upon the covers and hovered over him, my hands at his shirt and the waist of his trousers.
Holland didn’t hesitate to do the same for me, undressing me quickly, and took his time caressing me as I knelt before him, looking down at him. He and I had no worry, or qualm, that it always ended up with him on top.
When we were both naked, Holland reached up to touch my cheek, as he often did now, perhaps as if to test that I was solid and real. His hand was so warm and soft, cupping me with a reverence that shone in his flashing eyes.
His other hand delved lower to hard flesh and gripped, moving up and down my shaft. A loud groan escaped my throat.
I sat back, letting his hand have more access, but it was too much. I needed to last. I wanted him ready. I wanted him in me. I couldn’t get enough.
I scooted quickly down and gripped his own hardness, pulling it up straight from his body before tonguing the head. Then I drew him into my mouth and felt his entire body tense, then go limp as I sucked him.
When I felt him harden even more, and tasted the sweetness that started to pour out of him, I lifted up and off him. “My turn. Make me ready. I want you in me.”
One dark eyebrow quirked against errant, shining bangs. His gaze raked me up and down. “You look ready now.”
I turned onto my side and he rolled on top of me, pushing me until I was all the way on my back.
I spread my legs, perhaps a little too eager. But who could be too eager with him? He was amazing, and it was all too obvious I’d fallen for him. He knew it. I knew it. Though no exchange of those magic words had yet happened.
I had always hoped to find an Omega like him. The private houses ministered to my desires when I was in the Burn, but even so, many in the world thought what I wanted and craved from an Omega was an aberration. To be filled by my lover, to be taken. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t Alpha-like.
I opened to him readily, because I wanted it, because for me it felt natural. I had taken Holland into me that first time as if it were meant to be. My body naturally drew him in, needing him, craving more. I actually knotted while being penetrated by him that first time.
Had Holland noticed? He had not said a word about that aspect of my sexual response. I worried it could unnerve him, so I’d held back since. But I couldn’t control the desire to knot forever.
Holland knelt between my thighs and touched me everywhere. I swelled, pulsed and throbbed for him in a way I’d never experienced with any other Omega.
He kissed me first on the mouth, then on the chest—tonguing my nipples—and moved further down. His slick fingers found my entrance and did their magical dance. My cock bobbed up as he licked all the way down the underside, then up again, taking the head into his mouth.
I trembled all over.
“Please.” I didn’t care if I was begging. I didn’t care about anything except him. Everything about him was luscious, alluring and special.
He knew from past bedroom escapades that if he sucked me too long and too hard I’d come fast and what I really wanted was to come with him inside me.
He laughed as I begged, coming up to kiss me again and placing himself against my opening. I thrust up as he pushed and everything was perfect, gliding, hot and sweet.
I curved my arms around him and held him as his slim hips moved. It was exquisite torture of a fine and pure pleasure I’d known with no one but him.
I felt like I held a sleek and feral mink-boy in my arms, a boy whose wiry strength and small build fit inside me to perfection, and whose coolness and sly critiques of the world thrilled me beyond romance and into my soul.
He drenched me in ecstasy.
Moving faster as he sensed my impending orgasm, Holland took me in hand and stroked.
I lifted my head and shoulders off the bed as I came. He pumped for a few more seconds, and I felt the surge of heat deep inside as he filled me up.
His hand continued to stroke and that was when I felt it.
The knot began to form at the base of my cock.
I could not keep my body from writhing.
Holland pulled out of me with a slow, sweet tug and lifted himself so he could look down. “This happened once before,” he said. “Does it mean you need--”
