Page 91 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
“The contraceptives you received at Zilly’s were in your food. You haven’t eaten that food in almost two weeks. You could also become pregnant.”
Silence for a moment. Then, “I would be honored to carry your child.”
It was hard for me to believe him, after all he’d fought to maintain his sanity, and his not-so-secret rage against Alphas.
I sat up, shifting him on my lap. My cock pulsed and I could not hold back a groan.
“You must promise me if it hurts, if you feel there might be damage, to tell me right away. I will stop. I can stop. I’m not a crazed Alpha in the Burn. Do you understand? You must tell me. I won’t have you suffer. I won’t knot you if you can’t take it.”
“I will tell you.”
By the sound of those words, I knew he wouldn’t.
I sighed.
He grabbed the lube from my hand. “You talk so so much,” he said. “Just love me, Ori. It will work. I know it will.”
He was only five years younger than I, but it seemed like more. He was so young. He thought he knew so much, and after what he’d been through, I’ll admit he knew more than most Omegas his age. But neither of us could know for sure that this would work between us. The mating. The bonding.
“May I?” he asked, reaching across the bed toward the lamp. “I want to see you.”
“I would like it,” I replied. I wanted to see him, too.
He turned on the lamp, which cast the room in golden sheen.
I gripped his waist as he turned until his back was to me. Then he bent before me, letting me see him as I never had, his buttocks parting, his body waiting.
He was slim and young, so his crack was narrow, already revealing the beauty of him, his entrance, his tiny brownish-pink bud surrounded by a thin frame of short, dark hair.
Omegas made their own lubricant within their bodies, but never enough for an Alpha Burn. For that, they needed extra.
I held the lube in my hand and started to open it, but on impulse set it aside for the moment and leaned forward. I put my hands on his upper thighs, my fingers rising to spread him further, bent my head and ran my tongue from his tailbone to his balls.
He drew in a sharp breath.
I then tongued his sweet pink bud, teasing it over and over, poking my tongue inside as far as I could get it.
His body shuddered.
“Ori!’”
As I tongued him and lightly sucked, I put one of my hands between his legs and caressed his balls. I moved it further up and felt he was already hard.
I pulled his long cock back and lowered my head from his crack. I could see the reddened tip in the lamplight, wet and leaking, and from behind him I sucked it into my mouth.
He lowered his head just as I heard him wail into a pillow.
My own cock dripped in empathy.
I sucked him until I felt he could take no more and when I let go his cock bobbed back between his legs and up against his belly. I laved his crack again, then pulled back to open the lube. I spread it liberally over his hole and on my fingers and cock.
Slowly, I oiled him up, pressing the tip of my forefinger gently into him. His muscles sucked it in. He made no protest of pain or other difficulty.
I tried to take my time and not hurry, but my cock ached. I wanted to be inside him now. I wanted to mate him. The instinct vibrated through me stronger than I’d ever felt.
Two fingers went into him. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Stretching me is not painful so far. If done slow and right, it shouldn’t be for any Omega.”
