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I wiggled my fingers and pushed them deeper, stroking everywhere they would reach.
“Oh.” The word burst from him. “That’s good!”
Omegas experienced pleasure centers inside them Alphas did not. They were finely sensitive along the top wall, of course, and the prostate, but also the bottom and sides. The sensitivity and pleasure increased as the walls were stimulated through pressure and stroking. An Alpha knot should be pleasurable for Omegas, but it remained to be seen for damaged ones like Holland.
I continued to stroke him, moving my fingers in and out. He began to move his hips a little, back and forth for a minute. His hips gave a little swirl.
“You like it,” I commented.
“I hate it because it’s so good.”
That made me smile, though my concern for him would never vanish. Not in this position.
“I’m ready,” he declared a few seconds later, head coming up and body turning fast, then pushing me against my chest until I toppled backward onto the pillows and blankets.
His thighs rubbed against mine as he straddled me, moving up along my body, dragging his ass against my cock, his knees poking against my hips.
My body jerked in pleasure. My cock bobbed up and he caught it, giving it a few good strokes that made me tilt my head back and press hard into the pillow.
“Look at me,” he commanded, haughty, himself again, chin high. He gave me a wry grin and curled his fingers tight about the base of my cock, holding me as he lowered himself over it.
I rocked my chin forward and watched him, the dark, slim feral boy in my bed, sheets of glossy hair pitching forward into his eyes and scraping his cheeks, eyes like pinpoints of dark-blue light pinning me into submission.
I felt the tip of my cock against his loose and open hole slip into his heat, passing the rigid muscles which gripped me with fine and measured strength.
His face contorted once, and for that moment I thought he would stop.
But he kept going and I slid right into him to the hilt.
I let out a pinched yell as the fires of utter bliss surrounded me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Holland
I loved the feel of his cock going into me. And because of the past I hated it. But I was no longer thinking of the past as my inner channel quivered in pleasure. I took the top position, which I always preferred with Ori, and controlled every aspect of this act. This union. This lovemaking.
My own cock pointed up, rigid and long, and waved up and down as I began to move.
It was awkward at first so I leaned forward, my hands on Ori’s chest, to get my balance. He reached up and ran his hands down my arms, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Watch me.” My voice husky. Shivery.
“I cannot take my eyes off you. You’re gorgeous,” he said.
I grinned down at him, inching slowly up off his big, sweet cock, my muscles milking it, pulling, tugging. I waited for the pain. It didn’t come.
Slowly, I let myself back down. I worked him that way for about ten thrusts before my own slickness mixed with the lube he’d used and the passage inside me became easier and easier to take him.
Now it was good. Really good. My own cock wanted to be inside him, but for this—the mate-bond—it had to be this way. He had to knot me, fill me, pulse inside me until he was dry. I needed to be fully mated.
It was the true and right thing for us.
I thrilled at the prospect. I would be forever free of my past. I would be forever Ori’s, even if never a free Omega.
The thought did not deter me. To be Ori’s until we both stopped breathing a hundred or more years from now? Such a hardship.
My grin widened as I began to move faster.
