Page 76 of Alpha's Embrace
“Won’t I just get used to you in me after a while?”
So innocent. My blood nearly boiled. “You would, but I don’t want that. I want it comfortable for you. Good for you.”
“Do you have enough control to wait?” He glanced off toward the shower.
“I don’t mean you need to prepare yourself. You need to let me. If I can keep it together. I want to give you pleasure. So there will be no hesitation between us.”
“You’re in the Burn. You need to knot now.”
“So are you. And there are a lot of things to give us both pleasure until you’re ready. My Burn makes me want all of it.”
“You still have control, then,” Misha said.
“Yes.” I hadn’t lost myself completely. I shoved him over my side and onto his back. He didn’t fight and raised his arms willingly as I pulled off his shirt.
Next came his jeans. I slid them down his long legs and threw them so hard across the room they hit the wall.
His skin was a pink-gold all over, flushed, and his cock bobbed up in eagerness for me. I dipped my head and ran my tongue down the underside of the shaft and he quivered. So lovely. I had to keep reminding myself of my own words spoken moments ago. He wasn’t a ready Omega. Yet I wanted to push his legs open and back. I wanted to thrust into him.
He was so pretty, glints of blond hair framing his cock, the faint glitter of it brushing his tight, round pink balls.
I pushed my hands underneath him and lifted him a little. His knees bent. His legs spread.
“Do what you want to me,” Misha said, sighing, lifting himself. “Do whatever you want.”
Consent. Was it even possible between two madmen in the midst of their Burns?
I pulled my hands forward and clasped the globes of his ass, spreading as he pulled his knees up closer to his body.
His tiny, virgin pink bud greeted me, framed by more short golden hair, and I’d never desired anything more in my life. It was waiting. Had been waiting years. For me.
I ran my tongue along his crack and circled the dent, the entrance.
Misha began to cry out, nonsense words with long vowels. Oh. I. Ahhhh.
I loved that tune.
I used my tongue to wet him more, my cock pulsing with need, urging me to hurry. I coated him with my saliva, loving the essence of him, relishing in this act of love toward my mate.
Even after this short amount of time, it was love. I could feel the white hot light of it in our existing bond.
With my mouth, I felt him shiver a little, the muscle of the aperture moving in pleasure, constricting but also loosening as I pushed with the strong muscle of my tongue, licking harder, finally breaching.
I pushed my tongue in and out of him and heard him yell.
I let him dangle on the precipice of bliss for another minute before pulling away, lifting my head.
“I need to stretch you.”
He handed me the lube. He had been ready with it in his hand. I almost laughed. We were both in such a hurry but we needed to take our time.
I was not conservative with the lube. No need. I poured a large amount onto my hand and slicked him up. I poured more on my fingers, then massaging his opening until I felt I could deftly and painlessly slide one finger in.
“Oh, that’s good,” he yelled. “It’s good. Can you knot me now?”
So eager. I loved it. No Omega had ever spoken to me like that.
My cock was large enough that one finger was not enough of a stretch.
