Page 18 of Alpha's Embrace
Today, I fantasized about Geo as I touched myself. Geo who wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Geo who I wanted more than anyone I’d ever met. Instant love, I told myself. As it was with everyone I met. But something about him made me feel my lusts deeper, stronger.
He was beautiful. I discovered long ago that everyone I met was beautiful and worthy of my love, but this—it was different. Geo had taken my attention like none of them. Maybe it was that he’d talked to me like a real person, listened and asked questions. That was, of course, flattering.
None of the guards or nurses did that—talked to me or flattered me—beyond what they had to say to me to let me know what was going on around me. But really, I’d never had conversations with them. Cedric was the person I’d come the closest to having actual conversations with, but those were short since he had trouble focusing, or making any real sense most of the time.
As I lay back, I heard Cedric calling, but I ignored him.
Geo was my central focus right now. His lovely full lips, his straight locks of hair that framed his bare forehead, his eyes the color of the grand sea that glimmered and glistened outside my window. He had tanned skin a few shades darker than mine, and broad shoulders. He wasn’t much taller than I, but it felt like it because his Alpha bearing and presence made him big. So big and full.
I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me and stroke me and kiss me. Oh, what would it be like if he sucked me? I had never experienced such a thing, and longed to feel it—a mouth on my cock with the wet pull of a suck and a greedy tongue doing all sorts of incredible things to my cock head, fluttering, licking, sipping.
My cock throbbed beneath my fingers. I reached at the space between the head of my bed and the wall to grab my lube. I poured its coolness into my hand and finally took my cock gently in hand, wrapping my fingers about the swollen shaft, spreading the substance all over it.
Everything inside me flamed.
I began to move my hand up and down. I was skillful at this after so many years alone with my own rampant disease of constant arousal. Unlike Cedric, who lost himself in the pure agonies of lust until he could not think or reason, I kept my awareness. I knew the path, well-worn but never old, and delighted in the details along the way.
My room took on a deeper fog in the haze of my rising ecstasy. I heard rain on the window mixing with the thumps on Tracy’s wall and the cries of Cedric through the tiny hole in his wall.
In my mind I saw Geo standing by a beautiful sea with crashing waves, and the salt wind blew his hair back in a lovely brown wave. He wore black pants and a white shirt that billowed a bit between the elbows and shoulders. His pretty pink lips were smiling. At me.
I could see by the way his pants fit that he wanted me, that he needed me, and his hand beckoned as he stepped into the shadow of a sandy cliff. I went to him and he reached out.
His heat permeated the air. He was in the Burn and I responded to that with a rush of blood that jerked through my whole body. I almost came before he ever touched me.
Then I felt his arms. An Alpha’s embrace I’d craved my whole life. I’d been held as a child but not past age six. I no longer remembered the exact mechanics of it, but the comfort of a hug was something I craved every day. And I had a great imagination.
“My prince,” he whispered into my ear.
In my fantasy, the hug was tight and intimate. His cheek pressed mine. Our jaws rubbed together. His hand on my back moved up and down and our chests met, our knees bumped, our cocks strained together against the clothes we wore.
An imagined hug. Dual arousal. A smile and a whispered acknowledgment of who I was to him, a prince. My love. My personal bondmate. That was all it took.
My slick hand squeezed my cock and I came hard, feeling the hot spatters of my own storm, my personal rain on my stomach and ribs and chest.
I tossed my head back and forth as the pleasure coursed through me, enfolding and encompassing me like a blanket, the strokes of a hundred hands, or that one hug I’d always wanted.
For those moments I knew real peace. True happiness. As if the world were made for me and I for it. A magical place where I fit, where I was normal, where I could live.
Geo faded from my mind and I blinked away the tears. Happiness. Joy. And for the first time, worry and anxiety.
I was no longer behind a locked door. The door was open but I had nothing to do or give yet. No being. No ability to make a life. To interact with others. I was still a prisoner inside and always would be.
A knock came. At first I thought it was Tracy, who still thumped—his foot, his head?—against the wall. When it came again, I sat up. The sound had come from my door.
Who would knock? Everyone here came in without warning.
I looked at my jumpsuit still drying, draped across the sink, and realized I couldn’t put it back on just yet. I grabbed a thin blanket from my bed, wrapped myself, and pulled open the door.
Geo stood before me. From my dreams.
He wore exactly what I’d envisioned: white shirt, black trousers. His hair was a single wave back from his forehead with loose strands at the sides. His eyebrows rose when he saw me naked in nothing but my blanket. He looked a bit confused.
“Where are your clothes?” His gaze swept the room.
“Wet from the rain. I was outside earlier.”
“You should have spare outfits. I will certainly have more brought to you.”
