Page 75 of Alpha's Embrace
“It can?”
I nodded. “Easily. Some day. When we’re ready.”
“I’d love children from you,” Misha said. He put his palm against my chest as if feeling for my heartbeat. “With all my heart.”
My Burn liked his answer. It flickered inside me. My cock rose hard and strong as it began to take over my body and rule with the mating urge. “Some day, then.”
Almost a whisper, “I can feel you.” Misha smiled at me. “Your Burn. It’s a different feeling from my own. Like the ocean crashing against the beach. It’s beautiful. Will you knot me? Make me yours finally? I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
I nodded, still holding back for some reason. If the Burn had its way, I’d be ravaging Misha on the floor right now. Instead, I said as calmly as I could, “Let’s go make this bond permanent.”
Hand in hand we entered our bedroom.
*
Our first morning home. And I was in the Burn.
Earlier, Misha had risen, smiling, and opened all the curtains, letting in the light and the greenness of the land.
Now, as we came into our new shared room, he let go of my hand and went to the windows, beginning to shut the drapes.
I wanted some light. More than gray shadows. Usually, with Omegas from Zilly’s chattel farm, I didn’t care if it was night or day, dark or light. With Misha, I wanted to glory in him. I wanted to see him in the golden day. We were hiding and would have to keep secret who he really was for the rest of our lives, but in the bedroom I did not want us to hide.
I pointed toward the largest window over a spread of low, empty shelves. “Keep that one open.”
He turned toward me, then glanced alongside me to the bed. “The light makes dappled patterns on the blankets,” he said. “I like it.”
Suddenly, I felt dizzy. I had to sit. My knees bent and I nearly collapsed on the side of the bed.
Misha moved quickly, standing before me, his blond hair a little wild, his heart-shaped face and pale blue eyes intent on me.
“You need to knot me.” His voice was breathless, but calm. His boldness charming.
With two of us in the Burn together, I wondered, if we’d set the room on fire.
Before yesterday, Misha was a virgin in every way. Technically, he still was. He’d never been touched like this before. The Burn might make him want it, and it might spiral me into unchecked desire, but we both needed to do all we could to take it slow for our first time.
My cock throbbed. It didn’t want to go slowly at all. It wanted to plunge into Misha’s willing body and let loose until I couldn’t breathe. I knew it might hurt him. He didn’t know that. Though he had the most control in this moment, I had to take charge as best I could. He’d suffer for me and never say a word. I could tell by his eagerness, and his sweet nature.
“We need to put some rules into place.”
“Rules? Do we need them? We can already sense each other, feel each other,” he said.
His hand on my shoulder tightened. I responded by reaching for him.
He pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me with his still-clothed body. Only a stray pair of jeans, and a simple t-shirt covered him, but he looked good in them. The jeans cupped his ass in firm support.
My hands went there instantly, clutching his buttocks through the rough, thick material.
“Misha, I want you badly but it can’t happen until you’re prepared.”
“Iamprepared.”
Just hearing him say those words sent flashes of heat through my body.
“Not quite. You aren’t an Omega. You need to be stretched and lubed.”
He was quiet for a moment.
