Page 65 of Empty Heat
Ihad to bring all my faculties to the forefront of my mind to maintain control around Callum. He was an amazing and special omega, but he didn’t think much of that, or of himself.
Being inside him was the best thing I’d ever felt, and I’d had a lot of experience. My mind rushed, but I had no time to think about or figure out why I was having such a response to him.
I’d felt affection for him from the time we’d met, but this—this was amazing. I wanted to tear into him. I wanted to thrust until I came hard and knotted hard. I wanted to breed him.
It was impossible, since I was on birth control, but I still wanted it with all my being. All my instincts roared inside me, demanding I breed this omega, the sound a flurry of inner crackling, flame, dominance, arrogance, and evil flattery.
You’re a big alpha and it’s your right to take this small omega and break him to your will.
Well, Callum wasn’t that small except on the inside.
Later, I would have to have a long conversation with my surrogate sponsor from the organization where I’d received training and my license, a conversation about having unusual feelings and wanting to take what wasn’t given.
Callum wanted to feel his prostate stimulated and I didn’t blame him. He began to beg.
I moved within him as he clenched and lifted his hips. I could not control what he did, but I wanted to encourage him to move, so I focused solely on him and on staying still when I needed to. I created new angles to test on him. His sounds of ecstasy guided me.
How beautiful he was beneath me, smelling fresh from his bath and like sweet blooms from his heat. My own pleasure soared. He was so tight. And he moved so wonderfully I had to force myself to keep control.
I would eventually come inside him. He needed to feel what that was like and had signed his permission at orientation. But that permission included surrogates only. Technically, I wasn’thissurrogate. Was I crossing a line here?
I’d crossed other barriers that were always in place. Kissing, for one. And calling him endearments. Plus, little things I knew and felt inside me that were not normal behavior for me when teaching. My instincts of wanting to breed him were strong. My annoyance at any thought of him with another lover were completely unprofessional.
But now I enjoyed myself. He deserved full-on pleasure.
I fucked him faster when he asked for it. I watched him squirm and bend and lift his hips over and over.
“This is amazing,” he cried. “I want it so badly. My heat is making me feel like I’ll explode.”
“I love seeing that you can experience this.”
“I—I—I am going to come!”
I let myself thrust a bit harder and his cock exploded, spraying his stomach and chest.
Without warning, I lost control and my orgasm raced down my spine and through my balls. I had no barriers, no walls of discipline now.
I threw my head back and entered him to the root, shooting my seed deep.
The upper half of Callum’s body came up from the bed and he grabbed me, hanging on for dear life. I met him, chest to chest, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We clung like that for half a minute. I almost dared not to breathe.
This was right. Perfect. It had been a long path, but worth it. I loved every moment I’d had with Callum to this point.
When he’d sent me away, I thought I’d never have this chance. Now, it was like I’d won a huge prize and could not wrap my mind around the enormity of it.
Callum moved his head back and up until our lips met in a melting kiss.
And then I felt the knot.
It began to form at the base of my shaft.
I pulled my head back. “Callum, I have to pull out now!”
“Huh.” He looked up at me with bleary, sex-blissed eyes.
“My knot. It’s already coming. I had no warning!”
His hands went down my sides and grabbed at my hips. “Keep it in. I said I want to feel it!”
