Page 60 of Broken Heat
“I would never hurt you. I will always make sure of your well-being even in a rut. My first and last thoughts are about my omega. The mating urge pushes me to take, but it is foremost to breed. The omega must be healthy and well both physically and emotionally to conceive.”
It was the most he’d said to me in one breath since we’d begun our wild dance.
“Oh. Wow.”
Mykel’s eyes grew a slight sheen as he gazed at me. “I’m on birth control,” he stated. “But I still have the instincts to make sure my omega is not in any need or wanting for anything.”
“Oh.” I wanted to ask, but it was too forward. Did he want kids? Ever? I had told him I did. Of course I did or I wouldn’t have come to heal my broken heats. Moving on, starting a family—that had been my goal.
But now everything had changed. I had one goal and he was sitting in front of me naked wearing only an apron.
I had donned his dropped sarong, which left me bare on top.
It occurred to me we were sitting too far apart. Again, I felt like I needed to be in his lap. It wasn’t a matter of wanting. One didn’t want air or want their heart to beat. There was no control of it. Either air was there or it wasn’t. A heart beat or it stopped.
This was like that. Mykel was my heart and air. If he didn’t feel the same, what was I going to do?
I was already feeling full, though I had eaten only half the bowl of stir-fry Mykel had served me.
My mouth hung open. My cock lolled against my thigh, filling up. My sphincter twitched. My chest had an empty, achy feel. I wanted to touch his skin, smell him.
I’d covered myself with his essence. Even after showering again, I was happily scenting his deep alpha richness in my pores. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Mykel had also stopped eating. He stared at me with his pupils dilated. His jaw muscles twitched.
I had to have him inside me again. It was that easy. I knew all the urgency and anxiety I had now would vanish if he would simply place his cock against my hole and push in.
I realized after a few seconds that our breathing was in sync. I swallowed. He swallowed. I blinked. He blinked.
Mykel stood up. “We can clean this up later.”
I stood up. I didn’t have words. I walked around the table and held my arms out to him.
Before he picked me up, he yanked the sarong off my hips and tossed it away. He tore at his apron. Then he cradled me to him and carried me back to bed.
He made me get on all fours so he could see me again. “I want to look at your bleached hole. I am in love with your bleached hole,” he said.
He licked me there, over and over until my cock felt ready to burst.
“So slick,” he said, and ran his wet chin over my tailbone.
I felt him rise to his knees behind me and I shut my eyes.
He was inside me fast and easy, sliding in just how I wanted him to, all the way, the head brushing my prostate and all the places that sucked at him as his cock touched deep. The walls of my breeding canal twitched. I could feel the throb so deep. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. No one, not even Coah, had breached so deep.
“Do it fast,” I begged.
“Elon, you’re so hot and tight.” He pushed in and out, the slide like magic. Like I was coming apart and being put back together better than before.
His hands held my cheeks apart again, spread tight. I wished I could see him penetrating me. I wanted to look. I wanted mirrors.
But soon I forgot my errant wishes and floated up and up, his cock making me into a wanton sex fiend.
He knotted me every time we fucked. I couldn’t believe it. Coah could only knot once a night, then he was done. Even in rut. He might fuck me several more times, but he didn’t knot until the next night. If his rut lasted three days, I got three knots. That was it.
I’d already gotten three knots from Mykel just today. I could already tell a fourth was coming.
We came together, his hand on my balls massaging them, and as we locked together he rolled us onto our sides and held me tightly against him, running his hands up and down my chest, and playing with my still hard cock, getting me to come again.
