Page 31 of Omega Island
When I turned back to look at Senta, he was trying to undo his sarong. I went to him and helped him. The sarong fell to the floor and there he was, naked before me again, aroused and stunning. His heat scent had returned, sweet and enticing, like no heat I’d been around before.
He started to walk toward the shower, and I put my arm around him and led him to the water.
He stumbled under the spray, letting out a long groan. I refused to let go, allowing myself to be pulled in still wrapped from the waist down in my own sarong.
I didn’t care. The cotton would dry. I would dry. Plus, I, too, needed to rinse off from the pool.
I tried my best to give Senta his privacy, but that wasn’t to be. His smooth chest was so flat, the skin taut over his musculature, and his cock kept drawing my eye, looking painfully red and hard. Everything inside me that was alpha welled up in empathy and reciprocal need, as if I could feel his heat rushing like liquid fire inside my own veins.
Straten would have whipped me to immediate submission and told me not to feel, to suppress and chain my alpha.
Senta reawakened everything I’d lost when I’d gone down that rabbit hole. With Straten I had wanted to draw inward like a flower wilting in the sun. Even when I didn’t want it anymore, I thought I needed it.
Now I looked at Senta and all the clouds parted. I not only saw the sun, but the stars and moon and all that lay beyond. A wide-open firmament where I could finally stretch without limits.
Senta tipped forward. “Ah! What the—” He hissed into the shower’s spray.
I grabbed him, holding him to me. He was turned so his side faced me, hip against my thigh, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His slippery body came toward me and he let himself lean in, as if giving in to a fight he’d been having with himself for too long.
“I’m right here,” I said. It seemed like I’d said that phrase a dozen times, but I couldn’t think of anything else.
Senta said, “My back.”
Instantly, I realized what he meant. I let one hand drop and began to rub circles against his lower back. In the dampness of the shower, my hand slid lower than I’d intended, rubbing across the curved tops of his buttocks, which were spongy and lush. Shocks of pleasure went through me.
A quick thought ran through my mind. Right here was where I needed to be. Nothing else mattered.
I rubbed slowly, increasing the circles on his silken skin. It seemed to comfort him, so I vowed not to stop. He relaxed, leaning his weight into me, one hand coming up to grip my shoulder and bending at the waist.
I didn’t realize he was presenting to me in the standing omega mating pose until too late.
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His alpha musk filled me up. I couldn’t think. Only scent and touch and arousal existed. Nothing else was real.
I turned toward Raimi, who had been such a gentleman all this time, and my aching cock brushed against the cloth of the sarong covering his thigh. I leaned into him. He didn’t push me away, but held me tighter with one arm, while the other hand massaged my lower back.
It was a rush and a comfort all in one. His hand drew bigger and bigger circles, pressing against my ass cheeks, and I automatically bent forward to allow more access as any omega in heat would do. At the same time, I rubbed my front against him. Everything swirled. My head felt light, like it might just float right off my shoulders.
The next thing I knew, I was orgasming. My cock throbbed and pulsed right up against him. I came hard, my hole flexing, my muscles clenching until I couldn’t breathe.
An orgasm that quick and powerful hadn’t happened to me in years, not at my own hand or a lover’s. It left me floating without any concept of space or time except that Raimi was there with his steadfast alpha strength holding me through it.
I let out a loud groan. The cool water cascaded over the top of my head and plunged all around us, but nothing could come between us. I was pressed too tightly against him. He continued to hold me as if to save me from falling off a high precipice.
What had I just done? To myself? But more importantly, to him? He was coming off a toxic experience. Now here I was coming all over him without warning. Without his permission.
I could handle myself in heats. I’d prided myself on that in my youth. What was going on?
When my senses returned, I pulled away from him and touched the shower door to open. All along, I heard myself mumbling. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“What?”
The door slid open and he came with me, one hand still gripping my arm. He had to realize what had happened. Of course, he did.
I grabbed a big towel from a bar and hugged the fullness of it to my chest.
