Page 19 of Beneath His Alpha's Wings
“Gods, you are so slick for me.” I circled around his hole, inserting my finger slowly, grinning at his groan of delight. One finger became two, became three. “So wet. So tight.”
“I want you, I need you.” He wiggled his ass, my fingers sliding in and out of him. “Take me. Claim me.”
I immediately withdrew my fingers, unable to deny him anything, and fed my cock into him slowly until I was completely buried.
“Yes,” Lucas moaned. “Fuck me, like that.”
I began to pump in and out of him slowly and he was having none of that. Instead he bucked against me, whimpering—moaning—crying out my name, begging for more.
I slowed long enough to reach around him and ease his pain with a tug only to have him come undone all over my hand, his aching hole squeezing me tightly as his entire body tensed until I—
Until I woke up.
Fuck. It was a dream.
A dream about the guy I was supposed to be protecting, of all things. Here I was doing my best to get him to trust me, and I was busy having a nocturnal porn featuring him.
My dick throbbed with need. Well, there was no way I was going back to sleep. And I certainly wasn’t going to go face Lucas with a raging hard-on, courtesy of him.
So, I did the only thing I could think of and got up, heading straight to the shower where I could relieve the agony, andnotwith visions of Lucas very pregnant and oh so naked.
I hadn’t even known pregnancy did it for me until that dream, his belly rounder than it was. Or maybe it was the omega that did it for me. Not that it mattered.
I turned on the water, climbing in just as the chill was taken off it and squirted some body wash into my palm. No sense pretending I was here for anything but this.
My hand went straight for my erection, circling it tightly and pulling it up roughly with a twist at the end. That was as long as I was able to keep Lucas out of my mind while masturbating.
I came three strokes later with a vision of him on his knees, my dick buried deep inside him.
“Fuck,” I groaned as camehard, and sprayed the far wall of the shower.
I grabbed the body wash and quickly cleaned up, wishing I could scrub my brain while I was at it. As I washed, I felt a tightness in my shoulder. I turned and held the sore spot under the hot water. I guess there was such a thing as too much flapping.
When I was finished, I dressed quickly and headed down the stairs. Even though there was really nowhere else for him to be, I was somewhat caught off guard by seeing Lucas in the kitchen, so soon after my less than wholesome thoughts about him.
“Ah, Lucas… Hello.” I said eloquently. I turned away and quickly crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator. The image of him naked hit me and I quickly pushed it away. “Did Tagger head out?” I asked, trying to think of anything but my dream.
“Yeah… he took the boat.”
Well, that would take my mind off of things for sure. I sighed at his tone. He obviously suspected it was the only boat and knew he was trapped here. I did my best to make him feel better, and was relieved when the conversation turned to him shifting instead.
“Did you want anything?” I asked. He was sitting on a chair in the dining room, looking troubled. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just… you really don’t mind if I shift?”
“Of course not.” I started to wonder why he seemed so surprised, then it hit me. “The feral bear never wanted you to shift, did he?”
Lucas bit his lower lip and averted his gaze. “Not exactly, no.”
“Do you… do you know how?”
He shook his head.
I inwardly cursed the feral shifter, wondering what other crap he had filled Lucas’s head with.
Chapter Five
Lucas
