Page 21 of Evan and the Alpha

“You’re drier than the desert after a drought. And tense.” I can hardly push my finger past the ring of tight resistance into him.

He stares at me blankly for a second. Then he huffs a breathless laugh. I almost melt. Almost forgive him. It’s such a sweet noise.

“I told you—I’m not …” He pauses, struggling with the words. “Humans like me need lubricant. I don’t make any on my own.”

How can an omega not make slick? That seems counter to the purpose.

Evan blushes prettily. “And some humans,” he adds quickly, “even—even those that do. They still need some more. It’s fine.” He glances up. “I’m turned on. This all feels …” A short breath. He lets his head fall back. “Really good.”

I take in the state of his body beneath me. It seems like he’s telling the truth about that—there’s fluid pearling from the tip of his cock, which is flushed a dark red, resting against his belly. His skin is pink everywhere, and his nipples are still peaked.

I’m grateful when his hand nudges mine aside; it’s embarrassing to need to ask for help in preparing my omega. I feel like I haven’t done a good job, even though Evan is assuring me I’ve done everything right.

His fingers are wet, and I sit back on my heels, watching as he pushes his own finger into himself. He smiles when I look up at him. “I, uh, haven’t done this for a bit …”

“Really?” It looks practiced. Easy. Like he does it a lot.

He takes a sharp breath, and I realize he’s pushed a second finger into himself. “I, um … my parents …”

I wonder what his parents have to do with us having sex, but I hold my tongue.

“They—I didn’t have a credit card when I was younger, so I couldn’t like … get stuff. And they didn’t really approve of me being, y’know …”

“Being what?”

“Gay,” he says. It sounds guilty, and I’m suddenly very angry at the thought of his parents not wanting their child to be happy. What kind of …

“So, I—uhhhh, had to do a lot on my own,” he says.

I try to make sense of that. Evan flushes, brilliantly, then says, “I’ve never …”

My heart bangs into my ribs. He’s never?

Evan shakes his head. “Never—had a boyfriend.”

I don’t really understand, but I nod. Evan huffs a shaky laugh. “So, um. I just kinda … got used to doing this kind of stuff on my own.”

He has three fingers inside himself now. He bites his bottom lip—he looks …

I don’t even know what he looks like, other than I want to ravish him. Forever.

I can’t take this. I tug on his hand, watching his face contort as his fingers pop free. “My hand’s bigger,” I inform him, “and my cock …”

The shudder that runs through him is delicious, like he could climax just from the thought of getting me buried inside him. Gods, I love this omega. I will have to offer something to Nomantru and Enochtra for sending me their divine child and letting him grace my bed.

He grabs my hand and guides three of my fingers into his mouth. I stare at him—it looks ridiculous, and he’s slobbering all over my fingers. I realize that’s his tongue lashing over my flesh, and—

I feel like my brain has melted out of my ears. I’ve never seen anything more disgusting and erotic at the same time. So that’s why human mouths are like that.

He pulls back, a slender string of saliva connecting my fingers and his mouth. He looks very pleased with himself.

I glance down at my hand—my claws. I look hastily back up at him. “Are you sure—”

He nods enthusiastically. His pupils get even wider, rounder. He looks like he’s entered a trance. “Yeah,” he breathes, his voice a rasp of itself, “yeah.”

“All right.” I have to push his legs impossibly wide to accommodate my shoulders. My first finger slides in relatively easily; he moans, deep and guttural, almost before I’m touching him. Like he’s anticipating it.

He really is excited. Or “turned on,” as he says.