Page 22 of Evan and the Alpha

My fingers are a lot bigger than his; the second one takes more wriggling and pushing to get past the resistance of his cloaca. He moans the whole while, bucking his hips, and I am going to have to pin him down, aren’t I? Silly omega, he’s going to make me hurt him like this.

I don’t want that. It sounds like this is his first time with an alpha. I want it to be good for him.

I work a third finger into him, watching him thrash and moan. There’s more liquid leaking out of the head of his cock. I swipe some of that up, then add it to the base of my fingers.

He’s tight and hot around me. I wish he was wetter, but he still feels amazing. I cannot wait to bury myself in him. My cock bobs, as if in anticipation.

I have been with a few omegas—not many, of course, as that sort of thing is frowned upon. But young kroakka alphas have needs, even if they don’t have mates and territories. But I have never been with an omega who is quite so sensitive, so vocal about his pleasure. I appreciate it; I know Evan is enjoying everything.

I can’t wait. I don’t think he’s near stretched enough or wet enough or anything enough, but I have to have him. I have to make him mine, claim him so that no other alpha can ever have him. He told me to do that, and I have to do it before the sun comes up. This is our last short night together.

I know what awaits me on the other side of sunrise.

His hole clings to me, as though reluctant to let me go, but I pull my fingers free. His cloaca gapes, then winks, as though already desperate for a replacement.

Something more to fill my omega up. My poor empty omega.

“Wait,” Evan gasps, then pushes me back with a hand on my chest. He forces himself to his knees. He glances swiftly up at me, then drops his head. His hands, though trembling, are swift; he peels off my shendyat and releases my cock.

He doesn’t even pause; I expect him to at least take a moment to admire his alpha, but he parts his lips over the head and sucks me into his mouth, much the same way he did with my fingers.

I redouble my thanks to the sun gods for sending me this—this wonderful, sexy, amazing omega. Evan chokes—he’s barely halfway down my dick; it’s too much for him. Still, he sucks what he has in his mouth with fervor, and I can only imagine what being inside him will feel like. If his mouth is this hot and wet and …

He pumps what he can’t fit in his mouth with his hand. His breathing stutters as he keeps choking himself. I thread a hand through his crest—hair, he calls it—amazed.

I don’t think I can return the favor. Kroakka do not have lips like humans. And I’m all teeth.

He pops free of my cock, sucking in a deep breath. His lips have turned cherry-red; there are tears in his eyes. He looks like shit, and he looks amazing at the same time.

He offers me a strange sort of smile and falls back on the bed. I follow, entranced as he spreads his legs wide for me.

I’m all too aware of our size difference again. He seems so small and delicate under me. “I’m going to hurt you.” It’s not a threat; it’s a realization.

“Yeah.” Fuck me, he sounds like he’s into it. He wraps a hand lazily around my cock.

“Split you in half,” I murmur, half to check his reaction, half to get my head around the fact that I am going to hurt him, no matter what I do. Hurting an omega is never on an alpha’s agenda.

Evan seems to want it. I wonder if all humans are out of their minds.

Satisfied with his reaction, I push his knees wider. I get another look at his cloaca—red, puffy, still gaping and yet not wide enough.

I don’t think he’s wet enough to make this easy. I will have to remedy this somehow, if he’s going to be my mate.

I push the head of my cock against his hole. He clenches a couple of times—probably an instinctual reaction.

I push forward as gently as I can, and I feel him catch around me. Fuck, it’s tight. So tight. The pressure is so good. I’ve never felt an omega like this.

He groans, his head tilting back all the way, exposing his throat to me. My own breath hitches at the sight.Make me yours, he said.

I could do it. I could give him the mating bite. Make him mine, bind us together until the end of our days.

He moans again, my name twisting on his lips as I sink into him, fractionally. There’s barely any give around my cock. I don’t know if he can take it all. I don’t know how he’ll fit around the knot at the base of my cock. It seems impossible.

He’s breathing hard. I grab his cock, just to see if he’s climaxed, and another guttural moan rips free of his throat. He’s so vocal. Like he wants the world to know about how good he feels. How good I’m making him feel.

My chest swells with pride. I’m doing that to him. I’m making my omega feel that good.

I pause. If I keep pushing, I’m worried he’s going to tear. I don’t want that for his first time.