Page 39 of Evan and the Alpha

“What are you saying?”

He gives me a nervous look. “I just … don’t know how deep we should get into this whole thing, ’cause, like, I’m probably going to have to go back … to my people …”

I see red. I don’t care about my wound; I can open it up and bleed to death and it won’t matter. It won’t matter if Evan leaves me.

I grab him by the wrists, yank him toward me. He stumbles into the bed block. “You don’t get to leave,” I snarl at him. Fear jumps into his eyes. “Not now. Not after this—I killed Nojak for you.” I’m going to fight and kill my phapha to secure a territory for my omega. I stare intently into his eyes. “Does that really mean nothing to you?”

He winces. “It’s not—it just—I …”

I force him to bend down, so our faces are level. My teeth are almost in his face, and he grimaces. “I ask you again: does it mean so little to you, are you so ungrateful that I’ve accepted you as my mate, that I’ve killed another alpha just to have you?”

“No,” he grinds out. His breathing is rough. “I—Sobek, it’s not that, it’s that I …”

I smack his ass. He looks confused as I continue to push at him, but finally, he takes the hint and crawls onto the bed, straddles me. I pluck at the ties holding his garments closed. “You would talk about leaving me,” I growl, shoving his robes off his shoulders. He’s still trying to fight me, scrabbling at the fabric, trying to pull it back up. “After all I have done for you. After all I will do for you.”

“Sobek—”

I reach up and cup his cheek. He flinches at the bite of my claws. “You have forgotten that you belong to me now.” My voice cants lower, and I watch him shiver. “You talk of leaving, like I’ll ever allow such a thing.”

I drop my gaze, then push at his robes, sliding them up, over his thighs, revealing more and more of his soft, bronzed skin to my gaze. “I will remind you. I will remind you that youbelong to me, Evan.”

His eyes are screwed shut, his head bowed a little. For a second, I think he’s terrified and a brief panic flashes through me.

“Yes,” he breathes, then rocks his hips against me. “Yes, I—I want that, I’m yours, I …”

The thrill that goes through me when he says that is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I want to shout for joy. Instead, I drag him down and nip furiously at his throat. His breath hitches; then he moans. I slide a hand up his backside, over the curve of his ass, up his spine, pleased with how he flattens himself against me.

My wound is less pleased with this behavior, though, and I wince. I have to push him back, gritting my teeth. “Sorry,” Evan says, glancing down. “Did I—”

I shake my head, unwilling to admit that an omega has hurt me. I slide his robes up further, exposing him to me. “This will be fine,” I assure him.

“Are you sure?” The concern in his eyes is so endearing. My omega is so caring. He’ll be a wonderful omom when it happens. I don’t care if it takes years.

Looking at him, I don’t think it will. He’s flushed with fever, his eyes bright. He looks divine in the morning sunshine, and I believe, for a second, he is a sun spirit, no matter what he says.

I slide a hand between us, tugging sheets and his clothing out of the way. I almost smirk when I drag my fingers along his backside, between his cheeks, finding him just the tiniest bit damp.

I told him.

Now is not the time to say that, I know. Not with the way Evan’s eyes have glazed over, his expression turning needy. The play of shadows across his face sharpens the look; my omega looks hungry, starved for my touch.

“Sobek,” he breathes.

“Yes,” I tell him, then hold still for him. I cannot fuck him like I want to, but I can let him have my cock. “Just be careful.”

He nods, almost absently; his attention has turned downward, to where he’s straddling me. He bounces up and down a couple of times, and I hesitate as his movements jar me. Is this really a good idea? The pain seems like a warning.

It doesn’t matter when Evan groans. I’m not even inside him, but he’s that keyed up, that needy. He’s been denying himself too long now; he needs to satisfy his heat.

And who am I to deny my omega anything?

I anchor my hand to his hip, encouraging him with a nod. He grasps my cock and raises himself up, then slowly, slowly, begins to sink down on me. Both of us exhale; I’m fairly certain we both close our eyes.

It’s a tight fit, and Evan’s body is slow to accept me. His progress is almost maddening, he moves so slowly. His thighs are trembling; I’m not sure if that’s with the effort of trying to take me inside or simply holding himself up, pacing himself instead of slamming himself down on my dick.

He wants to do that, I can tell.

He pauses about halfway down, panting. “It’s too much,” he complains breathlessly. He shakes more, everywhere.