Page 50 of Use Me Up

Her eyes open. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I want your pretty, little innocent mouth again, Hannah. I love it that I’m the only person to ever come in any of your holes.”

She reacts to the word ‘holes,’ which is a little vulgar. Maybe I should say nicer things to her, but I think we both like that she’s so nice and sweet and I’m not nice to her, and this makes us both really hot. I scent her and she is very turned on. She goes and sits on her bed. I come in and don’t just unzip. I take off my pants and my boxers. I want to have her stroke my balls, lick them—maybe—if she wants. I won’t force her to do that. It’s maybe gross.

I lift my cock up, advancing on her, showing my balls off. “Touch yourself while I use your mouth, Hannah,” I murmur. “Want you to play with that wet little pussy of yours. I will definitely fuck it later. After dinner.”

She makes a noise, one of her very sexy little whimpers.

“I want you to cup me here while you suck the head of me into your mouth,” I tell her, bringing her hand up to cup my sack.

She does it. She does everything I tell her to do.

I shut my eyes as she sucks my sensitive head into her wet, wonderful mouth, as her little hand closes around my scrotum. I might whimper myself. It’s so fucking good.

She stills.

Oh, shit, I realize.

She’s touching me there, on the inside of my thigh.

I actually lose my fucking erection, and I back up. I turn around, looking on the floor. Where the fuck are my clothes?

“Ellis?” she says in a tiny voice. “Are those bite marks?”

I step into my boxers. My whole body feels heavy, like someone has shoveled cold rocks into my gut. “I forgot those were there.”

“Are you claimed?” she says. “Do you have an alpha?” A pause. “Two alphas? There’s two bite marks, one on each side.”

“Do you see any alphas?” I mutter.

She’s standing up. She comes to me, hand on my bicep. “What happened?” Her voice is very quiet. “Did they force those on you?”

Oh. I look up and meet her gaze. I can see why she would think that, considering how I’m acting. “No,” I breathe. “No, I begged for them. I was a very eager little omega who said please and thank you and it was good at the time. I thought it would…” I can’t find words. I find my jeans and I pull them on.

“What?” she says. “You thought it would what?”

“I was just in heat,” I say with a shrug. “I thought maybe I could do it, be their omega, but then the heat faded, and there we were, and we didn’t even fucking know each other, not really.” I button up my pants. I zip them. “It didn’t end up working out. They’re fine, as far as that goes. They would never force anything on… anyone. They were hurt, but they let me go.”

She blinks at me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, turning my back on her. “Look, I’m going to go.” Wait. Her makeup. I turn around. “I’ll finish your makeup and then—”

“What happened?”

I don’t know why this upsets me so much, really. They were so different with me than anyone has ever been with me. They were so careful and reverent with me, like I was this precious thing they wanted to worship. When they knotted me, when they took turns inside me, they were so gentle and slow with me. I sometimes dream about their voices, the way their voices cracked as they slipped inside me. You feel like heaven, omega, they said, shit like that.

I didn’t know what to do with it.

It didn’t feel right, somehow, to be treated like that?

“I just couldn’t,” I say. “They wanted me, and I wanted to be wanted. I thought I did, anyway, but I never stopped thinking about her.”

“It’s about Calliope.”

I run a hand through my hair. “Yeah. It’s why I came back. If it wasn’t going to work with them, and they were, you know, perfect, it was never going to work with anyone, so it had to be her.”

“But this—with us—is happening?”