Page 70 of Alpha’s Conquest

“I need to open the box,” I told him, but he kept going, as if I was free to do just that while he fucked me. It took some effort to rip the paper tape off from this angle, especially since I could barely think straight with an orgasm building in my lower belly. I yanked out a pill bottle, and he took it from me, twisting the top off with one hand. He poured out two pills and shoved them into my mouth. Before I could swallow, he dug into the box and found a bottle with purple liquid inside. The label said ‘AfterCare Hydration.’ He pulled me onto his lap and helped me take a big gulp to wash the pills down.

“Should I be taking two?”

He tossed the bottle into the box and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. “You can take two during a rut.”

After another five minutes of fucking, I felt the medicine kick in. Everything relaxed inside me, the pain receded, and I almost felt euphoric. Whatever those pills did was working.

Another day of this passed, and then another. Hours and hours of orgasms and endless pleasure. His rut was still in full force after four full days of fucking. I’d done my best to make sure we were both eating and drinking, but by the end of those four days, I would’ve given anything for a hot meal. Fuck, I thought as I drifted in and out. Adam wasn’t kidding when he said he might break me.

After so long, his enthusiasm had waned, a sign I hoped meant he was about to snap out of it, but as that fourth day began to fade, he was still as vigorous as ever. And as I lay there, almost unable to move, feeling him on the verge of another climax, it finally hit me. The thought that had eluded me since the first day was now perfectly clear.

He wasn’t knotting me.

Four long days, and he hadn’t given me his knot. Not once. Not only that, he wasn’t going as deep as he normally did. He was holding back on me. No wonder it had been four days. He wasn’t truly sating his rut without knotting me.

We’d made it back to our bed at some point, and the sheets were covered in fluids. I was lying on a giant wet spot, but the sex felt so good, I hadn’t even noticed. Summoning all the strength I had left in me, which wasn’t much even after taking my new medicine every morning since it arrived, I flipped us over and straddled Adam’s hips. He instantly tried to grab my waist for leverage, but I took both of his hands in mine and held him back.

The headboard had two cuffs lying between the slats, ones that had been secured from the floor below. I almost wanted to ask when he’d installed these, since I couldn’t see him needing them before we met. A question for later. His wrists went into the cuffs, and I tightly buckled them so he couldn’t move.

“Omega,” he growled, his voice laced with both admonishment and deep, throaty arousal. “Let me go.”

“That’s not our safe word,” I retorted, and sank myself onto his cock until it was all the way inside me. Fuck, that felt amazing.

“You cheeky little…” He moaned despite himself, and since no safe word was spoken, I continued riding him with renewed vigor.

I enjoyed our play more than anything I’d done before, but there was some level of satisfaction in feeling him helpless beneath me as I fucked myself on his cock. The man who made me lose my mind with pleasure was now moaning and grinding against me, silently pleading for more. It didn’t take long to feel his orgasm approaching. The rough growls and desperate thrusts were a dead giveaway.

“Casey,” he moaned. “My Casey.” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep them open as I kept going. “Fuck, I love you. I love you. Fuck an orgasm out of me. I love you so damn much.” He was out of his mind, so close to the edge of pleasure, the words were spilling out of him like water. “I’m so close, fuck me. Baby, I love you.”

It was a rut filled haze, but he was saying the words I had been dying to hear. I was about to explode just listening to him say them over and over, a prayer on his lips with every thrust. I’d never been so horny hearing someone say I love you before, but every time he said the words, it drove me closer to bliss.

I bent over him and felt him say it against my lips. I love you. “Adam.” He stared up at me, his eyes filled with raw, untamed lust. “I want your knot inside me.”

My plea unbound him, and with a hitched gasp, he let it all go. Shooting his cum deep inside me, his cock swelled at the base, stretching me to my absolute limit. It filled me with both pain and pleasure, a combination that made me tremble all over. His knot was hitting me just right, and it was impossible to hold myself back. I leaned back on his lap and jerked myself off as my own orgasm began.

“Fuck,” I swore. I was still shuddering deep inside, tightening over and over around his knot. The pleasure was indescribable, more intense than anything I had ever felt before. It felt like five orgasms at once, just one after the other, never ending, never abating. I released so much cum onto his chest, he was as messy as I was by the time it ended.

His heated gaze never left me as he enjoyed every moment of my prolonged orgasm. “Kiss me.” He moaned into my mouth as our lips met. “I love you. I love you, Casey.”

The words hung on my lips. I wanted to say it back. I wanted him to know how much I loved him, too. But I couldn’t say it now, not when he was still consumed with his rut. I wanted him to remember the first time I said those words. Giving him a soft kiss, I collapsed onto his chest and fell straight to sleep.

THIRTY-NINE

Casey

Casey

I expected to wake up sore, aching more than I ever had in my entire life. And I’m not saying I didn’t feel like every muscle and joint in my body was on fire. But even though my body was tender and raw, I was truly content. I helped my Alpha with his rut. And more than that, he stayed with me through all of it. He trusted me with his most vulnerable moments. I’d never felt so happy, or so proud.

Wincing, I sat up, and just as I was contemplating a shower to clean myself off, not to mention changing the sheets, I realized it had already been done for me. He cleaned me up, like he always did, and there were fresh sheets on the bed.

Adam. You always surprise me.

I lifted the sheet and checked where I’d slept. No blood. I laid my hand over my belly and breathed a sigh of relief. The baby was safe.

I turned to my nightstand and saw a glass of water with two AfterCare pills beside it. I downed them both with a gulp of water and then finished the rest of the glass. After waiting for them to kick in, I got up and found my suitcase sitting on Adam’s dresser. I put on a pair of sweatpants and left his bedroom.

The sounds and smells of breakfast cooking greeted me as I went downstairs. Adam was in the kitchen, also shirtless, holding a spatula with his hip pressed against the counter. He turned when he heard my feet creak on the wood floor. A small, awkward pause passed between us before he set the spatula down.