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The morning broughtus little joy.
Beatrice developed a fever in the night. Her brow damp and hot to touch. This was our mate, and she’d gone from weak to danger so quickly.
“This is not your fault,” the doctor’s mate said sternly. “She is home, her body feels safe, her defences are down. Herbert should have warned you of this. She has a light fever. Tend to her. Care for her. Have you been in rut?”
“In one night?” Jack blinked at me. We’d been so exhausted that we had slept, holding her in our arms.
“Yes! Alphas. Did you think we meant when she was awake and healthy? No. Now. Do as you were instructed. Here.” She handed me a glass jar. I opened the lid and smelled sea moss lubricant. I raised an eyebrow. “I thought it prudent to bring some.”
“Then leave so we can get our business taken care of,” I snapped.
The omega smiled, indulgent almost, and left us.
Jack’s fierce gaze met mine. I broke eye contact first. We’d not addressed what had been said the night before and now were faced with the task of fucking. The awkwardness was not lost on me, and I searched my brain for some way to put off what needed to be done. I looked down at myself. My clothes were the same as yesterday, but other than a quick wash this morning, I’d not bathed since before Beatrice’s heat. “I stink. Horses. Sweat… Let’s call for a bath.”
“Strip.”
“A bath.” I dodged, wincing at my coward’s desire to take some time before we were to come together. Find some time to talk about last night before we fucked. And, Goddess, I wanted to touch every inch of him. Needed it. So despite the emotional distance, the raw need for his body against mine flared hot.
“Don’t care, Pax, and neither should you. She needs us. Now strip.”
“Ordering me around?”
His jaw ticked, but his nod was emphatic. “I want you to wrap your lips around my cock while you squeeze my knot. Then I want you to fuck me.” He swallowed, but no longer met my eyes head on. “That will be enough to send me into rut. Will that work for you?”
I cursed under my breath. He’d asked if that would send me into rut? Just his words, the image he described, had me tipping on the edge. A bath? What bath?
“This isn’t some transaction with a whore. You don’t have to spell out what you want,” I assured him. I began to pull my shirt over my head. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me. My shirt discarded, I fixed him with a hard look. “I mean, I don’t want any distance between us.”
All that stiff soldier posture told me louder than words that he expected me to push him away, refuse to suck his cock, all because I preferred to be on top.
His hands were fisted at his sides.
“What you are asking for? Me on my knees, your cock in my mouth?” An unwilling laugh escaped me. My mind was chaos, my desires were obvious to me. To prove it to him, I pushed my breeches down my legs, freeing my half hard cock. I fisted it, played with my balls, and rolled my head back as my body caught up with my desires. “I want to taste you. You’d have a harder time forcing me into a bath than choking me on your cock.”
For the first time, I got on my knees before another alpha—Hells, I’d never had a cock in my mouth before. Would I even know what to do? Despite having fucked him, having fucked our mate with him, fucking nameless and faceless betas, I’d never once been close enough to admire his cock—not quite like this. Like the rest of him, it was perfect. A length an omega would whine on… Would I choke on him? Because Jack had a look in his eye that said he would not be gentle with me. He would fuck my face and expect me to say thank you.
“Open, alpha,” he demanded. With a firm, almost painful grip on my hair, he guided me until my lips brushed the head of his hard cock. Only his heavy breathing gave any indication his control was tenuous at best.
“If that is what you want.” I took a deep inhale of his scent, allowed it to fill my senses. It was like a caress. My nipples, a part of my body I’d never thought much about, tingled, and I wondered what it would feel like to have someone touch them. Lavish them with attention in the way I played with Beatrice’s.
“Open, Benedict.” His growl caused my cock to twitch. “This is the only cock you will ever taste. The only one you will ever choke on… Like a good alpha.”
“Fuck.” I licked my lips, which suddenly felt dry, and glanced up his taught muscles to those mirrored gold eyes. What caught my attention though was my bite on his shoulder—mine, my alpha purred—but it reminded me that I was his as well.
The grip on my hair tightened and Jack painted my lips with the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. “Open…”
I did, taking him as deep into my mouth until he pushed against the back of my throat. I gagged, unable to accept any more of him, but he held me firm, refusing to retreat.
“Oh, no you don’t. Breathe, Benedict… That is right. You are doing so well… I will fuck you exactly how I want. If I want it to be deep, buried in your throat while you gag, then I will. If I want to tease my cock with your lips, then I will. You will accept what I want to give you. Understood?”
I’d enjoyed watching him dominate our lovers in his almost gentle way, and now I couldn’t speak except to moan around him. He pressed a little deeper each time. Waiting for me to relax around the intrusion and then retreating to repeat the process again and again until his knot brushed against my lips. He never went so deep again, and I could not decide if I was grateful or furious.
“Good, alpha.” He caressed my face with his free hand. “Goddess, you look perfect like that. So powerful.”
Fuck, how could so few words sound so deprived?
