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But he had asked me to care for him in another way, and I couldn’t let my lust for him overcome my good sense. He didn’t want to get pregnant now, and I had to respect that. He trusted me to take care of him and I had to respect that, too, because without that trust between us, we had nothing at all.
I’d brought condoms with me, even though I knew he was taking his omega pills to suppress his ability to conceive. I hoped this double protection would be enough. I reached for them, and he grabbed fistfuls of my shirt to pull me back to him. I laughed a little shakily and kissed his fingertips. “Patience, love. I have to take care of you.”
I ripped the package, kicked off my pants and sat down to pull the thing on, my hands shaking. I wanted him badly—the omega lust I was feeling was staggeringly strong.
I had to make myself slow down long enough to ease my fingers inside him to prepare him, his slick making it all too easy to slide in. I took care not to hurt him as I stroked his entrance and he sighed and moaned, his legs falling open so I could have access to him. I knew he was fast losing control himself, and I knew he would hate that. Hate the loss of himself to the omega lust, so I had to be sure to take good care of him throughout this, and not allow him to do anything that would jeopardize his independence. If I did, he’d wind up hating me. That thought was insupportable.
I climbed onto the bed with him, trying to open him up and stretch him so I wouldn’t hurt him any more than I had to. His legs fell open invitingly, his thighs already streaked with wetness, and I slid my hands under his hips and pulled him up so I could lick and suck his pink hole, one sweet savoring kiss at a time. He moaned wildly, thrashing his head and trying to pull me down on top of him.
He was delicious. He arched his back, and his nipples puffed up plump and pink, begging for my tongue. His scent perfumed the air around us, and his little hole was almost unbearably hot and wet and luscious. I licked it over and over, while he begged me to stop—no, toneverstop—to please fill him with my cock.
He wasn’t trying at all to stop me from making love to him—nor was he the least bit shy.Au contraire, he began to get wilder and wilder. It was the mating frenzy and as his Alpha, I had to exert extreme caution not to hurt him, as he would beg for more and more. Every time I stopped or tried to slow down, he’d plead with me for more, harder. He pulled frantically at me, and I gently pushed his hands away and tried to soothe him with kisses and long, slow strokes of my hand. He was opening up for me, moaning and no longer trying to force me to do anything as he felt my tongue on him. He was still moving his hips up and down, straining toward me, but not quite so frantic or urgent as before. Still, he was in the throes of passion and his whole body turned a delicious shade of pink as he thrust his ass up to me for more.
“Please,” he moaned. “Make love to me. I want you inside me.”
I pulled him close and ate him right up, like he was the cotton candy he smelled like. He screamed and moaned and cried out, humping against me as I swept first one finger and then two inside him, opening him up and rubbing over a spot that I knew would light him on fire. His sweet body flushed with even more heat, a bright shade of hot pink. He tried to slam down on my fingers but with one more tap on that spot and another slow, hard rub, I pulled my fingers away and left his entrance spasming for more. He was begging me by this point, and I was in no danger of disappointing him.
“No! Don’t stop!” he cried out frantically as I sat back to give both of us a chance to breathe. “Please don’t stop. Please, please.”
“I won’t stop.” I bent down to tease my tongue over his pink nipples, and he convulsed under me. I stroked a hand over his leaking cock. “I'll take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” I flipped him over onto his stomach and then pulled him to his knees, wrapping my hand around the sweet, long length of him, as I slowly thrust inside him. I sheathed myself to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. He gasped and made a soft, needy noise that made me bend over to kiss the back of his neck. “Let me all the way in, Jax.”
I began thrusting into him with long, slow strokes that made us both almost weep with pleasure. It felt so damn perfect. I changed angles, and with my cock I raked again and again over the spot inside him that lit him up, and he hissed and moaned. He tried to hump against me, but I sat back on my heels, pulling him with me so he had to be content with the long, slow upward thrusts that were all I would give him. He eagerly fell back on me, half out of his mind with pleasure.
He was moaning and his body was trying desperately to hump against mine, so I stroked his cock, which was dark pink and thick and altogether perfect, with its sweet, broad mushroom head, and I whispered to him about what I would do to him and how I’d make him like it. He shuddered and begged me for more.
I stroked his cock and pulled his face around to kiss his mouth until he adjusted to the pressure and fullness of my cock inside him. I could feel my orgasm coming, but I wanted him to fall apart first. Finally, he stiffened and shouted that he was coming. He was unbearably excited and that made me feel the same as I began to come along with him, and a flood of hot semen filled the condom.
He was slumped against me, and he groaned as I eased him down to the bed, holding onto the condom. I disposed of it in the bathroom and came back to clean some of the stickiness of his secretions from his thighs and the come all over his chest and abs with a warm cloth. I turned off the light overhead and went back to lie beside him. His eyes were closed, and I thought he was fast asleep, but when I lay down, he rolled over toward me and snuggled close. Pulling the covers over us, I closed my eyes too and let sleep pull me into my dreams.
Chapter Twelve
Jax
I woke up unsure of where I was. A soft lamp was lit in the room, so I sat up and tried to take stock of my surroundings, still groggy and unable to fully wake up. It was a large, luxurious room, and the bed I was lying on had rumpled sheets still holding Dominic’s sweet scent.
I fell back down, burying my face in the pillow. Was I really, actually here with Dominic in his beautiful lodge, or was I dreaming in my tiny bedroom at home? His side of the bed was still warm, so I rolled over onto it and breathed in more of his scent, hoping he’d return soon.
When he didn’t show back up in the next few minutes and I was still wide awake, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and began to search for my clothes. I found a fluffy white robe lying across the foot and put that on instead. There was a note on top, written in ink in a bold hand.
Put this on and come find me, if you’re not too sleepy. I’ll probably be outside on the upstairs deck, starwatching.
Intrigued, I slipped on the robe and wandered out of the bedroom to find the stairs. I found the second floor, of course, but the stairs leading to the rooftop deck were a bit harder to locate. I finally found them at the end of the long hallway. I passed several closed doors along the way and could hear snoring behind one of them.
When I emerged out onto the roof, I was already prepared to be impressed, but this was over the top even for Dominic. He was lounging on the teakwood deck on beautiful furniture, made for the outdoors but still opulent and luxurious. Even though the lights were off, I could see him by the candles he’d lit on the table in front of him. I was also struck by the number of stars I could see spread out all across the sky, seeming so close they could almost have been fairy lights strung up for decoration. We were far enough from the city that the light pollution was minimal, at least, and for a moment I stood still and tried to take them all in.
“When I was a little boy,” Dominic said softly from his lounge chair nearby, “I used to wish on stars. Did you do that too?”
“Yes,” I said, coming to stand beside him and smooth a hand over his dark hair. He held out his arms and I plopped down in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck for a kiss. I gazed up at the stars and started to recite.
“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight…”
Dominic smiled at me indulgently. “And what did you wish for, Jax, when you looked up at the stars? Money? Success?” He reached up and took my hand in his. “Maybe someone to love?”
“Someone to love, for sure. I didn’t think anyone did love me before I came to live with my grandmother. I couldn’t remember my mother and I was pretty positive my father didn’t care much for me at all.”
He kissed me again and I snuggled down into him. “I wish I’d known you then.”
“I do too,” I replied softly and angled my face up to be kissed. He obliged me with a deep, soulful one, and my mouth fell open to meet his tongue in a soft glide. I could feel my cock stir and his under me as well, but I was content to simply enjoy his hardness beneath my hips, his hand gently massaging me through my robe. We had all the time in the world—we were outside of mundane concerns like time, in fact, and we could stay up here among the heavenly bodies as long as we liked, with nothing to stop us. That thought alone was exhilarating.
