by Meg Bawden
Shaking my head, I covered my eyes and pushed back. “Cock. Now.”
He laughed, and there was a shuffle behind me. Awareness of my nudity hit me in an embarrassing wave as I realized he was still dressed. He pressed close, his jean-clad thighs tight against the back of my naked ones, but the blunt head of his cock also teased at my hole. I slammed my hands to the bed to give myself leverage and shoved back.
“Damn,” he gasped out.
He was wider than I expected, and his entry actually burned a little, but in the best way possible. I didn’t say anything as I worked myself back on him until I was panting and sweat stung my eyes, and finally the bite of the zipper of his jeans on my ass had me reaching back to shove at his pants. He didn’t move, though, just pushed them down his thighs. He pulled back and surged forward, slamming into me.
“Yes,” I sobbed out, beyond caring about how I sounded. “Please, knot me.”
Bristol
His tightness consumed me, all wet with omega slick and warmth. His scent teased me too, beckoned me to come closer, to savor him, and that’s exactly what I did. Every inch of me that slid into him felt hot and tingled with pleasure, and I wanted to fuck into him hard and rough. I held myself back, though. We had to take this slow.
But he didn’t want slow. He threw a glare over his shoulder at me and spread his legs wider. “Fuck me.”
I didn’t fuck anyone, I made love to them and took care of them, but with the way Grayson worked himself on my cock, pushing back insistently, I decided I could make an exception. Grabbing his hips, I angled myself differently as I began to thrust into his tight hole, searching for the spot I knew was hidden deep inside. Omegas got off on heat sex whether alphas found their prostate or not, but I wanted this to be the best sex Grayson ever had.
He whimpered and bowed his back so his ass was in the air and his chest against the mattress, and he grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. His hole clenched blissfully around me, the sound of his slick squelching with each thrust of my cock. Everything about him called to me, begged me to take him and make him mine. I was already claiming him by the fingernail indents I was marking his hips with.
He turned his head, gave me a deep lustful look that begged for more, and I couldn’t take it. Pulling out, I roughly flipped him over onto his back, shoved his legs up to his chest, and pushed my cock into him again. This time his beautiful eyes were on me with every jerk of my hips.
His gaze burned with lust and his fingers scrabbled to hold on to my upper arms. His groan was a song in my ear, encouraging me on. I don’t know when I met Grayson before today, but I was an idiot for not remembering him. How could anyone forget him? Everything about him was mesmerizing.
Burying my face into the pale flesh of his neck, I nibbled and licked at the skin there. His intoxicating taste drove me crazy, as much as his sweet scent and the way his ass muscles moved on my cock. Grayson Briggs was going to kill me.
His whimpers grew louder, and his legs trembled, and I knew he was close to the edge. I wasn’t far behind. Everything in my body buzzed, my balls tingling. I wouldn’t last much longer. The room felt too hot, Grayson’s hole sinfully tight, and my control slipped.
“Please.” Grayson grabbed my face between his hands and dragged me down for a desperate kiss, his supple lips sweet against mine. “Please knot me. Breed me.”
It was his hormones talking, the ones that told him he wanted to be filled with a child, and even though I knew that too, my own hormones teased me with thoughts of putting my seed inside him, making his belly rounded with my growing baby.
The fantasy brought me to my orgasm quicker than I expected. My limbs seized as pleasure ripped through me hard and fast. I groaned, slamming my mouth against his again while the tingling started at the base of my cock. My cock shuddered inside him, cum spurting and filling his tight asshole.
Grabbing Grayson’s erection, I jerked him off until he arched his back, moans slipping from his mouth. Strings of cum shot from his slit, covering his stomach, some reaching as far as his neck and face.
His pleasure was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.
Tingling grew at the base of my cock, and I groaned as I felt my knot expand, stretching his hole and cementing my hold on him. Grayson threw his head back, neck bared for my feasting eyes, and whimpered. His dark red hair was stunning against the white pillow, stark and vibrant, and for a brief, silly moment, I wondered what our kids would look like if they had that color hair, but then I came back to reality. I couldn’t even remember where I’d met Grayson, so I had no right to think about kids with him. Hell, I was only helping him out with his heat, and it was a role I wouldn’t take lightly. No alpha should when it came to omegas.
The knot felt amazing, ten different kinds of pleasures rolled into one, and my cock jerked again, another wave of sharp bliss ripping through me. I let myself collapse on top of Grayson while my body shuddered through one orgasm after another until I was nothing more than a boneless alpha lying on top of my omega. No, that wasn’t quite true. Grayson wasn’t mine.
It took a good ten minutes before my knot dwindled and I was able to fall onto the bed beside Grayson. I wiggled out of my jeans, throwing them to the side. As hot as it’d been to fuck him with them still on, now they got in the way.
Grayson’s chest rose and fell in quick succession, a satisfied smile curved at his thoroughly kissed lips. “Wow.” Even though he looked at me, eyes still glazed with lust, the sex had obviously tamped down a bit of his need. But I knew enough about omegas to realize this was far from over. In about half an hour, he’d want me again, and as the day progressed, he won’t be able to keep his ass off my cock until his heat disappeared.
He laughed, one hand on his chest as it rose and fell in sharply.
I touched my cock, where my knot had expanded, and groaned. It had felt nice, and I didn’t think I’d forget it anytime soon. Even after Grayson’s heat was over, now that I’d had a taste of the knotting in my cock again, I wouldn’t want to wait as long as I had this time. Maybe Grayson would need help later on, too.
I shifted to my side, my head resting on my hand. Caressing his arm, I returned his smile. “How are you?”
He blinked at me, a twist of a frown on his face, as though he didn’t quite expect me to ask. “Fine.” Then he grinned again, but this one was wicked, and I knew what was coming. He wiggled closer and threw a leg over my thigh, dragging me against his body. “Your cock is amazing.”
I fought back the blush. “Thanks.”
His eyebrows dipped closer together. “You’re different. You’re not what I expected in bed.”
“What did you expect?” I thought about asking him how we’d met, but I didn’t gather the nerve. He’d probably be pissed I couldn’t remember. Hell, now that I’d had him, I was disappointed in myself.
“I expected you to be more take charge. As though you know you’re sexy.” He touched my chest, stroking his fingers through the light hair between my pecs, before he moved them lower. His hand wrapped around my sensitive cock, and I hissed. “You’ve always been confident.”
I would have told him that sounded more like Blair, but I was distracted with the way he worked my cock into an erection, which I didn’t think was possible so quickly after multiple orgasms.
He licked his lips, gaze locked onto what his hand was doing. “I want you to fuck me again.”
I couldn’t say no.
***
I collapsed onto my back after the second day and sixth round of sex. I didn’t think it was possible to knot or cum anymore, but Grayson still managed to wring the remnants of an orgasm from me.
He’d finally collapsed, though. His heat was far from over, but it’s what I called the rest period, the time between rounds of sex where I could get up and feed the animals. And I did just that.
I was glad I’d at least asked Quinn, my deceased cousin Hunter’s widower, to take care of Emily. That’s one less responsibility I had to account for
while fucking Grayson.
Making sure the blanket covered him to his neck, I put on the clothes I’d thrown on the floor before this latest session, and headed downstairs. The dogs were already waiting at the back door, their tails thumping the wooden veranda at the rear of the house.
Iggy, our golden retriever, let out a happy whine, her tail swishing faster than the others. She jumped up when I threw open the back door and did a twirl of excitement on her feet. I scratched her head before I did the same to the two collies.
“Come on, kiddies, time to get to work.”
All three of them barked as though answering me, and together we set off to feed the rest of the animals, which ranged from sheep to pigs.
Blair
“Bristol, you home?” I glanced down at the welcome mat outside the front door. It was the same one Mom bought a few years back—a cartoon farmer with a wide-brimmed hat, a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth, and his hand held up in a wave. She thought it was the most hilarious thing she’d ever seen, but to the day she died, the rest of us couldn’t work out why.
I still remember when seeing it would send her into a fit of giggles, and Bristol and I would laugh just because she was. They’d been the good days, the ones where my twin and I actually communicated, days that were long gone. The only reason I came back this time was because Emily was worried. It was unusual for Bristol to tell Emily to go to Quinn’s house. While he was more than happy to keep an eye on her for a few days, Quinn had a new baby, partner, and H.J. to take care of. Adding a teenage girl to the list wouldn’t be much fun.
“Hey, Bristol, where the hell are you?” I threw open the front screen door, which was never locked, and strode into the quaint farmhouse we’d grown up in. I didn’t look at the photos on the walls, or the small knitted blanket hanging over the back of the couch—the same one Mom had knitted a week before the car accident. Bristol hadn’t changed a damn thing since their deaths, and that had been one of the many things got under my skin. People never understood, though. Bristol was the smart twin, the sensible one, which also meant he’d become the man of the house after it happened. To hell with that.
Shaking my head at the infuriating memories I’d tried to escape the moment I left Cherry Hollow, I strode farther into the house, the old floorboards squeaking under my weight. The kitchen was empty, as was the laundry room, and the craft room Dad had added onto the house for Mom and her sewing.
Something thumped above me, and I glanced up at the ceiling with a frown. If he was upstairs, why the hell hadn’t he answered me? Stubborn ass.
Sighing, I climbed the wooden stairs and headed toward Bristol’s bedroom. I lifted my hand to knock, but I never got the chance. It flew open, revealing a very naked Grayson, hair sticking up everywhere, looking as if he’d been freshly fucked.
I knew he’d gone on heat leave, but why was he here?
“What the hell?” I frowned at him, scanning from the top of his messy ginger head, down his lean body and soft stomach, past his long, thin cock, and to his feet.
“Where were you?” he demanded, grabbing my three-hundred-dollar shirt and dragging me into the room. He slammed the door shut and shoved me until I’d stumbled onto the bed, and then he climbed on top of me. The entire time I was in shock because this couldn’t have been happening—not in my old house, in my brother’s bed, with Grayson fucking Briggs, the mayor of Cherry Hollow. I had to be dreaming.
“What are you doing?” I blinked at him, watching his hands fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
He rolled his eyes. “Are you honestly playing hard to get right now? I want your cock.” His gaze focused on me, and I recognized the signs of an omega in heat. The lust-filled gaze—pupils dilated, the scent of his slick in the air, and the way he craved an alpha. Even though he was high with pheromones, he also had some awareness of his surroundings. Grayson loved control, so I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t half drugged from his heat. Even though he was obviously high on sex, he still had a sense of reality, of what he wanted. That’s what I always liked about him.
I grabbed his hands, stopping him from ripping apart my shirt in frustration. “Stop, stop. What the hell is going on here, Grayson? Why are you here?”
He shot forward, mouth slamming against mine in a hard, passionate kiss that had my toes curling in my shoes. Christ. He could kiss the heterosexuality out of the straightest man in the world with those lips.
“Don’t tease me,” he whimpered against my mouth. “Please fuck me. I need you, Blair. I want you so bad.”
I should have said no, but something inside me snapped. He knew what he desired, and I wanted him just as much. How could I deny such a beautiful man in need?
I touched his arms, fingers curling around his sinewy muscles. Holding on to him, I dragged him closer and crushed my lips against his in another lust-fueled kiss that had him moaning and whimpering with so much want that it triggered the alpha part of my brain, the bit that told me to take, own, mate.
All questions disappeared from my mind, because all that mattered was the demanding omega on top of me, the one who wanted my cock.
“You on pills?” I muttered against his lips as I spun us so it was his back pressed against the mattress.
He tilted his head back, gazed at me in a way that promised he’d consume me. “It’s a bit late to ask now, isn’t it?” Grayson’s chuckle was deep and rough. “Don’t worry. I’m not an idiot. I don’t want kids yet, you know that.”
All I needed to know. I fell back onto my knees and worked off my shirt, which he’d half undone, and threw it to the floor. I kicked my shoes off, and my pants came next. There wasn’t any finesse about the way I tore the clothes from my body. I’d dreamed of fucking Grayson for almost a year, and I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to be inside his tight asshole. I was going to fuck him so hard that he’d come back begging for more.
He blinked up at me and spread his legs, knees bent and slick asshole on show. And what a sight it was. He was nice and wet, hole shiny, ready for my thick cock to spear him open and fill him with my cum while he begged me to breed him. Yes. That’s what I wanted.
Grayson pushed himself up on his elbows and grinned at me. “Take them off, too.” He nodded at the boxers I still had on.
“So demanding. I don’t blame you. I’m irresistible.” I smirked and hooked my thumbs in my underwear, tugging them down and over my hardening cock.
He licked his lips, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, but shook his head. Crooking a finger at me, the expression on his face was wicked. “Come over here, big boy.”
I grinned and crawled toward him, hard cock bouncing. I settled between his legs and spread his knees so I could take a long look at that pink hole, gleaming and begging for me to push in and knot him. Touching my finger to his entrance, I applied a bit of teasing pressure, but it was enough to make him whimper again.
“Come on. Don’t tease.” Grayson wiggled closer, his coffee scent growing stronger by the second. I wanted to devour him the same way I did my hot brew in the early morning. His hair was vivid against the white linen, his stare hungry.
Even if I wanted to tease him longer, I couldn’t. I’d always been an impatient bastard, and I wasn’t going to wait around to take what I wanted. I grabbed his knees, nearly bending him in half. Lowering my head, I took a swipe of his asshole, his slick coating my tongue. I’d been through lots of heats with omegas, but none of them tasted as ripe, and the sweetness triggered me further. My cock felt heavy, ready to mount him and fuck him until he only called my name whenever he came.
“Come on.” His legs trembled and he whined, low and inviting.
I winked at him. “Oh, I’m gonna make you come, sweetheart.”
Lining up the head of my erection, I shoved into him without warning, filling him straight to my balls. I knew I wouldn’t hurt him, because his body was equipped to take me.
He groaned with need, his muscles seizing and his heels digging straight into the base
of my spine, encouraging me deeper. His tightness sucked me in and squeezed, and pleasure shot through me. It’s how I imagined heroin in my veins would feel. But unlike heroin, I wanted this kind of drug, craved it.
He clasped the back of my neck, dragging me down for another kiss. I sucked on his tongue, and then peppered kisses on the side of his mouth and down his neck until he was rocking against me, begging me to fuck him with not-so-subtle squirming.
I didn’t deny him what he wanted. My thrusts started off short and quick, little jabs of my cock into his hole, before I drove in to the hilt, taking my time. The deeper I got, the louder he groaned, and I used his sounds as encouragements.
The image of his head thrown back and him gnawing on his bottom lip was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t leaving my spank bank for a very long time. Who knew such an uptight, smart man was a wanton, needy omega in bed? I wasn’t going to complain.
He fucked himself back on me with each thrust of my cock into him and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding on to it roughly. He clawed and grasped, whimpered and moaned, and everything he did made my cock harder and my balls draw closer to my body.
My blood rushed south, alongside the tingles of my oncoming orgasm. I could have held off, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to fill him until he was dripping with my seed.
I would have laughed, teased him about how much I was going to make him come, but my own orgasm had me by the balls, literally. I stilled, eyes clenched tightly as my erection jerked and my seed filled Grayson so full that I felt it squish around me. The base of my cock twinged and grew, and my knot expanded until I was happily caught inside him.
The expansion made him groan again, but this time it was deeper and more guttural. His scent intoxicated me, filled the room with a bouquet of fresh-ground dark coffee as well as his sweet slick. Yes. Perfect.
