by Esme Beal
He nodded, that sincere look still in his eyes like he was listening to every word I said.
“I thought that maybe you were the one,” I said. “I thought that you were the Alpha I was fated to. I thought spending enough time around you would make me go into heat. I… I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
“Yes. For not being completely honest with you. I… I enjoyed spending time with you while we were working together.”
“I enjoyed being with you, too, Spencer.”
“I wouldn’t want to keep you away from work though. If it’s not meant to be, then it’s not meant to be.”
“How do you know it’s not meant to be?”
“Because it’s been a few days and nothing has happened, regardless of how strongly I felt about you. I…”
I realized what I’d just admitted and immediately became embarrassed. Even though my cheeks were blushing red with embarrassment, I still kept my eyes locked on Marshall. He stared back at me with a soft smile.
“You don’t have to apologize to me for that,” he said.
He moved closer to me on my couch. He put a hand on my arm and sent a shudder through my spine.
“I wouldn’t have spent all the time I’ve already spent with you if I didn’t feel the same way.”
“Do you mean—”
“What I mean is it doesn’t matter if you and I are fated to one another.”
He moved his face to mine and kissed me. His facial hair was rough against my skin. The taste of his tongue made me forget about everything I was worried about. I suddenly felt silly about having held everything back from him.
“Just be with me, Spencer… Be with me… Tonight…”
He whispered the words into my ear. His warm breath against my cheek made me shiver again. I reached out and put my arms around him, wanting to hold him close and brace myself at the same time.
“Your leg—”
“My leg will be fine. Don’t worry about me, Omega.”
“No… Let me…”
I reached down and started unbuckling his belt. Our lips tangled together again while I fiddled with his zipper. In the darkness of my living room, the passion grew so loud and hot between us that there was no stopping it.
He raised his ass up just enough to let me lower his underwear and jeans down toward his ankles. I never failed to marvel at how thick his cock was. It was throbbing, so full of life. My mouth watered just from the sight of it.
I gave Marshall one last kiss before lowering my face down on him. I rubbed his smooth hilt with my palm and circled his base with my thumb and index finger. My tongue tickled the slit on the tip of his shaft.
“Spencer…”
He inhaled a sharp breath and shifted in his seat. His deep voice grunting my name was music to my ears.
I sealed my lips around the head and lowered my face down, taking his shaft between my teeth. I covered him with my spit and let my tongue glide on one side of his length. I could already feel him throbbing even more with so much pent-up sexual energy. I wanted to do everything I could help him release it.
I bobbed my head up and down slowly at first. I sucked and swallowed his length whole. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I had enough practice that I could take him into my throat. A few gags must’ve been what he wanted to hear because when I did, Marshall held my face down on him and kept it there.
“Right there… Swallow it… Keep it there…”
I responded by gagging again, my mouth too full at the moment. Spit dripped from every corner of my mouth and down his cock. My eyes started to water and my vision blurred. I was short of breath and my lungs burned in my chest. My heart was racing to the point that I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to have him inside of me.
He didn’t protest when I moved my face off of him. I looked at him and gasped a deep breath. I wiped the spit from my chin with the back of my hand and stood up.
“I want you,” I gasped.
“I want you, too—”
“No… Let me do the work tonight…”
I took my shirt off and tossed it to the side. Marshall took the time to do the same. Sweaty muscles with tan skin and dark ink made him look more delicious than usual. It didn’t help that my body was dripping wet for him. I pulled my jeans down and felt the lubrication trickling down my asshole in eager anticipation. I couldn’t get naked fast enough.
Completely free of my fabric restraints, I got on top of him, making sure not to straddle the bandages on his leg.
“Let me,” I whispered.
I kept my eyes locked on his. That brown-eyed stare of his had me hypnotized. I was in a trance. All I wanted was to have him inside of me.
I gripped his shaft and guided him between my cheeks. The slick wetness of my opening made it easier to find. I pushed his tip inside of me and lowered myself down.
“Oh… Wow…”
I groaned in embarrassed ecstasy. It felt too good. I couldn’t take it. I fell down completely on his shaft, impaling myself. My ass pressed against his hilt while I enjoyed the thickness of his cock vibrating against my walls.
“Marshall… You’re so good… It feels… amazing…”
“I want you so bad, Spencer… So bad…”
He gripped a handful of my hair and forced my face to his. I wrapped my hands around his head and brought him close for a deep kiss.
My hips started to grind on top of him. Up and down, I slowly rode to my own rhythm. I wanted to please every inch of his thick cock.
Marshall couldn’t have it so easily though. Even when I wanted to take control, I lost myself to the strength of the Alpha before me.
He took my waist in his hands and started grinding his hips.
“Marshall… Your leg…”
“My leg is fine…”
I didn’t need much reassurance for him to keep going. I couldn’t refuse him.
I let him give it to me, slamming his cock up and into my ass with deep, forceful strokes. The sound of our bodies clapping together echoed through my living room. My mouth hung open. Between stifled moans caught in my throat, cries of ecstasy managed to escape. I tightened my hands around the back of his neck and held on.
“Marshall… Marshall, I…”
I was so warm. My body dripped with sweat. My heart was on the verge of exploding. Not to mention how hard my cock was. My dick bounced up and down to the rhythm Marshall rammed himself into me.
He was giving it to me so hard I could feel it in my stomach and through the rest of my body. A warmth that pulsed through my veins like my insides were on fire. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Wait… Is this…
It didn’t stop. A burning fire had replaced my blood. My body was so hot that I almost couldn’t stand it. There was a bubbling in my stomach that made it hard for me to think.
“Marshall…”
I blinked my eyes open and pressed my forehead to his.
“I… I’m gonna come…”
“I’m gonna come, too…” he grunted.
“Come inside of me… Give it to me… I… I need it…”
He started ramming into me so hard that he was going to break me. His hands were so tight on my waist that I couldn’t move.
But nothing compared to the heat ramping up inside of me.
This was it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was no mistaking it.
“You’re the one,” I grunted.
“Spencer…”
He let out a thick, masculine growl as he started to come inside of me. Feeling his insides splash against my walls made me come just the same. My dick exploded and a small spurt of cum spilled onto his hard abs. I reached down and pumped my cock, milking myself while Marshall came with me.
The two of us groaned at one another. We lost ourselves completely to our orgasms.
But even when my cock had dripped every drop, the feeling in my veins hadn’t gone away. My body was still warm. I craved Marshall like my
life depended on it.
I leaned forward and collapsed in his arms.
“I need you… Alpha… Give it to me…”
I whispered the words, hoping that he would know how I felt.
His cock was still hard inside of me. His grip was still firm on my waist. But more than anything else, there was a look in his eyes. A man so focused that there was nothing he could do to fight it.
That’s when I knew for sure that he felt it, too.
“You’re mine, Omega.”
Chapter 17
MARSHALL
My cock was harder than I’d ever felt it before. I just managed to pull it out of Spencer just before it was too thick to move.
“Come here.”
I grunted and forcefully put him on all fours on the couch. He gasped and pressed his hands up against the wall.
Legs spread. Ass dripping with a combination of both of us. The heat coming from it was so warm I could feel it against my tip. The way he presented himself to me was like nothing else.
“Give it to me,” he sighed, his back turned to me. “I need it.”
My blood boiled inside of me. Sweat dripped out every pore. I stood up straight behind Spencer and didn’t feel any pain in my leg. I was consumed by my desire.
I took his waist in one hand and grabbed my swollen, slippery shaft. I pushed it toward his wet hole and shoved it in with a deep, hard thrust.
“Ahh!”
Spencer cried out in so much ecstasy that I would’ve thought he was in pain. But his whimpers quickly turned into desperate pleas.
“Oh, God… Marshall… Please… I need it…”
I was too focused to respond to him. My hands tight on his waist, I took him from behind on his living room couch.
Being with Spencer was fun enough but now it was something more. Every inch of my skin tingled. My vision blurred except for the sight of the man in front of me. I squeezed him tight like I didn’t want to let him go.
But more than anything else, my dick only grew even harder. My shaft was so thick and firm that I could barely shift my hips inside of me. That wasn’t enough to stop the amount of pleasure coursing through my veins. Every part of me tingled with ecstasy to the point that I became just as desperate as Spencer.
“Yes, just like that… Marshall…”
“Omega… You’re mine… Say it…”
“I’m yours, Alpha…”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Alpha… I’m yours… I’m yours…”
He kept pleading with me, begging me to give it even harder to him. I thumped my hilt against his ass so forcefully that it shifted the entire couch underneath us.
Spencer remained bent over on all fours and took it like a man. Every stroke. Every thrust. The base of my cock slammed against him and added to the chorus of grunts and groans spilling out of the both of us. There was no question now that everybody else in the apartment building knew what was going on. I didn’t care how loud we’d gotten. The entire city of Snow Falls could be watching but that wouldn’t have mattered to me. All I wanted was to give Spencer everything he wanted and satisfy the insatiable craving that continued to burn inside of me.
“Oh, Marshall… I’m gonna come again… Oh, my God… Ahh…”
His words trailed off suddenly. He shook in my grip but not enough to break free. The climax of the man before me only made me pump my cock even harder.
I leaned forward and pressed my chest to his back. My skin was sticky with sweat and cum from Spencer’s previous orgasm. We were both a dripping mess but I planned on getting even messier.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” I grunted into his ear.
“Give it to me…”
“Take my cum…”
“Every drop… I need it, Alpha… Fill me with your seed…”
Two men desperate for one another. Spencer was going through his heat but I was the one suffering through it. I couldn’t take it for much longer. My body was close to reaching its limit.
I pressed a hand into his back and made him prone on the couch. I laid on top of him, rifling my thick cock in and out of his asshole as best I could. My balls were heavy and tight up against me. My muscles ached. Sweat dripped from my head down to my toes. I pinned Spencer down, ready to give him exactly what we both wanted.
“I’m gonna come, Omega…”
“Yes… Yes, do it… I want your seed… I want your cum inside of me…”
“It’s yours…”
“I’m yours, Alpha… I’ll always be yours…”
My thoughts only became more and more incoherent as my orgasm neared. I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth, pushing myself closer to the edge until it was right in view. A few drops of cum began to spill out of me like a dam just starting to overflow.
“Spencer…”
I grunted his name and held my breath. With one last stroke, I buried my cock inside of his ass and let the dam burst.
“Oh…”
Spencer moaned as the first splash of cum fired out of my tip. A thick pulse of my seed like the life was being drained out of me. My cock throbbed so hard that my entire body trembled the same. Wave after wave of pleasure had me helpless. All I could do was hold Spencer down and keep him in place while my dick emptied into him.
“Marshall… Alpha…”
Spencer was helpless, moaning to me while he took it. I kept waiting to spill my last drop into him. But my cock continued to empty. There was so much coming out of me that it started to leak out of Spencer just the same.
“Omega…”
I moaned the words, desperate to find the end of the pleasure. Suddenly, just as the last bit of cum I had inside of me came out, my body finally returned to me. My cock began to soften. My muscles started to relax. My vision cleared. The pain in my leg returned. All of the sweat covering me dripped down my skin. There was no longer fire burning in my veins.
I laid on top of Spencer. The two of us gasped heaving breaths to try and regain our composure. A few seconds wouldn’t be enough. After what we just did, I figured it would take days to recover.
Somewhere inside of me, there was a little bit of strength left to push myself off of him. My cock came out of him and some of my seed trickled down his thighs. I collapsed on the couch next to him and turned my face up to the ceiling, still sucking in air like I couldn’t breathe.
It took a few moments before Spencer was finally able to sit up straight. He looked at me, his face red with embarrassment and the kind of fatigue you would have after you just had the most intense sex in your life. He bit his bottom lip but it wasn’t nearly enough to hide his grin.
“That was… That was…”
“Incredible,” I sighed.
“I can’t believe it,” he said, shaking his head. “I knew it would be something like that but I never thought… It was like I’d lost complete control of myself.”
“There were a few men in my unit who’d gone through it, like I told you before. They said the feeling was indescribable. I asked them what it was like. Maybe similar to the adrenaline you get when you’re out in the field and your life is on the line. You know what one man said?”
“What’s that?”
“He said that didn’t compare either. I thought he was crazy but now I know… Now I know what it’s like to be with an Omega in heat.”
“And now I know what it’s like to…”
He looked down at his hard stomach. There was some definition on his abs but I wasn’t paying much attention to it. My focus was on the way he put his hand on his stomach.
“You did it,” he said. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”
“How can you tell?”
“I can feel it. Like there’s a life inside of me.”
He took my hand and placed it on his belly, then put his hand on top of mine.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Feel it.”
My heart steadied in my chest. My breathing softened. All of my energy moved to my palm. And then I fel
t it. A warmth inside of Spencer. I could almost feel something moving.
“I feel it,” I said. “…Amazing.”
“You’re the father of my child, Marshall.”
I opened my eyes after hearing him say it. The sex was something incredible but it didn’t compare to what Spencer just said to me.
“I never thought I would hear those words,” I said.
“Do you regret it?”
It was crazy to think that even after this, Spencer still had some doubts. I smiled softly at him and put my hand on his cheek.
“Why would I regret this?” I said. “What kind of man would I be if I regretted this? What kind of Alpha wouldn’t find joy in finding the Omega he was destined to be with?”
“This means a lot to me,” he said, his eyes closed as he enjoyed my palm against his cheek. “I wanted it to be you, Marshall. I wanted so bad for it to be you.”
“I wanted it, too. I wanted it just as much as you did.”
He opened his eyes. The embarrassment on his face was gone, replaced with a confident mischievousness that made me smile.
“I’ll be pregnant for a month,” he said. “Male Omegas are fertile and the child grows quickly.”
“I’m looking forward to spending all my time with you. Though I imagine I’ll probably have to stick around a little longer because of my leg…”
I looked down at the bandage and saw a small stain of blood.
“Your leg!” Spencer exclaimed. “Are you—”
“It’s all right. Not even an injury like this would be enough to stop me from taking you. I didn’t even feel it until just right now. It’s like my mind blocked everything out so that I could do what we did.”
“Still… I don’t want you to go through any more pain that you have to…”
He reached forward and put his hand over the bandage. He started undoing it and saw that the wound had opened up slightly.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine. A new bandage and there won’t be anything to worry about.”
“I could—”
“No,” I said. “You should rest. I imagine conception will only begin to take more and more of a toll on you as time passes.”
“Now that you mention it, I am exhausted.”
