Alpha in Heat

by Anna Wineheart

  “Fuck, Sinclair.” Dom pushed his tip into Jesse’s mouth, a thick, demanding length that forced its way deeper. Jesse dripped. He sucked on Dom, groaning when Dom fucked in, plowing into his mouth just like how he would further down.

  Except Dom pulled out, glistening with wetness. “Put the rest on.”

  Jesse stifled his groan. “But I need you inside.”

  Dom’s smile curved his lips, hungry and dangerous. “Yeah. And you groan every fucking time you put a donut on me.”

  He cupped the side of Jesse’s head, rubbing his tip over Jesse’s mouth—a lewd sort of kiss. Then he pushed it in again, so deep that he hit the back of Jesse’s throat. Jesse’s nose crammed against the closest donut, compressing it against the rest.

  He wanted to swear, but he couldn’t around Dom’s cock.

  “Fuck,” Dom hissed, pulling out, thrusting back in, his length rubbing wet and intimate inside Jesse’s mouth. Jesse dug his fingers into Dom’s thighs, sucking on Dom, trying not to blow his own load.

  “Want my come?” Dom growled, pushing deeper, heavy on Jesse’s tongue. “Down your throat? Or in your ass?”

  Then he thrust deep like he was trying to slide into Jesse’s throat and open it. Jesse wheezed, his cock so hard, it fucking hurt. “Dom,” he gasped.

  Dom pulled out, his tip dripping with Jesse’s saliva, the donuts crammed together on his cock. “Eat them now, and I’ll fuck you raw.”

  Jesse grabbed a fifth donut. He needed to see it again. He pushed it down gently onto Dom’s tip, biting off his groan when Dom stretched it slowly, tearing that innocent opening apart.

  Dom snapped his hips, ripping open that hole. “That’s how I’ll open you, Sinclair.”

  Precome squirted out of Jesse. With a groan, he sank his teeth into the closest donut. It was rich and chocolatey and fluffy, and he swallowed it down, the heat of Dom’s length radiating into his cheek. Jesse ate the next donut, then the next, groaning at the sinful decadence that was Dom’s gift to him, wrapped around the most delicious thing of all.

  With each donut he ate, Jesse exposed more of Dom—until he reached the last one, lunging at it, all but inhaling that treat, his mouth smeared with chocolate.

  Dom growled, sliding his fingers across Jesse’s cheek. He gathered the chocolate on the pads of his fingers, before pushing them into Jesse’s mouth. “Suck,” Dom murmured. “That’ll get them ready for you.”

  Jesse’s breath punched out of him. He licked around Dom’s fingers, getting them thoroughly soaked. Then he began to suck, lightly at first, then harder and harder, until Dom’s breath hitched, and he pulled his fingers out of Jesse’s mouth, pushing his cock back in.

  “This is what you’ll get,” Dom snarled, shoving deep into Jesse’s mouth. “Every single inch of it.”

  He fucked in hard, and Jesse choked, struggling to get his clothes off. He needed to get naked, he needed to give Dom all of himself. “Trying, can’t—”

  Dom slid out. “Get on the bed. I’ll strip you myself.”

  Every part of Jesse’s body tingled. He grabbed the donut box and staggered down the hallway. Dom caught up with him, grasping Jesse’s ass through his pants. Then he growled, “You need more donuts?”

  “Not leaving them at the door.”

  He’d barely set them on the nightstand, when Dom grabbed Jesse’s pants and ripped them down his thighs, completely exposing his ass. Jesse had a second to gasp. Dom hauled Jesse against his chest and shoved his damp fingers between Jesse’s cheeks, cramming his fingertips against Jesse’s hole.

  “‘Donut’, Sinclair.” His breath fell hot on Jesse’s ear, his touch a promise on Jesse’s skin.

  “Fuck you.”

  Dom’s laugh was low, rough. And he pushed so hard against Jesse’s hole that Jesse yielded around him, stretching open, taking Dom inside. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Dom growled. He swirled his fingers around, finding that sensitive spot, shoving down on it.

  Sparks burst through Jesse’s vision. Pleasure razed through his limbs. He swore and arched, knocking Dom’s arms away. If Dom really wanted this, then he could come get Jesse.

  Jesse crawled onto the bed, trying to kick off his pants. Dom grabbed his foot and yanked his leg out from under him. Jesse lost his balance, thumping against the mattress. His stitches pulled, but he didn’t care. “Fuck off, Dom—”

  Dom was upon him in a second, grabbing Jesse’s pants, tearing them clean off his legs. Over his shoulder, Jesse glimpsed Dom shrugging out of his clothes—so he was entirely naked, all glorious muscle, his gaze ink-black with hunger.

  But if there was one thing Dom loved, it was Jesse spread out for him. Jesse parted his knees and knelt, leaning forward, showing Dom his ass. His hole was probably exposed, and he could tell when Dom—

  Dom snarled and lunged, bowling Jesse forward. Jesse’s chest hit the mattress. Dom shoved their hips together, his cock sliding hot against the crease of Jesse’s thigh. Then he moved it, and it pressed thick and hungry against Jesse’s balls, a threat and promise rolled into one.

  Jesse groaned, grinding back. The pressure wasn’t enough. But he loved when Dom’s cock whispered against his own, intimate and light, their sensitive parts rubbing together.

  “Gonna open that hole, Sinclair,” Dom rasped, leaning forward, their hips pressed snug. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a dollop onto his fingers. Jesse’s blood thrummed. Then a cool touch brushed over his hole, and Dom pushed his fingers inside, swirling them around. Prepping Jesse for his entrance.

  Jesse’s breath punched out of him. Dom hadn’t used this much lube before. But this only meant that Dom would go rougher this time, harder than he’d ever done.

  He reached back, grasping his cheeks, spreading them wider.

  “Stop that,” Dom hissed, but he leaned back, lubing up his cock with one swift stroke. Then he nudged his blunt, slippery tip against Jesse’s hole, a light pressure against where Jesse was most vulnerable. “How do you want this?”

  “Inside,” Jesse hissed, shoving himself down onto Dom. “Please.”

  Dom swore and snapped his hips, and he opened Jesse—just his tip at first. Then he plowed inside, every single inch, a sweet slide of thick cock that stretched Jesse open so wide, he wheezed and almost came right there.

  “Fuck,” Jesse panted, scrabbling against the sheets, just taking his alpha. There wasn’t anything else in the world like the feeling of Dom in him, Dom so big that he had to have straightened out Jesse’s insides.

  If Jesse were a donut, Dom would’ve ripped him clean in two. Except he was stretched tight around Dom, close to breaking, and every tiny movement that Dom made sent pleasure racing up his veins.

  “Mine,” Dom snarled, biting hard into Jesse’s shoulder, breaking skin.

  Jesse hissed. “Yours.” He lifted his ass, angling it up at Dom—enough for Dom to snarl and pull out almost all the way, and slam his entire cock back inside.

  Pleasure sluiced into Jesse’s veins; he gasped for breath, his body almost overwhelmed with need, with pleasure, with the feeling of Dom claiming him. He rocked back onto his alpha’s length, sinking down on it. Dom groaned, fucking in so hard that he shoved Jesse forward onto the bed. And he built a sweet rhythm, his wrist dragging down Jesse’s skin as he thrust in, over and over, his cock opening Jesse so wide that Jesse’s body knew only him.

  Tension grew in Jesse’s body. He growled and wrenched himself away from Dom, so Dom slid out, leaving his body empty. Even if they were bonding today, even if he loved Dom—there was no way Jesse would make this easy for him.

  He crawled across the bed and turned. Dom lunged, shoving Jesse down onto his back. Jesse heaved him off; Dom threw himself onto Jesse and hauled his legs open. And now they were getting serious, Dom’s smile a vicious slash across his face.

  Jesse grinned. “I guess you can still fuck, old man.”

  “I’ll show you ‘fucking’,” Dom snarled, pinning Jesse down the moment Jesse tried t
o escape. Then he shoved Jesse’s legs open, he bent Jesse almost in half so he exposed Jesse’s hole, and spat onto it, a warm wetness that slid down Jesse’s asscheek, gathering against his entrance. “Fuck, Sinclair. Such a tight hole.”

  “Not gonna,” Jesse said, twisting away.

  Dom forced Jesse’s legs apart and bore down, pinning them open with his weight—so there was no way Jesse could close his legs, there was no way for him to deny Dom. Jesse pulsed so hard, he was sure Dom could see it.

  “‘Donut,’” Dom whispered, meeting his eyes.

  “Actually.” Jesse licked his lips. “Yeah. Donut.”

  Surprised, Dom released him.

  Jesse savored it. It took a lot to surprise this alpha. He crawled across the bed and pulled open the donut box. Then he grabbed one of the remaining ones, shuffled back, and pushed it down onto Dom’s cock. “Now we can resume.”

  Dom laughed. “You won’t get it all in with that donut on me.”

  “Crush it.” Jesse shuffled away from Dom, pretending as though his hole wasn’t in desperate need of filling. “I don’t care.”

  Dom snarled behind him. The next thing Jesse knew, he was tackled from behind, his entire body slamming into the mattress, Dom’s cock shoving against his ass. Jesse growled and heaved him off. Dom caught Jesse’s leg and hauled it up, exposing his hole.

  “So fucking sweet for me,” Dom rasped, rubbing Jesse’s entrance.

  Jesse twisted out of his grip. Dom had to force him onto his back, pinning Jesse down with one arm across his chest. Then he shoved Jesse’s leg up and pinned it, and his tip jammed between Jesse’s cheeks, right against his hole.

  “‘Donut’,” Dom said again.

  “Fuck off.” Jesse spat on him. Dom smiled, pinning Jesse’s legs open so wide, he was spread like a feast.

  Dom angled his cock and slipped his tip inside, and then he slammed in so hard, Jesse arched off the bed, panting, his body singing with the pleasure coursing through his veins.

  “Damn you,” Jesse hissed. Even if he didn’t want Dom to stop, ever.

  Dom smiled and plowed in harder, his whole cock sinking in all at once. Jesse swore. And Dom began a savage rhythm, holding Jesse down, open for him, Jesse’s body entirely his as he ravaged it. Jesse panted with each stroke, pleasure swelling through him.

  He reached up, pressing his palm against Dom’s throat, just cradling him there. Where he was vulnerable. Dom smiled down at him. And they joined, over and over, Dom crushing the donut between them until it became a mess of chocolate, hardly a barrier as he pushed every last inch in. Jesse couldn’t breathe, he was so close to the edge.

  “Come for me, Sinclair,” Dom panted, snapping his hips, sliding so deep that Jesse threw his head back, trying to get enough air into his lungs.

  “No,” Jesse hissed.

  Dom’s rhythm turned savage, until all Jesse could smell was his alpha, until all Jesse could feel was Dom. Then Dom leaned in and kissed him full on the lips, and he hit that one spot inside Jesse, so hard that pleasure rocked through Jesse’s body and wiped out all his thoughts. An animal sound ripped out of his throat, his spine arching, his toes curling.

  Dom followed him over the edge with a snarl. He buried himself completely and held still, and Jesse felt Dom swell, trembling as he filled Jesse with spurt after spurt of come.

  Dom kissed him, panting and sloppy. Then he dropped kisses all over the rest of Jesse’s face—his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. It felt as though he was treating Jesse like someone precious. Jesse flushed, unused to this intimacy.

  “You’re being a sap,” he muttered.

  “I don’t see you shoving me off.” Dom smiled.

  “I don’t dislike it.”

  Dom snorted. “Okay, I’ll stop.”

  Jesse couldn’t help his visceral reaction—tensing, biting his tongue before he pleaded for Dom to return. Dom, the bastard that he was, smiled and nuzzled Jesse under his jaw. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I stop, Sinclair,” Dom murmured, catching Jesse’s wrist. Then he stroked his thumb over Jesse’s scent gland, and pleasure whispered into Jesse’s body. “Mind if I...?”

  Jesse stopped breathing. “You’re really gonna?”

  “I’ve already given you one.” Dom stroked the crook of Jesse’s neck. “But I want you to carry my mark. All over.”

  Jesse’s face flushed so hot, he wished it would stop doing that. “Yeah. Sure.”

  He tried to pretend it didn’t affect him so much, except he couldn’t stop looking when Dom brought his hand up between them. “You’re carrying our child,” Dom whispered. “And my scent.” He kissed Jesse’s wrist, nuzzling it until he found a particular spot. Then he grazed it with his teeth, meeting Jesse’s eyes. “Last chance to say no.”

  Jesse couldn’t bring himself to say no, or yes, or fuck off, because none of them felt appropriate. So he said, “Please.”

  Dom sucked in a shaky breath, pressing a kiss to his skin. Then he bit down hard, sinking his teeth into Jesse’s flesh. Pain and pleasure twisted through Jesse’s skin, all the way through his body. He hissed and tensed, jerking against Dom. His stitches pulled. But none of that beat the feeling of seeing Dom’s bite on him, tiny droplets of blood welling up on his skin.

  He was Dom’s.

  “Your other wrist,” Dom growled.

  Jesse lifted it to his lips. Dom repeated that bite, so more pain, and more pleasure, seared down his veins. And now Jesse carried Dom’s bonding mark on every one of his scent glands.

  It shouldn’t make him smile so much. Jesse averted his gaze, glancing at the crook of Dom’s neck—where there was already a silvery scar. He thought about Dom’s ex, Mal. How Mal had left Dom.

  Jesse couldn’t judge, because he wasn’t right in the head, either. If it were up to him, he would never leave someone like Dom.

  But maybe... Mal had left, so Dom could find someone else. Jesse could understand that. Sometimes he looked at himself, and he wondered how Dom saw him at all through all these scars. Sometimes, he wondered if Dom wouldn’t rather have another omega instead, someone more his age, someone less broken.

  “Would you let me mark you?” Jesse asked, his heart squeezing.

  Dom’s lips twitched. “I was waiting for you to ask.”

  He tilted his head to the side, offering his scent gland. Jesse’s breath snagged. This was a big thing. Dom wanted Jesse’s mark. Even with all the scars and Jesse being younger and Jesse being an alpha. Jesse flushed, leaning in. He’d never marked anyone before.

  He sniffed at Dom’s skin, finding the spot that smelled most strongly of blackwood. He kissed it. And licked it to mark the spot. Then he bit down hard, enough that Dom hissed and tensed. When Jesse pulled back, tiny droplets of blood beaded Dom’s skin—Jesse’s marking.

  It looked good on Dom.

  Dom had other scent glands, too—on his wrists—but Jesse didn’t feel prepared to mark him there yet. He kissed the bite on Dom’s neck, savoring it. “Mine,” he said, wrapping his mind around that idea. Dom was his. This capable man who was alpha-as-hell, who was older and wiser than Jesse, and who accepted Jesse for who he was.

  “Yours,” Dom murmured, his knot swelling inside Jesse. Maybe one day, when Dom was feeling up to it, he’d let Jesse knot him, too. Jesse had the feeling that Dom would let him. All he had to do was ask.

  32

  The Color of Love

  Jesse tried not to stare at the omegas during the next barbecue party. Rather, he wasn’t staring at the omegas themselves, but their bottles of nail polish.

  Someone had arranged for a mini manicure thing the previous time—half the omegas were with their alphas, or watching the children, and the other half had gathered around a picnic bench, where bottles of nail polish glittered in the sunlight.

  “This one shines a lot,” Perry said, lifting a bottle. “I found it recently, but I’m really surprised. See the specks of blue glitter? It really stands out against the silver bits.”


  Jesse kind of wanted to look, too. But he wasn’t so sure about inviting himself over—alphas weren’t supposed to use nail polish.

  Deep down, he’d become aware of these tendencies plaguing him. The urge to look for pretty things, the urge to feel pretty. Or even just trying on some nail polish. He knew it was the influence of his other parts, and he knew it wasn’t really him. But... he couldn’t stop the curiosity.

  Dom stopped next to him, nudging the small of his back. “Sit with them.”

  Jesse stared incredulously at him. “Why?”

  “Because you want to.”

  “You don’t think I’m trying to hit on them, or something?” Jesse asked.

  Dom huffed, glancing at Jesse’s abdomen. At twenty weeks, he was really starting to show. The other guys on the team had been joking about his newly-acquired beer belly, and Jesse hadn’t thought to correct them.

  “If I thought you were interested in an omega,” Dom said with a smile, “I’d be saying something very different.” He gave Jesse another nudge. Jesse didn’t want to disappoint his alpha, so he wandered over, awkwardly meeting Perry’s eyes. At least Perry knew his circumstances.

  “Can I... sit here?” Jesse asked, feeling about a hundred times more awkward.

  Perry glanced at Jesse’s abdomen, then patted the bench next to him. “Sure thing.”

  The other omegas looked up, but didn’t object to his presence. So Jesse watched as they picked out colors and helped paint each other’s nails.

  He decided that he really liked the sparkly polish Perry had first picked out, the one with bits of blue glitter. He didn’t know how to ask, though. He memorized its brand and name, just so he could go to a store later, maybe. So he could experiment with it in secret.

  Perry met his eyes. “Would you like to try some, too?”

  Jesse glanced at the bottle with the silver glitter, biting his lip. How did he ask while still sounding like an alpha?