Page 49 of Alpha’s Conquest

“Fuck,” I growled, giving my cock one last stroke before it went soft. He kept his tongue out, hoping to catch any remaining droplets. There were globs of cum all over his face. One was about to slide into his eye, and another had nested in his hair. I rarely came that much. It looked like Casey’s stomach after his heat. Even with strings of sperm coating his face, he had never looked sexier.

I bent down and wiped his mouth clean before giving him a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips. God, I could devour him whole right now. I had to restrain myself, just for tonight. Pulling him to his feet, I picked him up and carried him to the shower stall.

“What are you…” he started to ask as I took the shower wand off the wall and turned the water on. It took a few seconds to get warm, and then I gently trailed the water from the back of his head to the front, watching every drop of my cum wash down the drain.

“I’m not dirtying your bath with that,” I answered as I massaged the gunk out of his hair. I tilted his chin to check for any remaining white goo, and his erection pressed against my thigh. Chuckling, I pressed closer, staring down at the heat flickering behind his eyes. “I drained every ounce of pleasure from you, and you’re still horny?”

“I liked hearing you moan like that. You can’t tell me you don’t want more of me.”

The only thing better than moaning was hearing my omega do it. And he was right. I did want more.

TWENTY-SIX

Casey

Casey

With Adam’s cum still running down my legs, I expected him to push me against the shower wall and fuck me as hard and as ruthlessly as he did during my heat. I had never felt so calm after a heat before, and yet, a fire still burned inside me, one that had nothing to do with pheromones. He sated me beyond belief, but I still craved more.

Adam dropped the shower wand and knelt in front of me, presumably to pick it back up. I wasn’t prepared for his hot, wet tongue on my cock. I jolted back, only stopping myself from tipping over by grabbing his shoulders. My cock slipped into his mouth, and his hands came around my thighs, tightly gripping my ass cheeks so I couldn’t get away.

“Fuck, you don’t… oh my god, Adam.” He always seemed to read my mind, and now he was fulfilling one of my oldest, most cherished fantasies. God, his mouth was so hot and tight. I’d never felt anything like it before. Is this what I felt like inside? No wonder he was obsessed with fucking me. “I… god, just like that.” He chuckled, the vibrations shaking my cock on his tongue. He kept going, sucking and licking me as I fell apart. “I pictured you doing this the day after we met. I’ve always, fuuck, wanted someone to suck me off in the shower. I jerked off in your bathroom, just thinking about you kneeling in front of me with my cock in your mouth.”

Grunting, he roughly pulled me closer, thrusting my dick all the way inside his mouth until his lips brushed my pelvis. I was so deep, my cock hit the back of his throat. His green eyes met mine, his thoughts written all over his face without speaking a word.

Do it. Fuck my mouth, omega.

Fuck, I loved it when he called me that. It was slightly annoying at first, debasing me down to my secondary gender, but Adam never used my pet name that way. It was said lovingly, possessively, marking me as his with a single word. I was his omega. Those heat filled thoughts weren’t just passing fancies. They were the truth.

I thrust into his mouth over and over, fucking it the way I had always dreamed of long before we met. It was better than I had ever imagined, because it was him, my Alpha. The roughness of his tongue stroked the sensitive underside of my cock with every push. His tongue swirled around the tip before I thrust back in. Every time his cheeks went hollow with a deep suck against me, my thighs trembled with pleasure.

It was easy for him to take my length. I wasn’t small, but I was nowhere near his size. Every so often, I hit the back of his throat, and got a taste of the pleasures he felt when I did this to him. I could barely control my orgasms during sex, and trying to hold myself back just to prolong this was nearly impossible, even after fifty-seven orgasms.

Tightly gripping his hair, my thrusts got more erratic, my hips almost losing their rhythm as pleasure built at the base of my cock. His hands pushed me forward, helping me fuck his mouth with wild abandon. The pleasure grew to a fever pitch, and I threw my head back with a throaty growl as I came all over his tongue, my body somehow finding something to release after hours of sex. I kept thrusting, prolonging my pleasure until my legs stopped shaking. My hips went still, my hands tightly wrapped in his hair with tendrils of ecstasy rushing over me. I couldn’t quite catch my breath, and my heart was still racing when I realized he hadn’t moved. He was waiting for me to pull away, content to have my limp cock in his mouth until I took it out.

I released his hair and quickly pulled out of his mouth. “I’m so sorr…” He stared into my eyes and swallowed the cum in his mouth, then stuck out his tongue to show me it was clean. I was still in shock when he leaned forward and gave my limp cock a tender kiss, licking the tip clean as he went. “What are you doing?”

“You ask me that a lot. You should stop acting so surprised when I give you what you deserve. I’m just making certain your fantasy is properly satisfied. You can give me notes for next time.”

Next time.

“You’ll… do this again?”

He stood, his fingers gently lifting my chin as his gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with unbridled passion. “As many times as you’d like.”

Unable to speak, I surrendered to his kiss, hoping he felt my burgeoning feelings. Adam tended to my needs, giving me whatever I asked for, whatever I begged him to do. All the men from my past said they loved me, but no one had ever done that before. Not even Marshall.

Adam carried me back to the tub, and this time he joined me in the hot, sudsy water. I relaxed against him, our tired, spent bodies soaking away the fatigue. His hand leisurely rested against my waist, not for any other reason than to have physical contact with me.

I could tell he was still horny, given the hard erection against my lower back, but he never went further than a cuddle. His respect for me only confirmed my thoughts. In that moment, I had never felt more vulnerable with him, or anyone, not even during the hours of heat sex that were the best of my entire life.

Maybe… I could tell him the truth about me. Maybe he wouldn’t run away.

“Adam,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I expected a small quip about me using his name, but he caught the slight tremble in my throat and said nothing. He just waited for me to continue. “I want you to know about my past.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything, omega.”

“I know. But I want to. Not even Marshall knows everything. I was too… ashamed to tell him.” Adam’s hand gripped my waist, drawing me close until every inch of our bodies pressed together. “I was married before. Josh. We met in high school. We had our first cycle together. I thought he was the one. He proposed after we graduated. He didn’t see the point in waiting since we both knew what we wanted. We started trying for a baby before we even walked down the aisle. I wanted it so…” My throat burned with unshed tears. “Anyway… we got married, and it never happened. After two years of trying, I wasn’t pregnant. He said we didn’t need doctors, that it would just take time. I went to the doctor anyway because I knew how much he wanted this. My doctor said my fertility was so low, I would never get pregnant.