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“Stay.” His large hands pin my hips down, our size difference so wide his thumbs nearly join in the middle. “I want to see you.”

Oh. Okay. He sits back, straddling my thighs.

“Alpha,” I whine.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Holding eye contact, he rubs his hands on his trunks, then does something I would have worried about if I wasn’t already so far gone. He licks his palm, and each finger, on both hands, pausing to spit out the stray sand on his skin. He even licks between his fingers. Then he turns his head and spits one more time.

He does it so quickly, there’s no attempt to be sexy, but that’s what’s so sexy about it. He’s making sure no sand hurts me while he takes care of me. The thought of sand in my mouth is basically nightmare fuel, one step above it sandpapering my hole, and the gesture brings tears of gratitude to my irrationally weepy eyes.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He smiles, then bows his head over my lap, and warm wet heat envelops my length. His eyes roll back and he hums. It’s a completely foreign feeling, and I love it.

“Oh my god, that feels so…” The pleasure is so intense, it pushes my pain into a corner. “You don’t have to do that,” I whine, feeling insecure and needy. “No one’s ever…”

Vibration surrounds my cock as he makes some sort of possessive, closed-mouth growl, like he’s furious anyone else touched me, but also furious no one deigned to suck my dick before they fucked me, and glory because he gets to be the first to taste my precum. Slick trickles out of me and slides down my crack, preparing me to take him.

He doesn’t even give me a chance to beg him to penetrate me, to give me what I need to find relief. He hikes my knees toward my ears with one arm, and swirls his finger through the slick between my legs, then the pad of his finger presses against my hole. He looks up at me, utterly wrecked, and I see the temptation there, how badly he wants to taste my slick, but he’s taking care of me instead.

With gentle, steady pressure, he pushes past my rim and starts to sink in. But instead of taking the edge off, his thick finger lights a match as he slides all the way in, accelerating my cramping. He looks up with empathy, and wedges another finger in. The cramp recedes, circling me just below the pleasure of his touch. I moan and arch my head back.

He lifts his head with a pop of suction broken and jerks me with his other hand. “Goddamn, you’re so hot inside. This alright?”

If I wasn’t so heat-drunk, I’d tell him No shit, Sherlock. I’m going into heat during a heat wave.

Pain scratches at my conscience. “More. I need more.”

Without removing his finger, he repositions himself to lie between my legs, then he bows his head again, bypassing my cock, and laps at my hole. I jolt at the contact, spilling more precum and slick at the same time. He slides another finger in, giving me what I need, and scissors me open as he works his way in with a lewd sound of slick and friction.

He moans against me with open hunger, licking between his fingers and around my hole while he continues to jerk me, thumb grazing the tip of my cock and smearing precum around my tip as he jerks me.

He’s so fucking good at this. Why is he so good at this? Has he been with a lot of omegas? What if I’m not good enough?

“Fuck. You’re making so much slick for me,” he says against my hole, then spits to join our scents.

I hum at his praise, and tense as another cramp builds. I clench down around him, but it’s not a knot and it’s not enough.

“Such a good omega. Can you take another finger for me?”

I nod. “Please.”

The third finger slides in embarrassingly easily, but it’s finally enough to fill the ache in me. My alpha looks up with pride, with adoration. He doesn’t just fuck me with his fingers like it’s a temporary cock. He alternates between deep strokes, pads of his fingers curled toward my belly button, then easing out just enough to massage my prostate, all while stroking me root to tip. Each time his thumb catches beneath my crown, pleasure sparks through me.

“Fuck. Oh my god… I—” I gasp as a wave of slick gushes from me.

He laps it up, still jerking my cock with his other hand. It’s like he’s everywhere all at once. “I’m close. I’m close. I’m close.”

A low, rumbling purr vibrates through me before he lifts his mouth and sucks my cock, tongue swirling around my length, paying special attention to my crown, and licking against my slit all while he rocks his fingers into me.

I don’t know what he’s doing down there, but he stretches me wider, slowly, almost like a knot, then gags himself on my dick, squeezing it exquisitely. I search his gaze for permission to come. My stomach somersaults at the feral gleam in his gaze, attention rapt on me, and that’s all I need.

My back arches. My eyes close. Bliss floods my bloodstream, and all pain fades away as I come, hands fisted in his black hair, pulling him closer.

“Mm,” he hums, driving my pleasure higher as he adds a fourth finger, surprising me. It feels almost exactly like a knot lodged inside me.

His pupils eclipse his irises as he drinks all of me down. All fear flees me. I’m exhausted, momentarily sated, bathing in the aftershocks of my orgasm as he rocks his fingers infinitesimally, knuckles catching deliciously on my rim.