Chapter Eleven
River
He kissed the life out of me, or into me. For someone so reluctant, once he committed to something, he went at it full force. His kiss left no doubt who was the alpha here, with not a hint of hesitancy in the firm pressure in his lips, the sweep of his tongue into my mouth, or the sharp nibble at my lips. And every bit of it sent my libido flying.
Not to mention the insane hint of danger at the upcoming bareback ride. Would he really do it? The new implants were 98 percent effective, so an unwanted pregnancy was unlikely, but most alphas and omegas still used condoms until they were ready to commit. And being stuck together in a snowstorm did not a lifetime promise make. Still, something inside me ached at the thought. He’d shown me such respect, such care, and such strength. Everything I wanted in an alpha.
But that didn’t mean he wanted me.
Not for longer than it took for the snowfall to stop and the plows to clear the roads. Once that happened, it would be thanks for the memories and he had places to go, people to see, a life to live in faraway places.
So did I, but as I lay here with my leg bent in the position that made it more comfortable, with the comforting weight of Forrest pressing me into the mattress, I wanted more. I should tell him to stop, send him upstairs, and not risk losing my ridiculous heart to a man who I’d never see again unless he happened to come to a ski event.
That might work…as he trailed his lips to my ear and whispered very dirty things before working his way down my chest to suck on my nipples, pinch and tug them. He kneeled between my legs, and I grasped at the fantasy. He’d see me flying down the hill, taking first, realize it was the omega he’d spent a weekend with once…
Fantasies disappeared, replaced by a thick finger seeking entrance to my slick asshole.
“So tight,” he muttered, watching his own actions. “You’re so tight.”
Sure, came from not a lot of action. Usually, my smart mouth drove alphas away before they got this close “Too tight?” Maybe he wouldn’t want to do it. Could a man be too tight?
“No.” His smile held more confidence than I’d seen so far. “I’ll get it in there, but it might hurt a little.”
Why did he make that sound good? “Okay.”
“Maybe more than a little.”
Shit, I’d never been into pain, but the idea of that fat dick stretching me, filling me, sent me. “I can take it.”
“I know you can.” He added a second finger and scissored them. “I’ll go slow, but I’m going to give you every inch.”
I shuddered. “Just hurry.” My hand crept to my dick, but he slapped it away.
“No masturbating. I get to make you come.”
“You don’t have to.” What was I saying? Who was this self-deprecating omega?
“It will be my pleasure.” Withdrawing his fingers, he brought the head of his cock to my ass and fitted it into the tight muscle. “And yours.”
Pillow talk was never like this in my experience.
But when he gave a shove and pushed past, the head popping inside, I had no words, only a long, soulful moan to give. He retreated, the head pressing on my anus again before surging forward and again, each time a bit deeper, stretching me, filling me, stinging, aching, but feeling so good. I lifted my knees higher, welcoming him in, pushing down to accept more of him into my body.
“More, more,” I chanted. “It’s so good.”
“Doesn’t hurt?” he asked, pausing and I rocked my hips.
“Yes, but I don’t care. Don’t stop, please. I’ll die.”
His eyes blazed, and he retreated one more time then drove all the way in, balls slapping my ass. “Like this, omega? Is this what you want?”
I writhed, skewered by him, and loving it. He withdrew, grazing my prostate and sending me higher, higher. I closed my eyes, riding the edge of orgasm until his fist closed around my cock and my ass filled with hot cum.
I’d never been bareback before, but I’d do a whole lot to experience it again. My cum jetted out onto my belly, and I shouted my pleasure to the ceiling and the snowstorm and the town far below. Shuddering, I flung my arms around his neck and held on for the ride then…then I felt it.
“You knotted,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. If I didn’t have the implant, I’d have been nervous, but, as it was, I was free to lie trembling in the alpha’s arms, ass full of his cum, my own sticky on my stomach, his lips tenderly tracing mine, dropping small kisses on my face, making me feel like the most valuable person in the universe.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, stroking my cheek.
“No,” I lied because he had but it mattered not at all.
He rolled us to the side and held me close, just petting me and kissing my neck. I faced the window outside which the white fluffiness continued to come down, his cock knotted in my ass, something he’d feared he couldn’t do but had no trouble doing with me. Did that make it special? Did it make me special?
My eyelids fluttered, body relaxing in preparation for sleep. The ache in my leg was there, as always, but not really bad. I guessed the doctors had been right. Sex hadn’t hurt anything, except maybe my heart. The intimacy of lying here, breathing his scent, the scent of our sex, male, sharp, musky, was a trap designed to make me want him. Not designed by him but by nature. Maybe someday I’d be like this with my forever alpha. Waiting for his knot to subside so I could go get a glass of water or make a sandwich. Dreaming of the child we might have made without a device to prevent that from happening.
After the storm, I’d head down the hill and start physical therapy. Once Forrest left, I didn’t want to stay here. The cabin had always reminded me of my grandfather and family holidays, but now it would always be about Forrest and me and a winter’s weekend when he made me hot cocoa and ruined me for all other men.
It wasn’t just the lack of condom that forged the connection. I knew latex was not the issue. It was the man himself, his quiet strength. His lack of boastfulness or insistence that the omega be less than him. His respectful treatment of me and kindness.
If I’d thought I stood a chance, I’d have thrown myself at his feet and begged him to make me his. Why did it feel as if he already had done just that?
The knot shrank, and Forrest’s cock fell out of my ass, spent. He kissed my neck and stood, padded to the bathroom, and returned to clean me with a soft washcloth and gentle caresses. I got sleepier and sleepier under his touch until he stopped wiping and made an odd noise.
I rolled to face him, to see the small spring he held in his hand.
“River…is this what I think it is?