during recovery. A man like Travis Whitehall won’t tolerate this kind of behavior while you can’t even satisfy his needs.”
The wave of rage gave Micah energy.
“You know nothing about what kind of man Travis is. I’ll email you the list.”
He hung up. The anger came and went like lightning flashing through the sky. There was no point. His father would never understand. He’d never take Micah’s wishes and feelings seriously. The way he’d treat Micah depended solely on the alpha standing behind him. Alone, he’d always be invisible. The only thing he could hope for was that his invisibility would provide him with the freedom he longed for.
He remained on the patio for a while longer. He messaged two of his friends from university and his brother-in-law, David, just to say he was okay and staying with a friend.
Then he returned to the kitchen and finally made the lunch he’d promised.
“How did it go?”
“Okay. He’ll send me anything I want. I just have to email him.” Micah’s tone was brittle, but he was unable to control it.
Travis stood from the kitchen table and took a couple of steps closer, clearly about to hug him. Without really wanting to, Micah recoiled. His body simply refused. With a wince, he stepped back. For a second, Travis looked stricken, but he covered it up quickly with a tender smile.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“Please, don’t apologize when it’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, Micah. I wish I could do more.”
Micah lowered his gaze and shook his head. There was nothing Travis could do. The useless wishes only aggravated Micah further.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?” Travis asked softly.
Ashamed, Micah nodded, still looking at his socked feet. Travis had been so kind to him, and this was how Micah repaid him?
“I understand.”
Travis shut his laptop and walked to the doorway. With a trembling hand, Micah brushed his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Micah. Recovery is difficult. Just let me know what you need, and I’ll do everything I can to help, okay?”
“Okay.”
Travis left, probably for the living room armchair, where he liked to sit and work, and Micah focused all his attention on the vegetable stew. If he couldn’t make Travis happy by accepting his touch, he’d at least cook for him. In his mind, he compiled a menu of meals he thought Travis might enjoy. He’d ask Travis to adjust the shopping list for the grocery delivery, and he’d make them all this week.
After the exhausting day, the empty bed felt cold and lonely. Micah missed Travis, but he didn’t have the energy to analyze why. Despite the turmoil in his head, he fell asleep almost immediately.
It wasn’t entirely light outside when he woke, sweaty but cold. He wrapped himself in the blankets and tried to drift again but with no luck. The soreness was even worse today. A subtle ache in his belly made him curl up into a fetal position, reminding him of heat wave cramps. Would he have those again? Oh please, no, not cramps. He’d never heard of cramping pain as a part of heat recovery. Hopefully, this was as bad as it would get. The day brightened outside, cloudy but fresh, and Micah stared out the window at the swaying pines, longing to be able to go outside.
After two hours of useless rolling on the bed, thirsty and needing to pee, he sat up. A bout of pain stabbed him, and he cried out. It seemed to stem from the very center of his body. My womb. Oh hell, had Travis hurt him there? The way they had fucked toward the end, Travis’s cockhead all but punching the oversensitive pouch of tissue. What if they’d done something wrong?
Suddenly, his hole flooded with wetness, and he panicked. He rushed to the bathroom, dragged his sweats off, and closed himself in the shower stall. In his frenzy, he pushed two fingers up his ass, wetted them, and pulled them out, half expecting to see blood. However, the liquid was clear with streaks of white, a familiar consistency. Slick and cum.
Micah leaned on the wall in the shower stall, and against his will, his eyes filled with tears. He was okay. Healthy. His womb had just expelled the last of Travis’s cum. He was empty now.
He wanted to race upstairs and beg Travis to fuck him and put it back, even though he knew he’d be in excruciating pain if penetrated. He wanted the cum back inside him. His sobs quieted as he rubbed