Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,13
scratched, you wake me up. That’s how it works, what I’m here for. It’s what every omega needs and deserves, okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. Apologize.”
Micah chuckled. “Okay, okay. Got it. You’re my slave.”
“Exactly.”
Subconsciously, Travis rocked his hips. It was an alpha instinct. To soothe an omega in heat, the alpha held him and thrust deeper. Micah purred.
“It’s not fair.”
“Why?” Travis smiled.
“When you move inside me, you can make me…agree to anything. Ah! Oh yes… Fuck! You’ll make me come again.”
Travis ran his hands over Micah’s torso, caressing the damp skin until he caught Micah’s cock in his palm. He rocked them together, and Micah came one last time, whimpering softly. His body grew heavy with fatigue.
“This is paradise, right?” he mumbled. “I’m full to bursting, but it’s so, so good.”
Travis lifted his hand to his mouth and lapped at the small drops of Micah’s seed, the taste intoxicating. His knot throbbed with a ghost of an orgasm. Paradise indeed. “Sleep, Micah.”
“I want to sleep with your cock in me all the time.”
His words were already a little slurred, and Travis chuckled.
Micah groaned softly. “Do that again.”
“What?”
“You laughed. It…vibrated. I liked it.”
“No. You need to sleep.”
“I thought you were my slave?”
Unable to stop it, Travis laughed again, and Micah moaned. “Yeah, right there. Again.”
“No. Sleep,” Travis said sternly.
A disappointed sigh. “Okay.”
Travis gritted his teeth to hold back another chuckle.
“Micah?”
“Hm?”
“Have you ever had sex before this heat?” Travis suspected what the answer would be.
“No.”
Fuck.
Travis closed his eyes and stroked Micah’s hip and down his thigh. He tugged the blanket over them and rested his palm on Micah’s belly. He focused on the tingling pleasure in his swollen cock, on the warmth, the tightness, the way his knot pulsed softly, filled with blood, and the responding pressure of Micah’s gland. He remembered what a privilege it was to take care of an omega in heat. The incomparable sensation of a slick hole tightening around him while his dick grew fat like a fist, spurting seed into a willing body. It was the ultimate gratification, the highest achievement. He’d made his lover delirious with pleasure, and he’d made him feel safe. Micah was asleep in Travis’s arms, sated and trusting, keeping Travis’s cock and cum inside him like a treasure. Their heartbeats slowed, and their joined bodies breathed in harmony.
A virgin.
The knowledge made Travis burn with possessive desire, even though he knew very well he had no right to own Micah, no matter how much his alpha drive told him he already did. Damn the animal inside him. And damn those fucking pheromones.
He’d heard tales about virgin heat cum, but he’d never believed the effusive descriptions. All his experiences with his previous partners, although satisfying, were nothing like this. Now he understood. The inimitable taste lingered on his tongue, and Travis imagined all the ways he could wring more pleasure out of Micah so he could fill his mouth with the delicious cum and bathe in the scent that seemed to be changing him on the inside.
Four
Micah
When Micah woke up the next day, he wasn’t nearly as tired anymore. His muscles were a little sore, but it felt pleasant, comforting. He turned his head and admired the sleeping man next to him.
Travis.
Somehow, the name felt powerful, strong, and stable, like the man himself. Travis was almost a head taller than Micah, with broad shoulders and muscled arms, black hair on his wide chest and his round, subtly protruding belly. He was built like a bull, yet his brown eyes were kind and clever. When he smiled, a dimple appeared in his stubbled cheek, and his mouth was a little crooked, with a hint of mischief that excited Micah, urging him to tease the man and lure out his playful side. His hair was short but shaggy, very few strands of gray on his temples. Micah guessed he was maybe in his midthirties.
Micah inhaled deeply, seeking out more of Travis’s scent, a mixture of dark forest soil, sleep, and musky sweat. The blend of comfort and excitement made Micah’s mouth water and lips tingle. He could steal a kiss, a lick… Micah’s gaze lingered where the sheets bunched around Travis’s hips, a soft bulge underneath the layers of cotton. That cock. Damn. One day soon, he wanted to taste it. He’d barely caught a glimpse of it fully hard, but last night, it had felt as if the fat cockhead was pushing at his belly button from the inside, kissing and soothing that coiled, needy spot in