5. Chapter Five

After placing him on his stomach on the king size bed, I moved away. He whined, a captivating, needy sound that tugged at everything alpha in me, but I shushed him. “I’m just getting some salve for your butt. It will help. Shh.”

Because I could no longer resist the siren song of his tangled curls, I threaded my fingers through his hair like I’d been wanting to since I had opened the door to him. It was thick, silky, and baby fine. The texture not unlike what Jamie’s infant son’s felt like beneath the palm of my hands when I would hold him.

While I rubbed the cream on his cheeks, he laid pliant on the bed. His head rested on his folded arms, turned so I could see one side of his face. Hazel eyes closed, with an almost dreamy smile on his pouty lips.

When I’d grabbed the cream, I had also grabbed a knotting condom out of my shaving kit, along with a small tube of spermicide. I hadn’t gone this long without any little Becks running around because I wasn’t prepared. I knew all about Fate and her little tricks. I might have opened the door to my fated mate, but I wasn’t about to unintentionally tie us together with a pregnancy neither of us wanted.

Tossing the items beside the omega on the bed, I moved to the end of it. Swatting his thigh, I rumbled an order. “Up. Hands and knees. Shoulders down, ass up.”

It took him a minute to get into position. He moved slowly, his limbs seeming heavy and uncooperative. If he was already this blissed out from just a spanking, I was going to make him fly. Oh, how I wished there was time to really teach this boy how to submit. How pretty would he look, kneeling at my feet, warming my cock while I watched a game on TV?

Mentally, I checked the contents of the mini fridge, trying to remember what I had seen in it earlier. Water, and I was sure I had seen some chocolate in there.

Gently, I laid a hand on his still bright pink ass cheeks. He didn’t even jump, a dreamy little sigh of air escaping from between his upturned lips. Spreading his cheeks, his pink puckered hole glistened with his intoxicating slick. It hung heavy in the air, the summertime scent of him stronger now.

My mouth watered as the berry scent filled my nostrils, trying to place it. Blackberries, maybe? Some dark, plump, juicy fruit that you waited all year to indulge in for the few months that it would be perfectly ripe.

His lovely round balls with the lightest smattering of light brown hair, were tight against his body, his dick swinging in this position. My tongue came out and I ran the flat of it from his taint up to his hole. His slick tasted as good as it smelled, and I wanted to bury my head between his cheeks and cover my face in his stickiness.

He jerked at the touch of my tongue, burying his face in the pillow, and moaning obscenely. I lapped at him again and again, like a man dying of thirst. Fuck, but he was sweet. He tasted better than any omega I had ever had before.

His moans, even muffled in the pillow, were loud in the room and I loved it. My cock swelled and jerked with each noise he made. He wasn’t holding back and I didn’t want him to. Personally, I hated when people were quiet during sex. Make some noise, let me know you’re enjoying yourself. Sex was supposed to be fun, noisy, and dirty.

Stiffening my tongue, I poked at his hole, feeling the muscles soften, relax, and let me in. His hand reached between us, towards his dick and I caught his fingers in mine. I hadn’t gone over the rules with him, so that was on me.

I was already breaking rules for this boy, acting like I was an inexperienced Dom who didn’t know the first thing about playing in a scene. This sweet, innocent little sub who had no idea what power he could hold over an alpha.

Over me.

This boy was dangerous to me in the best possible way.

“No touching that.” The words were almost a snarl. “Your dick is mine. I’ll let you know when you can touch. When you can come. Understand?”

He huffed in annoyance, letting out a wickedly sexy whine, but he moved his hand away from his hard dick to grasp the sheets tightly. His long, slender fingers clenched and unclenched, and for a moment I lost myself staring at the gracefulness of them. He was all long, slender limbs. Lithe and lovely. Submissive, but there was fire and steel under that submissiveness. Just how I liked my subs. I loved when they didn’t submit instantly, and gave me a bit of resistance.

“Good boy.” His hole clenched at my words, more slick sliding out of him as I watched. Seemed like someone had a praise kink. He hadn’t listed it and I wondered if he hadn’t even known he had it.

My tongue fucked back into his hole, alternating licks, laps, and pokes, saliva dripping onto his skin. His hand steadily snaked back down his body, ever so slowly, hoping I wouldn’t notice, I was sure. This time I smacked his ass for his disobedience. Hard, a stinging blow, before I flipped him over onto his back.

At the quick change of position, his lower lip stuck out in what was definitely a pout, the adorable little brat.

“I warned you.” Growling, I got up and rummaged through my suitcase, finding my favorite red silk tie. Jamie called it my power tie, but I just liked how the color popped against a black suit and white dress shirt.

Pulling his arms over his head, I wrapped the soft material around his slender wrists, binding his hands together. Checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and he could still wiggle his fingers. This would keep his hands off his dick.

His eyes gleamed with an intense fire at this new development, his body writhing restlessly on the bed. His breath was coming in short gasps and pants, while needy whimpers fell from his lips.

He was a mess. A fucking, beautiful, perfect mess.

I had made him the mess he was, and the powerful feeling of knowing I was the reason he looked like a debauched angel, went straight to my head.

Mate!My wolf reminded me, in case I had forgotten. Not likely. I just had no plans to do anything about it. A mate wasn’t in the cards for me, even if Fate decided it was so.

Pushing his long, slender legs up until his knees rested against his chest spread him wide open for me. His pink hole was on full display, glistening with an abundance of slick. Scooping some off his skin, I lubed up my fingers with it. He was so wet, dripping onto the sheets, I needn’t have bothered.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered, needy and demanding, his hazel eyes mere slits in his flushed, sweaty face.

I raised an eyebrow at him sternly. “I’m in charge here boy, not you. I’ll fuck you when I decide you’re ready.”

“I’m ready, Sir, I’m so ready.” He tossed his head on the pillow, his slightly damp with sweat curls spreading out all around his head.

Two thick fingers roughly pushed into him, and he gasped at the intrusion. While his hole sucked my fingers into his body, he pushed away, trying to scramble back on the bed. Away from the burn of the intrusion. “You’re not.”

While the rim job had softened his hole and opened him up a tiny bit, he was nowhere near stretched out enough to take me. Not bragging, but I was a big alpha and I had the dick to match. Not only in length, but girth.

If he was a virgin like he said–and nothing so far had led me to believe he was lying–he needed to be stretched a hell of a lot more than he was. He was tight and inexperienced, and I wasn’t about to hurt him on purpose. Even with his omega body gushing so much slick, there was still going to be a burn when my cock opened him up.

Shushing him, I worked him open with my fingers, stretching him and finally rubbing over his prostate. His body bowed at the first slide over that sweet spot, coming straight off the bed. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock, running down his length, and slick slid out of his hole around my fingers. Deftly, I used my free hand to grip his hard cock, my movements matching the pace of my fingers inside him as I finger fucked him hard.

The room filled with his panting cries, his body jerky against my fingers and hands. His balls were drawn tight against his body.

“Come.”

He took the word for the command it was. Thick ropes of cum shot from his dick, painting his stomach and chest in perfect pearly white lines.

Not able to stop myself, I leaned down and licked at a stripe of white, tasting him. Salt and tang exploded on my tastebuds and it was my turn to moan. I could gladly lick all of his cum up and be a happy man.

His cheeks were flushed, almost as if he was in the throes of a fever, his curls plastered darkly to his head. His eyes were closed as he panted and shook, his hands still bound above his head.

Running a hand down his chest, through the cum mess he had made on himself, I demanded, “Color?”

If he answered with anything besides green, my dick might explode on its own. I couldn’t recall a time I had ever been as hard and aching as I was in that moment.

His eyes fluttered open, the green in them drowning out the other colors that made up his hazel eyes. I wasn’t sure he was actually seeing anything around him. He was boneless, sated, and absolutely stunning. My dick jerked at the mere sight of him stretched out on the bed before me.

“Color?” I repeated, as he blinked at me sluggishly. If he wasn’t already in subspace, he was damn close.

“Oh,” his voice was like sandpaper from all the moaning he’d been doing, but it was sexy as hell. “If there’s a color beyond green, I’m that color.”

He slurred the words a little, and a small smile graced my face. I hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he was already completely blissed out.

His eyes narrowed a little, and he somehow managed to lean up towards me, even with his hands tied over his head. Flexible little shit, I thought admiringly.

“You have dimples,” he observed, his voice soft and dreamy.

Instantly, I stopped smiling, sliding the scowl I’ve perfected over the years back in place. “No, I don’t.”

“Fuck, they’re hot.”

My wolf snickered at that, preening a bit. I wasn’t a vain man, but I was enjoying the fact that he found me attractive, and I knew I looked damned good for my age. My body was better than some men half my age.

Catching his bottom lip in my teeth, I nipped it with just enough bite for him to take notice. He whimpered, but it was the kind of sound that told me I was far from hurting him. The exact opposite, in fact. Or maybe it had hurt him and he enjoyed a little pain. He had certainly gotten off on the spanking. He rubbed his body against mine sensuously, stretching and arching his back, flexing his fingers and tied wrists.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” growling, I expertly slid the knotting condom on. “I’m going to open you up with my dick. I’m going to knot you so hard you’ll feel me into next week.”

“Please,” he mumbled, his head thrashing from side to side. “Yes. Now. Please, Alpha. Sir.”

The words fell from his lips, and I latched onto the tendon of his neck. Right where his neck and shoulder met, over his mating gland. Everything in me was screaming to bite him. Claim him. Make him mine.

Instead, I sucked hard on his pale skin. He hissed, his whole body clenching, as I marked him with a purple bruise.

One flex of my hips and the fat head of my dick popped through his tight, wet ring. He screamed, jerking, his breath catching in his throat. Pushing forward a millimeter, I trapped his knees to his chest. Holding myself stock still, I let him adjust and catch his breath. His round eyes look panicked. His bound hands clenched at the pillow above him tightly.

“Breathe,” the word was whispered in his ear, as I nipped sharply at his lobe. “Push out and relax. Your body knows what to do. You’re so wet for me. Let me know when you’re ready for more. I won’t push further until you give me the go ahead. I’m the alpha, but you’re in charge sweet, little omega.”

It took him a minute to follow my instructions. Finally, he sucked air into his lungs, and pushed out at almost the same time. I forced myself to stay still, even though I wanted nothing more than to sink into his tight, blazing heat.

Just to see how he’d react, I wrapped a hand around his bound wrists, and pushed them down flat on the bed. His pupils flared with heat and he undulated his body against mine. The movement forced my dick to sink another inch into him. His hole was stretched around my cock in a tight vise. Surrounding me with his wetness and heat. It’s almost enough to make me come right then, and I gritted my teeth against the tingling at the base of my spine. There’s no way I was going to shoot my load before I was even all the way inside him, like some horny, inexperienced teenage alpha.

“More,” he pushed up against me, demanding. “All. Want all of you. Now.”

In one smooth motion, my dick slid into him, until I filled him completely. Balls against his sweet ass, I held myself above him, most of my weight resting on my elbows and forearms. I knew it had to burn, no matter how much prep I had done. No matter how much slick his body produced. He’s still so fucking tight it’s almost painful.

Running my tongue over his mating gland, I waited for his muscles to relax around me. I wanted to mark him more. Wanted to put my teeth on him all over. Loved seeing the purple bruises already blooming on his pale skin. I wanted to mark him everywhere, so when people saw him, they knew he was taken. That he was mine.

Finally, his muscles loosened their tight hold and he gave me a dreamy little smile. His hole fluttered around my cock and slick slid down his ass. “So full. Move.”

“Demanding little omega.” I repeated, but I did as he ordered.

My hips stuttered against him, slamming in and out of his tight heat. His knees were pressed to his chest, my hand grinding his bound wrists into the softness of the bed. Pinning him so that I controlled our movements. I moved faster inside of him, deeper, until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

Despite already coming, his dick was filling and hardening. Changing angles slightly, I nailed his prostate, catching his guttural scream with my mouth.

Our tongues tangled in a bruising kiss that was more force than finesse, and we breathed each other in. My dick scraped over his prostate with every movement, and I felt his balls tightening again, with no one even touching his dick this time.

His inner muscles tightened around my cock like a vise, and I felt my own balls drawing up, the tingling at the base of my spine. Groaning loudly, my cum filled the condom, the same time my knot caught at his rim. He hissed between clenched teeth, even while his cum shot across his stomach. My body was taut and I couldn’t seem to stop coming, and I wondered if some of my cum was going to spill out of the condom.

Our orgasms finally faded, and he’s limp and boneless beneath me, panting like he’d just run a marathon. I wasn’t in any better shape than he was. My arms shook as I tried to keep myself from falling on top of him and crushing him with my heavy bulk.

Gently, I eased his legs down and rolled us to our sides. Untying his wrists, I checked for any damage while we waited for my knot to deflate. Even though his wrists seemed fine, just a little red where he had pulled against the bindings, I gently ran my fingers over them. My lips brushed the fluttering pulse in each of them, and I rubbed from his shoulders down his arms.

I wasn’t sure he was even conscious still. The only time he moved was when I moved him. Smiling widely to myself, I was sure my dimples were showing if he had been coherent enough to look. But I couldn’t help myself. It gave me a small thrill when I managed to put a sub so deep under. It made me feel good. It had been way too long since I had felt this way, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it stroked my ego. I knew I was an excellent lover, and no one ever left my bed wanting.

We dozed until my knot deflated, and I slipped out of him with a gush of cum and slick. Tenderly cleaning him up, I spread his cheeks, checking for any damage. He mumbled incoherently, trying to flop away from my probing hands. I shushed him with soothing words whispered against his still hot skin. The kid still felt like he was on fire, and the thought flittered through me that he might be coming down with some kind of bug.

Fated mate, idiot.My wolf chided me. Heat.

It was possible us fucking had thrown him into a mini-heat. It was rumored to happen between fated mates. He definitely wasn’t in a full-blown heat. He’d been too coherent throughout, even though he’d been deep into subspace. But he hadn’t been thrashing around, out of his mind, begging for me to knot him over and over. He wasn’t unsatisfied. I was experienced enough to know the difference between an omega in subspace and one in heat.

Grabbing the spermicide I had pulled out earlier, I mentally thanked my wolf for the reminder. My wolf whined in anger–or annoyance–when I squirted some in the omega’s hole, using my finger to push it deep and spread it around. The condom seemed intact when I’d removed it, knotting it and tossing it in the trash, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

There weren’t any little Becks’ running around as far as I knew, and I didn’t intend to break my run of good luck tonight. Fate could suck it with her fated mates nonsense. I was taking every precaution to make sure there were no lasting effects from this night. No bond started, no mate claiming, and no unwanted pup on the way.

I knew way too many people lately who had found their fated mates, and wound up with a pup on the way after their first coupling. I didn’t have any plans to join those statistics. Hell, the omega still hadn’t brought up the subject of us being fated, and I wasn’t about to broach the topic.

It seemed we both understood how this would end by our silence on the subject. By an unspoken mutual agreement, we were just going to ignore what we had felt. The niggling sensation that he might not know what was happening between us crossed my mind, but like earlier I chose to ignore it.

Opening a bottle of water, I roused him enough to get him to drink. He let out one of those adorable little whines of his, turning his head away sharply. Taking his chin in my hand, I forced his head to face me. Just because we weren’t going to address our fated mate status didn’t mean I wasn’t going to administer proper aftercare. We’d already skated over and around too many rules for my liking as it was.

Tapping his lips with the edge of the bottle again, I lifted his head up.

“Drink,” I ordered softly, and he complied, gulping down great swallows of water. Laying him back down, I fetched one of the overpriced candy bars from the mini-fridge. Dark chocolate would be best, but I’d settle for the Hershey bar that was probably going to cost me ten bucks. Breaking off a small piece, I tapped his lips with the sweet treat. “Open.”

This time he obeyed without complaint. He really was a sweet sub. I almost wished I could keep him. We could have a lot of fun playing together. But I had never had any desire to be someone’s mate.

Once he’d chewed and swallowed the candy and I’d stroked his curls, I pulled the comforter over his naked body. He was still shaking a little, a combination of his orgasms and coming down from subspace.

I should rouse him and send him on his way, but he was well and truly passed out now. There’s no way he could drive, and I wouldn’t feel good about sticking him in an Uber. Despite knowing that I should make him leave, there was a part of me that wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. Turning the lights off, I crawled in next to him and wrapped my large body around his smaller one.

His hair tickled beneath my nose, and his blackberry scent washed over me. It was like being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. A peace like I’d never felt before settled in my soul, and my wolf sighed, content for once.

I stayed like that for an hour, while he slept soundly in my arms. Stayed until his body stopped shaking from the aftershocks. His heat was a warm beacon that pulled me to him, made me want to stay like this for the rest of the night.

He was temptation, this pretty little sub of an omega, with so much to learn. So many things I could teach him.

Finally, I extricated myself from his slender limbs and dressed quietly. Packing up the rest of my things, I scribbled a note to him on the hotel stationary and left it on top of the alarm clock on the nightstand.

187,

Check out is 11, so I set the alarm for 8. Soak in the tub. Order room service. Whatever you want is on me. I think we’re both in agreement that we’ll just go our separate ways. Thanks for a fun night.

AlphaDom

With one last glance at what might have been my future if I was in the market for a mate, I shut the door firmly to my hotel room, leaving without a backwards glance.