11. Sergey

11

SERGEY

I lie with Heller nestled up against me, our bodies still joined. He sleeps peacefully, his shoulder rising and falling with every breath. My knot has already subsided. I thought he’d be out the door by now. Which makes me a little sad.

I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun with someone. The role play was interesting and sweet. I really enjoyed it. Then the sex started, and all the acting melted away in the heat of our desire for one another. I wonder what it would be like to experience Heller that way from the beginning.

I guess I’ll never know.

He stirs next to me. His eyes flutter open, his gaze darting around the room until he sees me. He smiles lazily. “I passed out, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Are you okay? My knot can be a little intense sometimes.”

He raises an eyebrow. “A little intense? That was very intense.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed to apologize for dicking me down so good I literally lost consciousness. It was amazing! I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my day, and none of them made me feel like that.” He smiles wide, his whole body radiating happiness. In that moment, I almost ask him if I can see him again, but I stop myself.

Cy warned me about this.

Instead, I wrap my arms around Heller and kiss his cheek. “It was incredible for me too.” I almost tell him it’s never been that good with anyone else, but you don’t say that to a one-night stand. Even if it’s true.

“You’re still inside me,” he says.

I wiggle my hips a little bit. “Didn’t want to pull out just yet.”

He arches into me like a happy cat. “Mmmm. Does this mean you’re up for a round two?”

“I’m definitely up for round two. Let me get another condom.”

I gently withdraw from him. The moment we separate an emotional pang twinges in my chest. That’s strange. I don’t know why I’m getting all sentimental about a guy I met less than twenty-four hours ago.

He watches me as I remove the first condom. There’s a ridiculous amount of spunk in there. I’ve never come that much before. I walk over to the dresser and grab another condom from the top drawer that’s still open from last night.

“I think you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” Heller says.

I turn back to him. “What? Really? That can’t be true.”

Heller is lean and lithe, the way people only manage to be if they dance professionally or spend a lot of time at the gym. I have a welder’s body. Meaning, I have some serious biceps and shoulders, but my abs aren’t defined at all. When I was younger it bothered me, just not enough to sacrifice valuable time I could be working to go to the gym. Now I’ve made my peace with it.

Heller drags his gaze down my body. “I think it’s the gray hair combined with your size. You’re this massive, muscular guy with Daddy vibes. I could look at you all day.”

My inner alpha rises to the surface. Which again, is odd. Normally, I only feel my inner alpha when I’m really angry or I smell an omega in heat. During those times he wants something, and all I can do is push him down to keep him at bay. But this time he’s happy. He wants to puff out my chest and flex for Heller.

Jesus . What is wrong with me?

At this point my cock is fully hard and jutting out. Heller’s gaze lowers and he smiles. “Can I ride you this time?”

“Yeah, of course.”

I slide the condom on and walk over to the bed. Heller emerges from underneath the covers, now completely naked. It’s my turn to stare at his sexy body. He has the powerful legs of a dancer paired with long, slender arms. But my favorite thing is the way he poses on the bed, as if to give me permission to look.

If I told him he had the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, I think he’d believe me.

“You’re so sexy,” I say.

He grins. “I know. It’s one of my better qualities.”

I can’t help but laugh. He’s so fun.

He pats the bed. “Come lie down. I want to rock your world.”

I do as he says. How could I not? This handsome, amazing guy wants to give me pleasure again. That seems to be his default. He wants to give, not take. That’s a change of pace for me. At home, omegas always have to decide if I’m worth the drawbacks of dating a shifter, like how disappointed their parents will be if they bring me home. So I can’t just be a good guy who’s decent-looking, I have to be an amazing guy who’s incredibly handsome just to get a chance with them. It’s exhausting.

I lie down on my back. Heller takes his time climbing on top of me, keeping eye-contact with me the whole time. He gives my cock a little squeeze, then lines himself up.

“Do you need prep?” I ask.

He chuckles. “You forget that this cock was in me just a minute ago.”

“When it was soft.”

He lowers himself onto my erection, his eyes closing as his wet heat takes all of me in one go. He lets out a guttural groan. “Oh God. That’s so good.”

I slide my hands up his muscled thighs. His cock is just as hard as mine. I grasp it with one hand, giving it a slow stroke.

He breathes in sharply. “Sergey.”

“Let me please you this time,” I say.

He opens one eye. “And you think you didn’t do that last time?”

“Last time we explored my fantasy, remember? This time is all about you. Tell me what you want, baby.” The pet name rolls off my tongue naturally. I worry he’ll balk at that. Instead, he lies down on my chest and grabs my wrists, guiding them to his ass.

“Fuck me like I’m just a toy you’re using to get off. Be rough.”

It’s the exact opposite of my fantasy. Maybe that’s why it’s so hot. I squeeze both of his asscheeks, loving how firm and round he is. Then I adjust the angle of my hips, until I can thrust into him. I slam in hard—probably too hard considering we’ve just started.

“Yes,” he whispers. “More.”

My upper body has always been stronger than my legs, so I release his ass and grab his hips instead, forcing them down onto my cock in timing with my thrust. Our bodies crash together with a force powerful enough to leave bruises. He lets out a whimper.

“Too much?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t stop.”

I give it to him hard again and again, picking up the pace. His cock slides between us, coated in the sweat of our bodies. I want to touch it—to bring him to orgasm. But he told me to use him. I thrust into him with a relentless succession, my body cresting. I’m about to knot. I release his hips and slide my right fingers between his asscheeks, stopping just before my forefinger breaches his already-stuffed hole.

“Can I?” I ask.

“Use me,” he repeats.

I push my finger in next to my cock. He cries out, his whole body tensing. Warm cum spurts on my abdomen as his ass spasms around me. He’s coming. So I add another finger, and thrust inside, holding his body wide.

“Sergey! Ah!”

I feel myself growing inside him. Not just the base of my cock, but the whole damn thing. I continue thrusting with both fingers still hooked inside his rim. He screams, his ass spasming again and again. I slip my fingers out at the last moment, just as my knot, which has to be larger than a fist now, expands inside him. His walls feel impossibly tight. He starts breathing quickly. His body lifts, his back arching, and his hands resting on my chest. The bear and penguin tattoos dance, like they did before. My body careens over the edge with them, as Heller’s body tries to squeeze my knot. The pressure is overwhelming. The world goes white as pleasure overtakes me. It comes in waves. Heller starts rocking, and that’s perfect. It’s not just perfect, it feels right in a bone-deep kind of way. I want to tell him to take his pleasure—that my knot belongs to him. My inner alpha rises up again, and I almost say the words out loud.

Heller grabs my hands. Not to guide them anywhere else, just to hold them. His eyes are closed. He’s lost in his bliss, but he wants to hold my hands anyway. That makes my heart soar. He keeps rocking, keeps taking us to that special place. Our bodies are sweaty and tired. It doesn’t matter. I have the stamina of a welder, and he has the strength of a dancer. We can keep going. And we do. I don’t know how long. Twenty minutes? An hour? Heller rides my knot until it subsides, then he collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap.

His body shakes with sobs. I don’t ask him what’s wrong. Whatever happened between us was a lot, and I feel tears burning in the corner of my eyes too.

“Have you ever…” he whispers. He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. I know exactly what he’s asking.

“No. It’s never been like that with anyone else.”

I gather him into my arms and hold him while he cries. I don’t say anything else because I don’t think he’ll want to hear what I have to say. I grew up with an alpha dad who strongly believed in the power of love—so much so that when he met a polar bear shifter he felt inextricably drawn to, he went after him, even though it meant leaving his family and culture behind.

He's told me many times that I’d know when I found my omega—that penguin shifters may not sense their fated mate as powerfully as wolf shifters, but we still do in our own way.

I know Heller is mine. But I also know he doesn’t date.

He’ll need time to deal with this. I won’t rush him.

Heller is worth the wait.