Chapter 10

ten

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ADDY

Somehow, I didn't believe that Alil wanted to stop because he was clutching my arm, keeping my hand exactly where it was. I didn't think he was aware that he was doing it, but even if he wasn't. I didn't want to stop.

The fact that he had trusted me by not only saying so much but letting me feel him too, was just—it was amazing.

And it felt good, even for me. Even though I couldn't get an erection the way he did, somehow it still made my blood pump and my body tingle in an exciting way.

"It's okay, you know," I whispered against his neck. "If you want to come, I don't mind."

He shuddered, his hand gripping me even tighter, pushing my hand down on him a little harder.

He liked it.

Somehow, that made it even better. Especially after everything he had said. This was something he'd thought he would never have.

And this was something I would most likely never have again...

With that thought in mind, I pulled my arm from his grasp.

He made a soft, disappointed mewlingsound, like a little kitten, and for the first time in years, my cock twitched.

It didn't get hard, but it reacted which was something. Everything down there felt hot, like it needed to be soothed, but I didn't care about that as much as I cared about Alil's body.

Before he could say anything, I sat up and reached for the blanket.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I pulled it off of him.

"I think you know," I said.

My hand landed on his thigh. His robe had ridden up and my palm met skin.

How could someone be so sexy?

For a moment, I just reveled in the fact that I was touching Alil's naked thigh and then I gathered the fabric and carefully pushed it up to his waist.

Alil's omega scent flooded my senses, heady and overwhelming, and my eyes nearly rolled.

For a moment, I sat there, trembling, my cock reacting again, blood flooding it.

Surprised, I reached down, feeling myself.

"I'm getting hard," I said in wonder.

Alil gasped and reached out.

For a moment, I was blinded with pleasure as he gripped my length where it rested against my thigh.

"Oh..." he breathed on a moan.

Even with his touch, it didn't seem to want to harden beyond that point, but I didn't care. It still felt nice being touched.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock.

My hand shook as I began to stroke.

"Like this?" I asked.

He wrapped his other hand around my fist and guided me. I could feel it shaking as hard as mine but that didn't stop him from showing me how slow he liked it and how hard to squeeze.

He didn't need to tell me how badly he failed at not touching himself. It was clear that he knew exactly how he liked it. I wasn't mad or jealous at the small, tortured moans he made, or the sudden liquid dripping over our fingers.

"Addy," he gasped, and my heart skipped at how good my name sounded like this. "Don't stop."

"I won't," I said, and I sounded just as shaky and desperate as he did.

My hand, slicking up and down his length, wet from his dripping tip was like the key to everything I'd ever wanted.

I bent down suddenly, without thinking or knowing what I was going to do and pressed my lips to his inner thigh, kissing him there and then moaning and sucking his skin between my lips because he smelled and tasted so incredibly good.

Alil cried out. His hands suddenly gripped my hair and then his body jerked and his hips pressed up into my fist. His cock flexed and I pressed my lips to the base, feeling it move against my mouth as he emptied, and we both moaned in pleasure.

I held him down there until the tremors stopped and then finally released him, feeling dazed.

Had that really just happened?

I had sexually pleasured Alil. Something I had only dreamed of doing had happened. We were not mated but the air was heavy with our pheromones, and I couldn't believe it.

"Addy," Alil whispered. His hand found my arm and he pulled me.

I went easily, lying next to him, my head resting next to his.

"You must be a mess," he said quietly and I only realized when his hands started touching my face that there were wet spots all over me, my hand and arm, on my cheek and even in my hair.

"I'm so sorry," he said regretfully, but I realized that I wasn't as he sat up, trying to use the blanket to dry me. "Lili," I whispered as he frantically cleaned me. "No matter what happens, or who finds out, or how much trouble I find myself in, I am so honored that you let me touch you."

Alil froze for so long that I thought I must have said the wrong thing, but then he sagged, practically on top of me, pressing his face to my neck and his arms went around me in an embrace.

He clung to me, trembling, and took a shuddering breath.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Touched, I returned the embrace.

Having him in my arms alone was beyond my wildest hopes so I held him tightly until sleep took us.

When I woke up hours later, it was to Alil's body pressed against mine, pushing closer for friction, his cock hard again, and rubbing against me wherever it could reach.

My heart jumped and I moaned, rolling him onto his back without thinking.

The morning light was filtering through the gaps in the curtain, and it was already getting hot.

Alil, on his back under me, disheveled, his gaze heavy with desire nearly killed me.

"Your pheromones," he gasped. "I cannot help myself."

He thrust up, rubbing his cock to mine and it twitched with interest.

If I could fuck him right now, I would.

For a split second, I realized that all I would have to do was lean down and kiss him. My lips to his and I would be able to press my hard cock into him, to stretch him open and have my first orgasm in years, held tight inside the person I'd always wanted.

I swayed toward him, his chin tilted up, like he was expecting it and at the last moment, I stopped myself.

"Lili," I groaned, pressing my hips down against his to give him that instead.

He moaned and then reached down, making me lift so that he could pull his robes aside, exposing himself in the daylight this time.

For a moment, I could do nothing but look down at him. I had always been mesmerized by the shimmery purple of his scales, and here, where they gathered around his base was as miraculous as a waterfall or a sky full of stars or any other natural phenomenon.

I reached down, reverently and petted his length. It bobbed up to meet my touch and my breath caught as I traced down to his pretty, shining base.

Then, despite myself, my fingers dipped lower.

Alil gasped as I gently touched his hole.

It was only damp, not dripping the way I thought an omega's hole was supposed to be when aroused. But as my finger brushed the small spot of puckered flesh, it flexed, and a gush of warm liquid covered my finger.

I gasped and rubbed it against his hole, feeling how slippery it was.

Alil was biting his lip, watching me and not moving a muscle, allowing me to explore him.

"Does it feel nice?" I asked.

He nodded and then frowned, meeting my gaze uncertainly.

"Do you want to feel?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes," I said regretfully. "I want to feel you, but you know I can't get hard."

"You got a bit hard last night," he reminded me and then shook his head. "But that's not what I mean."

He watched me for a moment, chewing his lip and then, sat up.

I watched, confused as he got onto his knees in front of me, mirroring my pose.

He came close enough that we were nearly touching and then wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him.

His eyelids fluttered when his cock pressed to me, but then, he withdrew one hand and reached behind himself.

My mouth went dry when I realized he was touching his hole, but I remained still, wondering what he was doing. When his breath hitched, I could barely breathe.

"Are you?—"

"Yes," he whispered, moaning softly.

Our faces were so close. His lips were near enough that I could touch them with mine by simply tilting my chin.

I could not stop looking at them. They were so beautiful and full. They looked luxuriously soft and welcoming, especially when Alil bit them like that.

Perhaps seeing where I was looking, he bowed his head so that I would not be tempted and then, finally, he withdrew his hand and reached it around me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said, pulling my robe to the side to expose my rear end.

Only when his hands both slid beneath my tail did I understand what he planned to do.

I stilled, but did not stop him as he very carefully touched his slicked fingertips to my hole.

For a moment, I didn't so much as breathe, as he rubbed gently over my flesh.

"Does it feel strange?" he asked. "Or good?"

I shook my head because I wasn't sure, but then decided that it was unexpectedly pleasant.

"It's... nice," I admitted. Not something I had ever thought of trying, but still not a bad thing.

"I've always wondered..." Alil said, trailing off. "We have all the same parts, you see. So if it feels good for omegas, then it should for alphas too, right?"

I had never thought of that.

"I suppose," I said as he continued to stroke me. My body was beginning to feel like it was made of butter. Loose and pliable and on the verge of melting.

He looked up at me through his lashes, his eyes dark with desire.

"I know you can't feel it the same way," he began, "but you make me feel like my body is on fire."

I shut my eyes.

"It still feels good," I promised. "Holding you and touching you and even this."

He let out a soft sound and the pressure from his finger increased.

I gasped as he pushed one into me but he held me tight, steadying me.

"Perhaps you can feel this kind of pleasure properly," he whispered, gently stroking his finger in and out of my hole. "Even without getting hard... I know how to make it feel good..."

Was he—was he really asking for?—

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked, surprised.

He bowed his head, not meeting my gaze.

"Only if you want," he said. "I just want to make you feel good..."

I supposed that Alil knew how to make it feel good from being entered… He wanted to return the favor I had done for him last night. That was how he was, always taking care of others. Of course, he would enjoy it too…

In this case, he was far more knowledgeable than I was and I was desperate for more of his touch, for all of him, so I nodded.

"Okay."

He looked up at me, shocked.

"Are—are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded even though my heart was racing.

"Lay down," Alil ordered, removing his finger from inside me.

My body immediately felt strange without his lovely, soft touch inside me. I had gotten used to him so quickly.

Before I could do it, he helped me remove my clothes and for the first time, I was naked with an omega.

Everything about this was unexpected, especially the way that Alil looked down at me, almost reverently when I spread out under him.

"You're incredible, Addy," he told me, his hand gently tracing my hip bone.

"Really?" I asked because it seemed ridiculous to me. No one had ever made me feel that I was particularly special, but Alil seemed to think otherwise.

He nodded eagerly.

"You're perfect."

He said it with such seriousness that he must be right. At least to him, I was wonderful.

Warmth filled me completely and I knew I would do anything he wanted.

"What should I do?" I asked nervously.

"Just relax," he said, crawling to crouch between my legs. Then with a hesitant glance at me, he pulled his robes off, tossing them aside.

Oh Goddess, and he said that I was perfect. How ridiculous. There was no one as flawless and beautiful inside and out as Alil was. He was everything.

He crawled forward, pushing his knees underneath mine so that my legs rested over his thighs, then he reached past his cock, feeling his slick hole, taking the liquid and using it once again to wet my entrance.

My eyes fell shut despite myself when he started to work. I wanted to watch, but I had never been touched and now, having his finger enter me felt so sensual that I didn't know how to handle it.

My fingers dug into the blankets, I even felt some of them tear under my claws but I could not stop myself.

"Is that okay?" Alil asked.

"Yes," I said breathlessly. "Keep going."

Encouraged, he bent over me, bracing a hand on the blankets next to my hip to change his angle and with a twist of his wrist my entire body arched off the ground.

I gasped at the sudden burst of pleasure, instinctively lifting my hips for more.

Alil moaned and kept doing whatever he had done, stroking that spot with his finger until I was unable to think straight.

Then, suddenly, it was gone.

My eyes flew open, and I lifted my head, dazed, to look at him.

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

My heart was racing, my body still twitching for more. My cock wasn't fully hard but that didn't surprise me. What did was that the pleasure had been building, almost like it was going somewhere. Surely, I wouldn't have an orgasm like this, right? Still, I wanted more.

Then I realized that Alil wasn't done. Not even close.

I watched, mesmerized, as he spread his own slick over his cock, coating it in the slippery liquid.

His arms shook when he braced himself over me and met my gaze. He didn't say anything until his lovely member was touching my small hole.

"Are you sure you are okay with this?" he asked. "I don't need to go any further."

In answer, I reached out, settling my hands on the back of his hips, gently guiding him into me.

It was partially curiosity, a touch of desire, but mostly love that made me want this.

I had always adored Alil. Quite frankly, I would do anything for him, even let myself be fucked.

Nassa didn't often share many intimate details, at least they didn't with unmated alphas, like me, so I didn't know if others did this too. What I did know was that we couldn't be the only ones to ever think of trying this.

But even if no one else out there would try this for their omegas, I would. And, as my opening slowly stretched around his tip, I all other thoughts vanished.

A ragged gasp tore from Alil's throat, and he fell to his elbows, pressing his forehead to my shoulder as he pushed in deeper.

I held my breath, allowing him inside me as deeply as he wanted to go.

It felt intrusive compared to his fingers. His cock was too big, and it stung, just a little bit, but I breathed through the feeling, and held onto him tightly, breathing with him, feeling his heart race against mine.

It was the most intimate moment of my life, and it was all so surreal, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Does it hurt?" Alil gasped against my neck.

I shook my head.

"You can move if you like."

He nodded and braced himself before slowly moving his hips.

My head fell back and suddenly all the lovely pressure and sparks of pleasure I'd felt from his fingers returned but tenfold.

I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, chasing the right angle and suddenly my cock didn't even matter at all. Even if it was working right now, it would have been forgotten in favor of Alil inside me, stretching me and giving me something I hadn't even known to long for.

I cried out and Alil began to thrust faster, encouraged by my enthusiasm.

He clung to me, holding me tightly, his hips pushing into me, his cock running deep and even that deepness felt good somehow.

"Keep going," I gasped, and he moaned against me, going faster as our pleasure grew.

We moved in sync, our bodies pressing and pulling until suddenly everything escalated and I cried out, tremors running through me as I finished before him. I couldn't process what had happened, only that my clenching muscles made Alil gasp and follow on the heels of my unexpected orgasm.

It took a long time for my body to stop shaking. Even longer for my mind to come back to reality.

Everything had vanished from my mind and I was pretty sure I had left my body until Alil was kissing my neck and my cheek, slowly bringing me back to the present.

I had come. It was different from how I remembered it, like it was being pushed out from the inside… I couldn't describe it, but I had felt the gush of liquid, the mind blowing pleasure…

Alil's lip touched dangerously close to the corner of my mouth and I turned my cheek away.

He followed, trying again to kiss me and I pulled back far enough to look at him, still dazed from what had happened.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

My voice sounded raw from what we had done. Alil was still buried inside me, warm and comfortable and wet. Even though he had no knot to keep him there, he showed no signs of pulling away and I was glad for the excuse to continue to hold him.

"You let me enter you," he breathed, and I could tell what a momentous thing it was to him. I understood. I felt the same way.

"Yes, and I didn't expect to like it so much."

His gaze darkened.

"You came," he whispered. "I made you."

The prideful way he said it made my stomach squirm.

"Yes. You did," I agreed, shaking my head in wonder. "I haven't felt anything like that in years. I didn't know I could without being mated."

I stroked back his purple hair and he dipped forward again, bringing his lips dangerously close to mine before I realized what he was doing and pulled away with a gasp. I'd thought it was accidental the first two times but now I saw that he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Why are you trying to kiss me Alil?"

"Becauseyou let me fuck you Addy!"

I gaped.

"Don't say it like that!"

"Why?" he asked, wiggling his hips. I gasped because he was still inside me and it felt so slippery and strange and pleasant too.

He bit his lip, watching my face intently as he gave a couple small thrusts.

My lips parted on a silent gasp and Alil let out a strangely hungry groan, like he wanted to eat me—and then he dove for my lips again like he couldn't resist.

I turned my face away, but my heart was racing.

"We've already done everything that will get us in trouble Addy," he whispered. "Everything but the one thing that will make it okay... Why put so much effort into not letting you get hard when we are already making love willingly?"

I looked at him uncertainly.

"A mating bond will be for life," I reminded him. "You will have no other option than me. Forever ."

He smiled softly.

"Addy," he whispered gently, like he was about to let me in on a secret. "The only reason that I never wanted to mate, was because I couldn't be sure that you would win me. You're the only alpha that I want. The only one that I have ever wanted."

My breath caught and I stared at him for a long time, unable to find words.

"You can be sure that you are the only one I would have ever fought for." My hands trembled now as I cupped his cheek. "I hope you know how much I love you."

"I know," he whispered.

A long silence passed between us, during which, it took everything in me not to give in and kiss his lips.

Even though he had wanted all of this, I still felt like somehow I would be doing him wrong. After all, this was the exact reason we were not meant to be alone together. Our minds were so easily swayed by pheromones. What had I thought would happen after bringing the omegas here? It was laughable that I had believed a word out of those tricksters' mouths.

It was obvious now that this—all of it, had been inevitable from the start.

"Will you think about it?" Alil asked, gently running his fingers through my hair.

I shut my eyes at the shivery sensation and nodded.

"Good," he whispered, placing a quick kiss to my chin. "Then I will leave it up to you."

It was only right for me, the alpha, to make these ultimate decisions. Alil had made his desires clear, but I needed to think long and hard about what should come next.