Page 97 of Talk About… History

“I’ll try,” he laughed before I slid my fingers free. Then he whined, an almost omega-like protest that made me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be empty for long,” I promised as I gently pushed my cock into his hole. The lube was thick enough I slid in, his wet heat pressing around me as I continued to stretch him around me, stopping just before my knot.

I paused there, letting him adjust until he was pushing against me, hand finding his cock and pumping slowly as he met my eyes.

“Take me.”

With that consent I pulled out before pushing forward again, keeping my rhythm steady strong and sure until he was relaxed again, then I didn’t hold back.

My beta was perfect, taking every inch of my thick cock, taking each punishing thrust with a quiet whimper of pure bliss.

Fuck, I wouldn’t last long either at this rate.

“Knot or no knot, babe, I need to know,” I choked out as my fingers dug into his thighs, pushing his legs further apart.

“Knot,” he said, no hesitation in his voice.

Finally, I slid fully into my mate, his body taking me without protest. My knot started to inflate now that I wasn’t holding it back, pushing him to his limits.

The words falling from his lips now didn’t make sense, quiet, disjointed begging as he asked for more.

I didn’t hold back, pushing my knot further with shallow thrusts. We were locked together now, the pressure in my balls so intense I knew I was about to have an insane orgasm.

Grabbing his wrist, I brought it to my mouth. He let out a happy sigh as I placed a kiss there, thrusting one last time before my orgasm exploded out of me.

My entire body tensed, teeth clamping around his wrist and cutting through the flesh. Our bond was immediate, his bliss slamming into me, stealing my breath, as my pleasure surged into him.

My other hand wrapped around his cock as I slid my tongue over the ridges of his bite, pumping him until his own release was painting my chest.

We stayed like that, me cradling his bite, our bond growing more solid as we stayed connected.

When my knot released, I pulled him closer, nuzzling into his side and not caring as the cum cooled on my chest. This was all I wanted right now, to revel in the bond and our connection, to know that I had found my place in the world, found my mates.

I knew that the moment Avery let me, and our bond was complete, that I would finally feel whole for the first time in my life.

Avery

“Can you describe the first time you met the alphas in question?” It was funny to me every time she called them “the alphas in question”, like I would break down if I heard their names again.

After everything that had happened since leaving them, hearing their names only filled me with frustration.

Thankfully, I had an appointment with a new counselor next week to talk things over. I had a feeling that therapy was going to be helpful in fully moving on, but I was still damn proud of myself for how far I’d come just in the last few weeks.

Weeks… that still blew my mind. I came here wanting a fresh start, and I found one, but I never expected things to blow up the way they did.

Not only did I create a career for myself and now make good money doing it, but I was also contributing to the family business, allowing my brothers to take a break, and ensuring that Mama was taken care of.

Then there were the mates I never expected—true mates who didn’t just affect my body but truly infiltrated my soul. They were the first ones I wanted to run to when something happened, good or bad. When I was worried, I wanted them to hold me and reassure me. Those were things I never had in my past relationship.

The interviewer, Eve, was gentle with me. Her questions were always clinical and to the point. She was quiet but understanding as I gave her the answers, outlining everything from the moment we met to how they continued to court me and the effects they had on my body.

“Tell me about the first heat you experienced with them. Walk me through it. How did that go?” Her question was as to the point as the last ones, but her eyes were full of empathy. I was glad the Omega Network was taking this seriously and giving us someone who wouldn’t make things uncomfortable. She was a steady, unyielding force that kept me on track as I relived the trauma.

“I had taken suppressors from the moment I first came into my designation. I didn’t want to go through a heat until I had a pack. The alphas convinced me that it was time to go off them, so I did. It was literally maybe two days without them when the heat started to hit me. They gave me medicine that my doctor assured would make the heat easier on me. He warned the first would be harsh and I was nervous.”

Eve, the interviewer, held up a hand to stop me.

“Sorry, I want to make sure I’m getting everything. Can you tell me what medicine it was?”

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