Page 24 of Rut Bar

“A treat?” he asks. His face lights up with pleasure, and I grin.

I slip from the bed and find my discarded jeans on the floor and pull the waded up fabric from the back pocket. I hold it up for him to see. My trophy from tonight’s success.

“Are those…” He’s breathless and struck dumb.

Vee’s panties are tiny and ballet slipper pink with sheer lace along on the top and leg holes. I slingshot it at Jamie, and it hits him dead center in his chest. He palms it reverentially, then brings it to his nose and drags in her scent. It’s soaked with her pheromones and pleasure, and the combination makes him purr.

I love seeing him happy like this. Content. I wish I was enough to keep him satisfied, but he needs a pack. So that’s what we’re building.

“I thought you’d like a souvenir,” I say as I climb back into bed and grab it from him. His fingers tighten with an alpha’s urge to lay claim, and then he remembers himself and lets go. His gray sweatpants bulge with the proof of his happiness. I stroke a hand over his erection until he thickens to fullness. He’s got such a nice cock.

“Look at how hard you’re getting for me.” I grin.

“Thank you,” Jamie says while I tug the waistband of his sweats down until his thick cock bobs free.

I wrap the pink fabric around his cock and stroke him once, savoring the way his nostrils flare and his eyes go unfocused. He’s so delightfully responsive. So perfectly receptive to my every whim. He might not understand why I enjoy dominating him so much—Jamie doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body—but he appreciates the aftermath. We both do.

“You like that, babe?” I ask. “You like knowing I stole these for you? How something that touched her pussy all day is stroking your cock? This is the closest your cock’s ever been to her pussy, hasn’t it?”

He nods, his hips twitching with the urge to thrust and fuck the ring of my fingers and the panties wrapped around his cock. “Yes. Feels so good. Smells good too.”

“I got to fuck that sweet, juicy pussy tonight, and you had to watch. It must drive you mad, babe, knowing all you get to do is watch while I fuck our omega. I should have made you get on your knees and lick her cunt juice off my cock. Made you blow me, knowing she came all over it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” he pants, his pre-cum soaking the fabric and staining the pale pink dark.

“Look at you getting her panties all dirty.” I tsk and tug harder, faster, until his abdominals flex and tense with every belly-fluttering movement as he fucks the tight ring of my hand. I palm his heavy sack and tease over the base of his cock where his knot is swelling. He’s already close. Her preheat pheromones must be driving him mad with need.

“I’m so bad,” he groans, lost in the fantasy. In his cravings. He loves this.

“Such a bad boy,” I agree. And I love this too. I love pushing all of his kinky buttons. Riling him up.

My boyfriend is addicted to shame. Humiliation. He needs it. Needs to be put in those deep, dark fears of his so he can face them with someone safe. Someone who’d never use those secret thoughts to actually hurt him. So he can come out of the scene and know he’s still loved despite those intrusive thoughts. Cherished.

He shudders as I pump my hand. Seeing him unravel is delicious. My sweet, kind, loyal alpha. Undone by a scrap of fabric and a wisp of a barky omega. What will he do when I unveil the next phase of our plans to court her? I grin whenever I think about it.

From the way his nostrils flare and he grunts with every rise of his hips, I know he’s close. I could slow down. Stop. Order him to flip onto his belly and present his ass for me like he’s the omega. Claim him and ride him hard. Make him come harder than anyone else ever did. And he would do it. Because he’s perfect. Because he’s mine.

My grip tightens as I tug and twirl and twist with my wrist. After all these months, I can read his body like an open book. Salty, musky, coconutty pre-cum slides down my knuckles and soaks into Vee’s underwear.

When my alpha is seconds away from coming, I lean down close and press my lips to his ear. He’s panting hard. “One day, when she’s bitten and claimed and ours, I’m gonna make you watch me breed her. And there will be nothing you can do to stop me. I’ll tie you down if I have to. I’ll make you raise my baby.”

“Oh, f-fuck.” Jamie gasps and his thrusts turn into a languid rolling movement as the first splash of his cum dribbles down my fingers. His swelling knot bumps against my thumb and index finger. I grab it with my other hand and crush it tight, mimicking the knot squeeze my beta body can’t produce.

My reward is another splash of coconut-scented cum. There’s so much of it, so much more than normal. It must be her preheat pheromones triggering him. I can’t wait to see him in a rut from her heat. Desperate, yet denied. He’ll be radiant with his unmet desire. And the fallout of finally releasing him will be resplendent.

“Bad boy,” I tease him as I grab a tissue from his nightstand and wipe the cum from my hands and then his stomach. “You’ve made such a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Once we’re both clean, I fold the panties up carefully and set them aside on the nightstand for later. I have plans for those.

“What about you?” he asks, but his voice is already sleepy and he yawns.

It’s late. Well past our bedtime. And Jamie wakes up at an ungodly hour, no matter how little sleep he got the night before. I tug his waistband up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll take a rain check. You can thank me in the morning.”

“It’s morning now,” he says in protest, but it’s halfhearted and he’s already falling asleep.

“Go to sleep, babe. I’m satisfied by holding you.”

I tug the blankets over the both of us and curl myself around his powerful body. At some point in the night he’ll be so hot he’s impossible to cuddle, but for now it’s a pleasant warmth. And I love holding him while he sleeps.

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