Page 52 of His Prodigal Alpha

“I…I need to come,” he whined, his face contorted as he hovered on the edge of orgasm.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Come for me, kitten.”

Taking a shaking hand to his leaking dick, which he probably couldn’t see straining beneath the bulge of his belly, he did as told. My balls drew up tight as I watched him. With his head thrown back, he tugged at his cock and bounced on mine,managing maybe five strokes before his ass was clenching around me and his warm cum was splashing my abdomen.

“Fuck, yes, darlin’, that’s it…” I praised him, trying to hold off coming myself.

“It’s not enough,” he sounded wrecked. “Ineedyour knot.”

“Not like this.” How I had the presence of mind to understand that getting locked together while his legs were still bound was not a great idea, I’ll never know. I put it down to those protective alpha urges. “Gotta untie you first.”

“Hurry.”

I couldn’t quite understand the urgency in his tone. Not when he’d just come. But it got me moving. He leaned back, bracing his palms on the mattress, while I quickly worked at undoing the knots holding the ropes in place.

As his impatience climbed, he began to bounce his hips, which was fucking distracting considering I was still inside him.

I freed his left leg with an exultant cry, then moved to his right, throwing both lengths of rope over the edge of the mattress once I was done. I felt a sense of loss as Damon climbed off me to shift onto his knees, but then he was grabbing my shaft by the base and sinking down onto me again with a groan.

Nowhe could lean forward and, even though we were still mildly impeded by his belly between us, we could kiss. My fingers threaded into the silken strands of his hair, holding him in place as his tongue plundered my mouth with desperation.

He mewled as he bounced in place, his hands scrabbling at the back of my shoulders, but he never stopped kissing me, and there was something special in the way his passion seemed to match mine.

We panted and moaned and grunted as we picked up speed. We smelled like sex and clean sweat and something that was uniquelyus.

“You gonna come again?” I murmured against his lips, and he whined long and low, nodding his answer. The next kiss I gave him was chaste and I nuzzled my nose next to his in a move I could only describe as feline. Then I slid my hand beneath his belly, gripping his dick as I urged, “Come for me, baby. Come for me, and you’ll get my knot.”

“Fuck, Rex!” Damon arched his back and came for the second time that night, the contractions around my cock tearing my orgasm from me. I couldn’t have stopped it this time if I had tried.

I rode out the wave of ecstasy, then groaned as my knot began to swell. “Nngh. That’s it, darlin’, take it all.”

Damon undulated his hips, stimulating my knot. He smiled lazily as I came again. “God, I love it when you do that,” he admitted. His eyelids were getting droopy, his expression finally sated. In the yellow light from the bare bulb above us, and with a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, he practically glowed. He bit his lip, and in a soft voice added, “Thank you.”

Grunting through the waves of resulting pleasure-pain as I moved and tugged on my knot, I slid us down onto the mattress until we were lying together on our sides, his belly and back supported by pillows while I curled around his front, locked inside him.

“I don’t know why you’re thankin’ me,” I eventually replied, kissing the top of his head sweetly, tasting the salt of his sweat on my lips. “I should be thankin’ you. A few months ago, I had nothin’. Now…” I placed my hand on the swell of his belly and swallowed an unexpected lump of emotion. “Now I’ve got everything.”

Chapter Thirteen – Damon

“Rex.”

Silence.

“Rex.”

A grunt.

“Rex, seriously, you need to wake up.”

“Hmm?” He was groggy, but at least he was finally responsive. I took a deep, calming breath.

“I’m about ninety-percent sure I’m going into labor.”

Hours after Rex’s knot had deflated, I’d gotten out of bed to use the bathroom. After doing my business, I noticed tenderness in the stretch of skin between my balls and my ass. Ollie had warned me that it was a precursor to labor. Sure enough, mild cramps started to ripple through me not even half an hour later, as though my noticing the painful patch of skin had given it permission to begin.

Have you ever seen a six-foot five naked cowboy startle awake so abruptly that he fell out of bed?

I have.

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