Page 36 of His Prodigal Alpha

Rex slipped one arm under me, wrapping it around my chest. The other, which had been gripping my hip gently, slid down to stroke my weeping cock. I had to bite back a shout of ecstasy, muffling it and turning it into another needy whine as he set a gentle rhythm with his thrusts.

“Faster,” I urged him, and found myself gripping his toned, tanned forearms with my own.

Rex growled in the back of his throat and tugged me tighter against him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assured him. “Please.Please. I need to be fucked properly. I need you to fill me up and knot me. I need you to—” I cut myself off, mildly mortified at the realization that I’d almost told him that I needed him to claim me. Markme.Make me his. Clearing my throat and rocking my hips back to meet his languid thrusts, I said, “I need it harder, Alpha.”

He groaned but complied, picking up the pace with his hips and his hand on my dick.

“Yes,” I urged him on, “just like that.Faster.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, snapping his hips into me, “I forgot how fucking amazing you feel on my cock, kitten. So hot and tight and wet.”

My orgasm was building, and his dirty praise sent me hurtling closer to the precipice. He hiked my leg higher up his thigh, subtly changing up our angle andholy mother of God!I saw stars.

The coil of tension inside me was tightening, my balls sending up warning signals with every brush over my prostate. Precum dribbled obscenely from the head of my cock, slicking up every stroke of his big, calloused palm.

“I’m…I’m gonna come,” I warned him. “Don’t stop.Right there. Fuck me right there. Harder. Faster. Rex! Rex, I need…I need…”

The asshole stopped moving.

“What the ever-loving fuck?!” I complained, my eyes flying open so I could try to crane my neck and glower in consternation.

“Shhh,” he crooned,stillnot moving. “I was gettin’ too close.”

“You’re a fucking alpha,” I hissed, trying to roll my hips and get myself off, but he pulled his hand off my cock to hold me in place. “You come, you knot me, you come again…and again…and again. That’s how it works, remember?”

Okay, so we had only experienced it together once, but Ollie assured me that was an ongoing pattern for him and Beck.

Come to think of it, I probably knew way too much aboutmy new friends’ sex life than could be considered healthy. But, as the only other people who had experienced alpha/omega mating dynamics, we’d been eager to compare notes.

Rex snorted and nuzzled his nose behind my ear. It was an affectionate gesture and I liked it. “I wanna make it good for you, kitten.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” I replied, feeling snarky and still determined to get off, “that will happen if you let me come.”

“I’ve got a lot of making up to do,” Rex said, and I wanted so badly to embrace the romance in that sentiment and just let my heart fall for him. However, I knew better than that. Once bitten —or not bitten, as the case may be— twice shy and all that jazz.

“You didn’t do anything worth making up for,” I replied instead, only for his hand to release my dick and sneak back under my shirt, smoothing over the bump housing my son.Our son.

“I could’ve reacted better to this,” he admitted softly.

A lump lodged itself in my throat. “Sure,” I agreed with a nod. “Or you could have reactedwayworse, too. And, anyway, I thought we already talked about this.”

“You let me get off too lightly the other night. Besides, you’re going through a lot. I’m kind of responsible for it.”

It was weird to be having the conversation with his cock inside me, but everything about our situation was weird so I went with it anyway. “I think we established that you’re also going through a lot. At least I knew, theoretically speaking, that when an alpha knots an omega in heat, it generally results in pregnancy.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, “In heat, huh?”

I flushed all over again at the gravel in his tone. It almostsounded as though the concept turned him on. Maybe it did. Maybe on some level, it appealed to the alpha side of him. I knew the omega in me was practically clawing the walls of my mind, badly wanting to be claimed and mated by his alpha. What if his alpha instincts were demanding as much of him?

“Yeah…that’s, um, that’s what Ollie and Eric think happened. I…I remember getting hot all over, needing you to fill me up and breed me.” I bit my lip and let out a tiny huff of laughter. “At the time, I thought I was just super horny and having ridiculous omega thoughts.”

“Hey now,” I groaned as he moved to pull me tighter against him, the action shifting our hips, giving me a hint of the delicious friction I craved so badly, “don’t go buyin’ in to all that anti-omega stuff, y’hear? Your designation or whatever you wanna call it doesn’t make you any less of a man, of a shifter…of apersonthan anyone else.”

There went my heart again, thudding near-painfully in my chest. How could anyonenotfall for a big, buff, sexy man who made impassioned impromptu speeches about self-worth like that?

“Jesus,” I breathed, feeling choked up. I didn’t know if it was my hormones, or the alpha/omega mating connection that seemed to draw us together, but I was once again overwhelmed by what felt like an insatiable need for him. I bucked my hips. “Fuck me.Now.”

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