Page 5 of His Prodigal Alpha

“Now, Rex. Now. Please. I can’t handle the emptiness…” Damon babbled, already sounding wrecked.

With my other hand smoothing down his spine, I caught his gaze in the chipped, rust-speckled surface of the mirror. His youth-rounded face was bright red, his eyes wide and gleaming. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and the sides of his cheeks. He looked debauched already, even though we had barely started.

“Please!” he begged again, rocking back onto my fingers. “I can’t explain it, but if you don’t fuck me, I….fuck…I’ll combust.”

A similar need was building in my gut, causing my dick to ache. It strained towards him like a divining rod.

“Shh, kitten,” I assured him, withdrawing my fingers and wiping the remaining slickness from them over my cock before I gripped its base and brought the flushed, weeping head to his hole, “I’ve got you, remember?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!” Damon bounced his hips backwards, encouraging me to sink inside him, and when I did, the sensation almost overwhelmed me.

“You feel amazing,” I told him, gripping his hips as I pulled out and then dove right back into the welcoming warmth and slickness of his body. “So tight. So hot. So wet.”

With the way his inner walls gripped my cock, it felt like hewas made for me.

In the mirror, I watched as Damon closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his lips moving soundlessly. He was beautiful; a wrecked vision of pleasure and all-consuming need.

Looking down to where we were connected, I enjoyed the sight of watching my cock slide in and out of his ass for a few more thrusts before I realized just how selfish I was being. Hell, I hadn’t even helped tug his dick free from the front of the strap!

Moving to correct my mistake, I leaned forward to do just that, unsurprised to find the material covering his straining erection damp from his precum.

“Yes!” Damon cried out as I slid my hand inside the waistband and stroked him in time with my thrusts. “Yes, just like that. I’m so fucking close.”

Releasing his shaft, I allowed my hand to drift lower, finding his balls and fondling them. They had drawn up tight and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. Rolling them in my palm before I let them go again, I returned my attention to his leaking length and then squeezed the base before my next upstroke. I shifted my hips, attempting to find just the right angle and then—

“Oh,fuck!” Damon squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly as I hit my mark. I repeated the action, my breath hitching as the channel of his ass convulsed around my cock. “Oh my God. I’m coming.Fuck. I’m there, Rex, I’m there. I’m…nnnngh.”

Warmth coated my hand and the inside of his underwear as he rode my fist through his orgasm, but it was the clenching and spasming around my cock which undid me, too. I threw my head back and practically roared as my own orgasm barreled through me, waves upon waves of unexpectedlyintense bliss rolling through my body. I came in jets, filling him up with—

Oh, fuck.

My hips stuttered as I continued to empty my load inside him, while my already erratic heart squeezed with panic.

I hadn’t worn a condom.

I’d gone bare with a stranger I’d met in a bar. A shifter stranger, at that. Who knew what kind of risks I’d just taken.

I was so distracted by the panic of being unsafe that I didn’t register the weird tingling at the base of my cock until it was too late. “What…?” I asked at the same time Damon ground down on me and moaned, inexplicably making me comeagain,my dick more sensitive than I could ever remember it being.

“Holy fuck!” Damon raised his head to meet my terrified gaze through the mirror. His expression was blown wide with shock. “Y-you’reknottingme.”

I tried to pull out of him. Jolts of equal parts pleasure and pain rippled through my cock. I yelped.

“Stop!” Damon cried, and I stilled. He softened his tone, realizing that I was in the middle of a pretty significant panic attack. “Stop trying to pull out. You’ll only hurt us both.”

“What’s happening to me?” I demanded, gritting my teeth when he pushed himself up from the sink to look at me over his shoulder. The movement sent more bolts of sensation through my cock, forcing me to come again, however weakly. This was definitely not normal.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “This has never happened before. The only people who can knot an omega are alphas and—”

“I have no idea what that is, but I ain’t it.”

His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it. I felt a littleguilty for being so antagonistic while I was still inside him, but the situation was so far from normal, I didn’t think standard social etiquette applied anymore.

“Well, no, you…you scented completely human,” he finally replied when I had nothing else to offer him. “A-and alphas are extinct. This…this is some kind of anomaly…ohhh.” He went stock still and the pink flush returned to his skin. “Fuck. I’m sorry. But you feel sogoodand I need…” Swiveling his hips, he groaned, and my voice joined his as he stimulated my…whatever the fuck he wanted to call it.

My legs were beginning to feel like jelly from the multiple (paranormal?) orgasms. I cast a quick look around. My gaze landed on the toilet. Scrunching my nose, I figured it was that or wind up in a heap on the questionable floor.

With a brief warning that I was moving us, I held him upright and shuffled backwards until I felt the cold surface of the toilet bowl hit the back of my calf muscles. I shuddered and came through numerous tugs to my body’s newest feature as I shuffled my jeans down my thighs and then sat on top of the closed seat, bringing Damon with me onto my lap.

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