Page 42 of His Prodigal Alpha

Before I could come up with a sassy retort, he pulled me down onto his lap, keeping his legs spread enough to keep me stable. I could feel the sticky head of his cock at the small of my back, but then in a smooth move I could only attribute to enhanced reflexes, Rex guided me up again, removed a hand from my hip to position his cock under me, and then helped me to sink back down onto him.

We let out matching groans of relief at the sensation of him finally filling me up.

Now that he was inside me, I half expected him to return to being slow and gentle, but I was glad to be proven wrong.Though he was obviously still mindful of my condition, Rex helped me bounce in his lap at a fervent pace, his desperation seeming to match my own.

“You’re so tight, kitten,” he muttered into my shoulder, where he was sucking hickies and nibbling at the skin as we moved together.

I wasn’t afraid that he would bite me anymore. In fact, some part of me half-hoped that he would claim me after all. Sure, when the lust faded I might regret thinking it, but in that moment, I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted him to make me his. He’d already bred me; a claim was the next logical step between an alpha and an omega.

But he didn’t go anywhere near the juncture between my shoulder and neck, just continued to lavish attention on what parts of my back he could reach with his mouth, interspersing the wet kisses and suction marks with filthy praise. “Your slick tasted so good, baby, but it’s somethin’ else when it’s spilling around my cock…Yeah, just like that.”

I was lost to him, whimpering and begging, feeling heated all over in a way that reminded me of the night we’d met. I was insatiable and dripping for him, and the wet slapping, squelching sounds our bodies were making as I bounced on his cock were obscene.

I loved every moment of it.

“Nnngh,” I moaned as one of his hands finally slid around to grip my neglected dick while I continued to ride him, “R-rex…”

“I’m gettin’ close, baby,” his voice was gravelly and strained. “Gonna need you to come for me. Can you do that? Can you come for your alpha?”

“Fuck!” I shouted, my back arching of its own volition ashis words took me over the edge. I came hard, still bouncing on his cock. I clenched around him in waves of additional pleasure as I felt his knot swelling as he filled me up with his own release.

“God, Damon, you feel so…ugh…fucking incredible…”

Slumping bonelessly back against him, I had no idea how he had retained the power to speak through all of that. His cock twitched inside me again, his knot reacting to my movements.

“Still not used to—” he moaned and his cock jerked once more when I snuggled as best I could against his chest “—that.”

“Mmm,” I acknowledged, feeling the soporific effects of the orgasm, combined with the huge meal I’d eaten earlier, taking over.

There was a subtle irony to our position at that moment being almost a direct echo of the first time he knotted me. I couldn’t help but mentally catalogue the similarities and differences. I could feel things changing for me emotionally and mentally just by comparing the two situations.

I’d needed this from him.

The question was, now that I’d gotten it, what was I going to do about it?

* * *

New Years Eve was a quiet affair. Some of the townspeople planned on small fireworks displays, but I declined any invitations to attend. With how easily tired I was, I didn’t think I’d make it to midnight. Even though I encouraged Rex to go and celebrate, he insisted that all he wanted to do was hang out with me.

Ever since Christmas, he had become more protective, andI wasn’t sure if it was because of the threatening words the Moonmusic leader had posted online, or if it was just because we’d gotten closer.

To be honest, we were pretty much spending any free time we had together by then. Despite my initial resolve, I could feel myself falling harder and harder for him every day.

How could I not when he was so attentive and thoughtful?

He was working hard at Sam and Becca’s farm, then taking me on dates and making sure I wanted for nothing in his down time. Somewhere in the middle of all that, he was also trying to buy a property from Eric, and was arranging help from some of the townspeople to help him fix it up enough to make it properly livable. He had to be running himself into the ground, but he did it all with a smile on his face…and damned if I didn’t think that was the hottest thing ever.

Not that I liked the idea of him exhausting himself, mind you. But my omega preened at his unspoken attempt to court me. To prove that he was a worthy mate.

I was beginning to believe that he was.

It was a belief that only seemed to cement itself further when we were snuggled up on my couch on New Year’s Eve, streaming an old season ofKitchen Nightmaresand bantering about the drama.

With his nose screwed up watching Gordon Ramsay yelling and swearing at a guy who was convinced his menu was epic, Rex mused, “Y’know, I’m now wonderin’ if any of these people he’s yelled at were shifters.”

Even though the show was no longer on the air, and I had seen all the reruns, I snorted. “Could you imagine a bear or something losing their cool?”

“That would make for some gruesome viewing,” heshuddered. “I’ll stick to laughing at his creative insults.”

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