Page 50 of His Prodigal Alpha

Whoa.

That was a headrush.

Tingles swept through me, and my shifter side purred with satisfaction.

Whether Damon had intended it or not, it felt like he had completely accepted me as his alpha. Not just as a Dom to his submissive side, but as the Alpha to his Omega. I knew deep in my bones that we would both still cede status to Beckett as the Pack Alpha, but this felt like he had still chosen me as his. Almost like the way Beck had described bonding, but withoutthe mind-link.

Coupled with his increased displays of trust and affection, and the possessive display with Tim, I wanted to shout from the rooftops that I loved him and I was pretty sure he felt the same.

“And you’re mine, kitten. My omega. My mate.” I had no idea what had spurred me to reply that way, so strangely formally, but it made the tingling sensation beneath my skin hum with additional pleasure.

Fuck, but I needed to get inside him.

Damon whined again. “Rex,please…”

Right. The rope.

I unfurled the twin lengths of silky, smooth bondage rope and got familiar with the weight and tension of it. As a benefit of my profession, I considered myself somewhat of a rope aficionado. I could tell you the difference between a head rope and a calf rope, could explain why not all ropes are lassos, could go into the necessity for breakaway ropes…and I could tie knots more proficiently than a sailor. As Damon had rightly assumed, that carried over to my skills in the bedroom. Bondage, while not an everyday thing for me, came naturally. Especially rope play.

The rope I held in my hands as I got Damon into position, his back supported by half a ton of pillows, was high quality. It was going to be gentle on his skin, regardless of how tight I tied it. Not that I had plans to go hard on him when he was so heavily pregnant. I knew his blood flow was increased and that he’d had some fluid retention issues. I wasn’t going to risk any circulation or nerve damage problems if I could help it.

The image he’d shown me on his phone was of a frog tieposition, which I agreed would be the most comfortable this far along in his pregnancy. It involved tying his ankle to his thigh in what was called a ‘double column’ tie, using a couple of variations of knotting styles.

I decided he’d be more comfortable reclining against the mountain of pillows with his legs splayed, able to plant his feet on the mattress for stability, rather than resting on his knees with his thighs and ankles tied behind him. After checking that he’d stretched and that he was okay with my plan, I asked him to tell me his safe word before we got started.

His eyes widened. “I need a safe word?”

I swear to the Gods, I almost called red then and there.

But he was so excited to try this, so I took a deep breath and asked, “Is this your first time tryin’ anythin’ kinky, sweetheart?”

His cheeks flushed pink and he shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe. I mean, I’ve been cuffed before…”

“Without a safe word in place?” It was hard to keep the horror out of my voice. Was this our age gap finally showing itself? Or was it just his inexperience with kink? Could it be both?

He shrugged again. “It was just cheap aluminum cuffs from a silly cop costume. I’ve got shifter strength. I could have broken them if I wanted.” He shook his head. “But I get that’s not the point. I was dumb and, like, nineteen at the time. All I remember is that I enjoyed giving up a little control.”

“Okay, well, for us…you’re gonna need a safe word. I need you to understand that the second you say it, I’ll cut the ropes and end the scene.” I was grateful that he had at least done enough research to have the shears on hand. “If it helps, I usually use the traffic light system.”

“That works for me,” Damon smiled sheepishly. “And I’m green lighting this right now.”

“And if you want me to stop?”

“Red light, Alpha. I promise.”

There was that tingly feeling again. Ireallyliked that.

Reassured, I nodded. “Okay. Good. Usually, I’d tell you not to speak unless asked a direct question, but tonight we’re goin’ easy, okay? So I want to know what you’re feeling, especially if it’s too uncomfortable.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” He wriggled. “Can we start now?”

I snorted but got his legs into the position I wanted. To get us both back into the mood, I ran my hands over his skin, from his toes all the way to his gently stubbled jaw and then back down again. He closed his eyes and tried to lift his hips towards me, and I watched as a droplet of precum dribbled down his renewed erection. I could also see his slick shining off the curve of his ass, and I couldn’t wait to have his legs restrained so I could dive between them and enjoy that part of him while he writhed.

I doubled the first length of rope over and then took my time wrapping it around his thigh and ankle, bending forward to press kisses to Damon’s belly as I worked. I created the first part of the Lark’s Head knot, slipping the end of the rope through the loop I’d created when I doubled it over, and then tugged it back down, reversing the tension of the knot. I slipped two fingers between the rope and his skin, wanting to make sure I wasn’t cutting off his circulation or, worse, creating an opportunity for irreversible nerve damage.

When I was happy with the degree of constriction, I wrapped the rope around his limb again and again, keeping the lines of rope uniform and maintaining the same tension. Then Islipped the tail end of the rope through the bight from the original knot and tied off with a Surgeon’s Knot.

“How does that feel, kitten?” I checked in with him softly, glancing up into his lust-blown eyes.

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