Page 38 of Consider The Lilies

“Just let go, Stefan.” Jack presses his forehead to mine, and the pain in my groin intensifies. I’m on fire. Every inch of me is burning red-hot, making sweat pour from my chest and back.

I’m going to die.

But then Jack pumps our hands faster, squeezing the tip of my privates, and a loud moan rips from my throat. Something hot bursts from my member, splattering all over my chest and face.

Horrified, I open my mouth and scream.

I shoot straight up in bed, clutching my hand to my chest. I suck in deep, painful bursts of air, trying to calm my thundering heart. I’m covered in sweat and very confused as to where I am.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the pitch-black bedroom, and then all my senses return. It must be the middle of the night. Jack is asleep next to me with his big arm draped across my naked body. I must have kicked the blankets off because there’s nothing separating us. My privates are pinned under his arm, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it seems completely normal. But then I see it—something wet and sticky covers my chest and his arm.

Did I have an accident?

Deeply embarrassed, I suck in a calming breath, trying to figure out what to do. Jack can’t know I did this. He’d be disgusted. It’s already bad enough that my body is broken; now it seems I can’t even make it through the night without wetting myself like a freaking child.

Moving as slowly as I can, I wiggle myself out from under Jack’s arm and off the side of the bed. I tiptoe to the bathroom and carefully shut the door behind me. The bright light burns my eyes for a second, making me blink repeatedly. But once my eyes focus, I can’t help but stand in shock at the size of this bathroom.

It’s massive.

I didn’t come in here yesterday, and now I wish I had.

There’s a long vanity with two spacious sinks, a black-tiled shower that takes up one whole wall, an archway that leads to a very fancy closet—I can already see several tiny shelves covered in men’s shoes—and two bathtubs.Why would anyone need two bathtubs?I take in their very different sizes, deciding that one must be for an alpha and the smaller one must be for betas or omegas.

Trying not to make any noise, I slip across the white marble floor to the sink. I wince the second I see my reflection. A whitesticky substance covers my chest, splattering all the way up to my neck.Gross.

I tug a hand towel off the wall and begin to clean myself up. I don’t want to touch my privates, but I have to. That white stuff is everywhere. Being as gentle as possible, I wipe down my member from top to bottom. It feels good. Weirdly good. A flash of my dream pops into my head, and I imagine Jack’s hand on me, rubbing me up and down. Up and down.

My privates jerk, and I quickly stop, scared it’ll become swollen again.

“It’s okay,” I say to the mirror. “You’re almost done. You just need to clean up Jack’s arm without waking him up.” I suck in a slow breath, determined to not get caught. “Stay calm, Stefan,” I whisper. “You can do this.” I continue to stare at myself, taking in how bright my eyes look. The dark circles under them seem to have disappeared too.

Taking a step back, I stare at my reflection. My hair is a mess, sticking straight up in the back, but it’s kind of shiny. My collarbone sticks out, as do the bones on my wrists, but I turn to one side, noticing my belly looks a little less sunken in. The extra padding hides my ribs and pointy hips. The doctor did say I’d gain weight quickly, but this feelsveryfast.

I think over everything I ate yesterday. I had that enormous breakfast, then Jack forced me to eat two big sandwiches for lunch, and then more meat and rice for dinner, before making me go to bed. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. My body is struggling to accept all this extra food, and it’s affecting my privates.

I know that’s stupid, but it’s the only thing I can think of.

Then I hear the bed creak, and dread grips me.He’s going to be so angry when he sees the mess I made on his arm.

The door pushes open, and a very naked Jack steps into the brightly lit bathroom. “Omega?” His voice is gruff. I can't tell if it’s gravelly from sleep or anger.

But my anxiety gets the better of me, and I blurt out, “I’m sorry!” I hold the soiled towel to my chest, clinging to it like it might save me. “I didn't mean to make a mess on the bed. It was an accident!” My chin quivers, and my throat tightens with the threat of tears. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whisper, dropping my gaze.

“It’s okay.” Jack rushes to me, wrapping his big, strong arms around me. He holds me tight, purring loudly. It’s the same rough sound from the other night, but it’s so much more comforting this time. “You’re okay, Stefan.” He presses his nose to my hair, cradling the back of my head.

I sniffle loudly, rubbing my face against his warm, firm chest. “I didn’t mean to wet the bed.” Tears gather in the corner of my eyes. “I’m so gross.”

“No.” His tone is so hard, it surprises me. “You are not gross.” He squeezes me tight before releasing me and leaning down to look at my face. His eyes are hard again, flashing like they’re filled with fire. “Did your parents really not prepare you for what would happen when you became an adult?” he asks with obvious disgust for how they failed me.

But he just doesn't understand that they never had a chance.

I shake my head, unable to hide how embarrassed I am. My whole face is burning red-hot. “My family died,” I mumble, not really wanting to talk about any of this. “I was little, and no one was there to teach me.”

Something like sadness flickers across Jack’s features. His eyes drift down my face before he swallows hard and says, “Well, you’re an adult now,” his voice is shockingly kind, “and it’s time you learn. Turn around.”

He slowly spins me so we’re both facing the mirror. I can’t help but compare our naked bodies. He’s so big with pressed muscles and a sprinkle of light body hair, and I’m thin, bony, and hairless.He’s what a man should look like.

“This,” he takes the soiled towel from my hands, “is cum. Not pee. Youcameall over yourself.” He holds my gaze in the reflection, not letting me look away. “This is your dick or your cock.” He slips his hand under my penis, letting it rest on his palm.

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