Page 19 of A Real Alpha
The question registered a bit slow, but when it did, I laughed. Most alphas would just take under the guise of helping an omega out.
“I knew you were different,” I mumbled, and he lifted enough to look me in the eyes, shaking his head.
“I hate that,” he whispered and then kissed me deeply, making me forget we were even talking before he pulled back to say more. “The thought of anyone touching you or hurting you kills me.”
My eyes fluttered shut.
“You can make things right by fucking me,” I informed him. “Make me forget everyone but you.”
I could tell by his gaze that he took it as a challenge.
He straightened, pulled his pants open, and took an agonizingly long few seconds kicking them off.
My mouth went dry at the first sight of his cock, already so hard and red and desperate for my body.
“Normally I would go slow?—”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, “I can't wait.”
Luckily, he didn't make me.
Without needing any prep after hours alone, he lined his wide tip with my entrance and then braced himself on the bed, his gaze fixed on my face as he pushed into me. I opened for him eagerly, lifting my hips off the bed to take him deeper, barely able to breathe until he was seated all the way in, his balls against my ass.
My head fell back, pleasure overwhelming me at the stretch of his cock and his heat and his scent.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as he started to move, already knowing that I wouldn't last long, that I was probably moments from finishing.
Oscar's arms shook on the bed, but he kept going, even after I reached down, clasping my sensitive cock, and stroked untilI was arching off the bed with a weak cry, cumming. But that wasn't enough, though. I needed my alpha to finish if my heat was really going to end.
Oscar let out a groan, bending over me. He pressed my knees up high, losing his rhythm as he pumped into me. Honestly, it was a relief to know that he couldn't hold out either.
With a sudden groan, he pressed his hips down, getting as deep as he could, his entire body trembling as he emptied into me. His seed ignited me one more time, filling me with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and taking me over the edge one last time. Gasping, I held on tight and rode out the wave of this orgasm, knowing it was the last one, the one that would end my unbearable heat.
Finally, both of us collapsed against the covers. Exhausted, I could barely stay awake long enough to feel his knot forming.
I woke up some time later to the most peculiar thing. Soft, sensual kisses on my cheek and neck. I let out a soft moan, realizing that Oscar must have pulled out of me before his knot formed or I surely would have felt it. I should’ve known he would be polite like that. He wouldn't knot me without asking first.
He wasn't Harry.
The kisses stopped and I cracked an eye open to see why, finding Oscar watching me. God, he looked good ruffled and freshly satisfied. I could get used to this.
“What's wrong?” he asked. “You were frowning.”
I blinked and realized what I had been thinking of. “I was thinking how different this is,” I admitted. “I was thinking that you're nothing like the alpha I ran away from.”
Nowhefrowned, watching me. “What was he like?”
I glanced away, trying to think of a way to explain. “He only cared about himself. He was possessive. He... kept me and Roscoe locked in the apartment for months.”
My voice kept getting quieter and quieter as I spoke. I felt ashamed for having allowed it, but I hadn't had anywhere else to go and Harry had wanted me. I'd thought that counted for something, that maybe he would change.
I didn't need to say any of that though. I couldn't bring myself to and Oscar didn't push me to continue. Instead, he dipped his head and gave me one of those loving kisses on the lips this time.
“Well, you're here now,” he whispered against my lips. “You're safe with me.”
My entire body tingled as he kissed me again. It was wrong to feel hope, but Oscar was the type of alpha I'd always wished for, and thought wasn't possible or real. He was the type of man I could spend my life with. He was someone that made me feel something that seemed to be deeper than attraction and want, though I couldn't define what it was I felt.
My eyes drooped shut as the kiss deepened. Even though my heat had just passed, I wanted him again—until a cry tore through the apartment.
