Page 10 of Tempting Frey
The night was getting chilly, and I walked briskly up the hill to keep myself warm. At our gate, I turned around. Beauville lay below, a cluster of porch lights and illuminated, winding roads. Peaceful, quiet, familiar. It felt good to be home.
Our front door was unlocked—I wondered if anyone ever locked their homes in Beauville. Maybe the day raccoons learned to turn doorknobs, the good people of Beauville would finally have a use for their keys.
Only creaking floorboards and darkness met me in the hallway. When my alpha dad didn’t work late, my parents would go to bed at a ridiculously early hour. Now that I was older, I understood sleeping wasn’t all they did—and good for them—but it was nearly eleven. They would surely be fast asleep now.
After taking a thorough shower, I dug in the bag I’d hidden under the bed. Not that my omega dad had any illusions about my sexual needs, but I didn’t have to broadcast these things and make my poor parents uncomfortable. Hence, I was hiding my sex toys. Ugh, I really should find a place of my own and move out.
I found the curved wand, unwrapped it, and laid it on top of the covers. The toy was thin but long, with a large bulb at the tip that vibrated. It was my favorite when I felt achy in the deepest places, which had been happening more often lately. Lying on my back, I closed my eyes and gave my half-hard cock a couple of strokes.
I made myself forget where I was and who slept only a couple of doors down the hall. Instead, I thought of Theodore Frey, the most powerful alpha in the whole freaking mountains. Frey hadto duck his head walking through doors. To have him hold me, to feel the warmth radiating from his wide torso…
What if Frey lay on top of me, pressing me into the mattress? I recalled how his round shoulders looked in the checkered shirt he’d worn at the pub. For a few seconds, he had caught my gaze, and maybe I’d imagined it, but I’m sure there had been heat in his eyes. It was my fantasy, so I decided he was suppressing his desire for me when he clenched those large hands into fists. How would his hand feel palming my belly? A possessive touch right over where my womb nestled.
“All of this is mine, Oliver. Everything.”
“Uh-huh. Please.”
“You’ve saved yourself for me, haven’t you?”
“Nobody’s ever touched me but you. I’ve always been yours, Frey.”
“That means I can do whatever I want with you. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Take me. Devirginize me.”
“I’ll fuck you until I come right in here and breed you.”
“Please.”
Frey spreads my legs and pushes his cock into me. The bulging cockhead sends a wave of tingles through my guts. He’s rough, and it hurts because it’s my first time. But then the tip slides over my gland, sending sparks through my middle. My womb aches to be filled, and I beg him.
“Shh. Soon, omega. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry.”
“Breed me, please. Please!”
Twisting my arm, I struggled to shove the toy in harder. My fantasies have changed over the years. The Frey in my dreams used to be a gentle, careful lover, coaxing me and teaching me. But later, when my body matured and my libido grew, my fantasy lover turned impatient and rough.
I angled the wand to pull on my rim, then pressed it against my gland. More. Harder. I bit the pillow when the vibrating tip reached the mouth to my womb.
The orgasm was immediate. I pressed on the handle to add a twinge of pain. There.
Breed me, please, Frey. Deeper. Impregnate me.
It was too intense; the toy massaged the most sensitive spot so aggressively I twitched all over. But I needed it. In my fantasy, Frey breached the closed gate and poured his cum into me, and it hurt, but I was so grateful and happy to be finally his.
The short climax abated, and I turned the toy off. I left the bulb inside me, my body slumped on the bed. My cum cooled on my stomach.
Ugh. What had I been thinking?Devirginize me? Impregnate me?
Grimacing, I purged the cringy sex talk from my head as I rinsed the toy, wiped myself clean, and dragged my pajamas on. Now that I had taken the edge off, the familiar gloom crept in. Even the narrow bed I barely fit into anymore felt too big and empty.
No matter how independent I managed to act, I wasn’t built to be alone. I ached for my alpha with every cell of my body. How much longer would I have to wait?
Calvin and I had made plans to go for a walk in the forest on Sunday, but it rained for the entire afternoon. We sat in their living room drinking tea while Barclay worked on something in the shed.
“He thinks once the baby is born, he won’t get anything done,” Calvin grumbled. It was their first kid, and understandably, Barclay was all over the place.
“Well, you will be busier.”
