Page 17 of Honeythorn
It gave Milan hope.
Naked, Raphael was even more beautiful than Milan could have thought. A stereotypical Alpha through and through. Hard planes, pale skin soft where dark hair didn’t cover, thighs thick and strong between Milan’s splayed ones. His stiff cock made Milan blush, with its length and width. Even worse, it made Milan leak.
Raphael’s eyes were impossibly dark. “I can smell you,” he said roughly, and it was stunning how easily Milan’s legs parted further as a finger brushed against his wet hole.
Milan had done that to himself many times, of course. Stuffed his fingers desperately there, or an object that resembled an Alpha’s cock. But this, such a slight contact, was something completely different. It was his husband, his Alpha, their scent heavy with sex around them.
Milan let out a choked cry, more anticipation than pleasure, undulating his body to get closer to that curious finger even as he grasped Raphael’s hair and pulled him down. Milan pressed the flat of his tongue against the scent gland in Raphael’s neck desperately.
“And I, you,” he whispered across Raphael’s ear.
To Milan’s surprise, the move caused Raphael to tense all over before pulling away abruptly. Milan startled, dropping his hand. Raphael did not leave the bed, but it seemed to be a near thing as he leaned away from Milan, hand pressed against his scent gland. His eyes were squeezed shut as if warding something away.
“Raphael?” Milan questioned softly. His heart was pounding for an entirely different reason now. The vulnerability of his naked body no longer seemed as pleasurable as it had moments before.
Finally, Raphael opened his eyes with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry. I’m…”
Milan propped himself on his elbows, frowning in concern. “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”
Raphael shook his head again. “No. No. I’m just…sensitive there.”
Milan looked at him carefully. Raphael still looked aroused. Perhaps the intimacy of that touch had overwhelmed his normally rigid barriers, his need for control.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be careful. Do you want to take a moment? Or…?”
“No. No, I just—it’s fine.” Raphael removed the hand on his neck and leaned down again to kiss Milan very softly.
“If I do something you don’t like, tell me.” Milan echoed the words from before as they parted.
At that, the shadow that had been cast over Raphael’s eyes seemed to finally lift as a small smile graced his lips before kissing Milan again. Milan let himself drop down to the bed, hands cautious as they brushed up Raphael’s arms, his shoulders, his back.
The kiss was slow, deep, stoking the fire so that it grew again. When two of Raphael’s fingers touched Milan’s wet hole, any remaining concern was swiftly burnt away.
Milan made a soft, pleading noise, his hand rising to anchor itself on Raphael’s bicep. Raphael paused, but when it became clear that Milan was overwhelmed by lust, not fear, he pushed a finger in.
As an Omega, after all the twice-yearly heats he’d had since puberty, one finger should have been nothing. A mere prelude, something to skip over quickly. And yet, just that simple touch had Milan’s breath hitching. It wasn’t that Raphael’s finger was large—although it was—or that he was careful but confident—which he was—but that this was the man that he would spend the rest of his life with, inside Milan for the first time. This was the man he would bond his soul to. It was whom he would grow old with—whom his life would depend on.
Why this, and not their first kiss, or the sight of their naked skin together, Milan didn’t know. But it was then that everything crashed onto him.
Milan sat up slightly, squeezing Raphael’s bicep tightly. Raphael looked up suddenly from where his finger had disappeared into Milan’s body. He seemed startled by Milan’s unexpected reaction, and they both froze there, staring at each other before a soft, pleading sound left Milan’s mouth.
“Raphael…” He had nothing more to say, but he had to know: Was he making the right decision? Would this man use his power as Alpha to crush the spirit Milan was about to give him willingly?
With a finger still inside Milan, Raphael leaned forwards so that Milan lay back, still holding on to Raphael’s arm.
“You’re all right,” Raphael whispered as if he would make sure of it.
Milan bit his lip before letting himself ask, “You won’t…I’m safe with you?”
Raphael’s expression crumpled, eyes closing as if the question had been a lance through his chest. When he opened his eyes again, they were in turmoil, but his answer was strong.
“Yes.”
Milan felt himself relax. He let go of Raphael’s arm to stroke his fingers down the slightly stubbled cheek before moving his body slightly, clenching around the finger inside him. “More.”
Raphael took a quick breath before kissing Milan again, and then there were two fingers inside him. Milan moaned against the tongue lapping at his mouth, his body moving without thought so that the digits slid in and out of him. The wet sound of them was obscene, but even that disappeared completely when Raphael added one more finger, stretching him out, rubbing incessantly at the spot inside that made him arch his neck and tug at the sheets desperately for more. All he could hear were the sounds he was making, their panting breaths, the way his mouth begged without him.
Milan cried out and opened his eyes as the fingers were removed from inside him, but the sight of Raphael stopped him from protesting. At last, his expression had cracked open, his eyes dark and wild like the sea storms that ravaged the South. Milan had never seen lips so red, or an expression so conquered by desire. It made the air in his chest stop completely, even as he became dizzy with the need to breathe.
