Page 14 of His Prize
“Good,” my prince said, shifting the way he held me so he could run his hands over my hot and tingling body. “Because I don’t want to stop either. You’re so sweet and perfect to play with. You make me so hard.”
He proved that by jerking his once again hard cock against the small of my back.
I caught my breath as my next heat wave roared into me. I tried to breathe it away so we might have time for him to whip or flog me some more, but once an omega’s heat wave started, it ran the show.
“Please, please,” I panted as a fresh fountain of slick started to leak from me. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Force me. I need…I need….”
“I know, sweetheart,” my prince said, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.
I struggled a little, but my heart wasn’t really in the scene anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted, only what I deserved, and it wasn’t this…this tenderness.
There was more to it than that, though. As my prince set me down on my back on the bed then spread his large, heavy body over me, my soul practically sang. Everything felt so right, from his weight above me to the way he nudged my legs open so he could fit himself between them. His every touch as he stroked my heat-inflamed body felt like sunshine, and when he kissed me—not brutally, not to punish me—I swear, I felt my heart expand beyond the constraints of my body.
He was an amazing kisser, and I drank that subtle praise in like it was nectar. He definitely had control of the kiss, and it was encompassing and delicious. I wanted that affection so badly that I threw my arms around him and dug my fingertips into the firm muscle of his back like I would never let go.
“Precious omega,” he breathed against my cheek as he adjusted himself to push deeply into my heat-desperate body.
The sound of pleasure he made actually made me come. The whisper of his breath against my ear would have made me come anyhow at that point, I was so wrapped up in the moment.
“Good boy,” he groaned, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. “You’re so, so good.”
I wasn’t. I was trash. I’d never been able to make a relationship work, I got my jollies from being beaten and force-fucked, and I had made a stupid mistake that could have cost hundreds of people their lives.
But as my prince’s body invaded mine, as his alpha scent surrounded me and his mouth captured mine again in a searing kiss, I felt beautiful and light again. I wasn’t a failure, I was his, his boy, his lover.
Hard on the heels of those thoughts, and without any forewarning, the head of his cock pushed right through the tight resistance of my womb. It took me completely by surprise, and I cried out loud enough to hurt my lungs as the breeding orgasm started.
Omegas only rarely had breeding orgasms. I’d only had a handful before with my previous boyfriend, nearly ten years ago. They only happened when an alpha and omega were deeply compatible. They didn’t always lead to conception, so the name wasn’t entirely accurate, but often they did.
There was no way to describe a breeding orgasm. It was like a supernova in the core of your being that flooded you with indescribable pleasure. I felt like I was on fire with pure, white flames of love and affection. I could tell my prince felt it, too, as his breathing turned ragged and vocal and his thrusts became merciless. His knot had flared the instant his cockhead breached my womb, and instinct had taken over for both of us.
My prince jerked frantically, jostling my body and causing even more mind-bending pleasure with the friction and movement. It felt like gallons of his seed were filling me, distending my stomach and making me scream and cry with joy.
And then came the moment when all of my control snapped and I let go and gave everything to him entirely. I went from being tense and brittle to completely liquid in surrender. I was nothing but a vessel for his seed and an instrument for his pleasure, and it felt like the stars had aligned and everything would be alright. It was one hundred percent pure bliss.
And it was over far too soon.
My prince groaned in satisfaction as our orgasms began to subside. I could feel his contentment and how pleased he was with me as he rolled to his back, taking me with him until I was spread on top of him, still skewered on his massive cock, his knot locking us together.
“Wow,” he gasped, panting. “I’ve had my fair share of breeding orgasms, but that was just…wow!”
For all of three seconds, I smiled and my omega soared with happiness. I’d pleased my alpha and made him happy.
Then I crashed.
Hard.
“No,” I sobbed, hiding my face against his chest as all energy left me. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to feel this good.”
I dissolved into tears, unable to finish my thought. I was miserable, utterly wretched, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
“Hey, hey,” my prince said in a soothing voice, stroking my back. “It’s okay. You’re alright. I’m going to take care of you.”
“No!” I struggled, but there was no way I could get away from him while we were knotted. “You can’t. I don’t deserve?—”
“Shh….” He pressed a warm finger to my lips, silencing my protests. “I know, baby,” he said, shifting us to our sides and settling me comfortably against him. “I know.”
“No, you don’t,” I wailed.
