Page 15 of His Reward
Boston muscled himself up from the chaise, taking me with him. I was way too subby after the breeding orgasm to fight him, even to pretend. I only moaned as he carried me into the bedroom, then threw me over the bed face down.
“I paid twenty-one million to fill that womb of yours with a baby,” he said, leaving me on the bed for a second and fetching something, a crop, from the bureau. “I intend to make my investment pay.”
Boston was as good with the crop as he was with the flogger. He smacked it over my thighs and ass as I knelt shakily on all fours across the foot of the bed. I could tell he was going a little bit easy on me, but the punishment did exactly what it was supposed to do.
“Oh, God!” I gasped as another heat wave swamped me.
“That’s my omega,” Boston rumbled as he peppered my backside with more blows. “What is Daddy going to say when he knows punishments make you horny?”
I groaned as my arms gave out and my upper body slumped to the bed, leaving my hips elevated in the omega mating pose. Honestly, I’d never, ever thought about my father whenI’d played before. It had never dawned on me to heighten my fantasies by wondering what he would think. But I loved the idea that he would be disgusted by me. I loved the possibility that he would think I was so bent that he would shove me aside and?—
That thought was cut short as Boston grabbed my hips and shoved mercilessly into me, like he couldn’t help himself. God, I loved it! Face down, ass up as an alpha rearranged my insides. No, not any alpha, Boston.Myalpha. I went completely limp, losing myself in the way he filled me. I was his, his omega, his womb to fill.His. Only Boston could soothe the soul-deep ache that consumed me.
Once again, he punched right through the entrance to my womb with a shout and started to pump me full of his seed. My body shuddered into orgasm in response and I cried out over and over in time to his thrusts, mindless as pleasure turned my whole existence into light.
Yes. I wanted this. I wanted his baby in me. I wanted him to force me to carry his child. My body wanted it and my soul wanted it. Fuck skating, I was born to be a papa. Papa to Boston’s babies. I prayed for it as my soul turned inside out with pleasure. I hoped to God Boston had forgotten the spermicide or that his seed and my need were more powerful than any chemical. I wanted to belong fully to Boston, more than anything else.
Slowly, the pleasure began to subside. I found myself lying on my side in Boston’s arms, his entire body wrapped protectively around me. We were both hot, sweaty, and out of breath. His knot filled me to the point of pain, but it also brought aftershock orgasms every time he moved, even just a little. My moans of pleasure turned into purrs as exhaustion took over.
“That was amazing,” Boston panted, holding me tighter. “You’re incredible.”
I hummed, but couldn’t form words. I wanted to tell Boston that he was the incredible one.
A few minutes later, when we were both close to breathing normally, Boston asked, “Do you think you can sleep for a while? We’ve been going at it pretty hardcore for more than twelve hours. We really should rest. And eat.”
I nodded and immediately let myself go toward sleep.
Before I fell asleep completely, though, my eyes snapped open.
Babies? I wanted babies more than I wanted to skate? No, I didn’t! I’d spent my entire life working toward a gold medal in the Winter Games. What the hell was I thinking, being ready to give it all up for a few welts on my back and a breeding orgasm?
“You okay?” Boston asked groggily. His knot had gone down and he’d slipped out of me, but he still held me close and must have felt me tense.
“Yeah,” I said, laughing weakly and shaking my head. I twisted, wincing with pain as I did, and adjusted to sleep in his arms facing him. “Heat is just fucking with my head is all.”
Boston chuckled warmly. “I thought fucking with you was my job.”
I grinned and snuggled against his broad, hairy chest. “It is,” I mumbled as the weight of sleep pushed down on me. “Definitely your job. Forever.”
I was too far gone with sleep to really think about those words, but I definitely felt them.
CHAPTER SIX
Boston
Best three days of my life, hands down. The auction event was only supposed to last twenty-four hours, but as soon as I called down to the front desk the morning after Lucien’s first round of heat waves, while he was sleeping, to inform them Lucien had gone into heat, the lodge extended my reservation for as long as Lucien’s heat lasted.
“You aren’t the only couple to run into this,” Caden Kuhl told me when I spoke briefly to him, after making arrangements with the lodge’s staff. “A few other omegas have gone into heat, too. This is why we have Kincade Slopes booked for the whole week. So don’t feel you have to rush through anything to protect anyone’s anonymity. I’ll have Lucien’s belongings brought to your suite sometime today.”
The DFC took care of everything. That was why I felt fine putting my trust, and more importantly, Lucien’s trust, in them. A bag with Lucien’s clothes, keys, wallet, and phone were dropped off at the suite while Lucien was sleeping off aparticularly brutal, and fun, wave on the second day along with a note that his car had been moved to the lodge’s parking lot.
Everything was taken care of so that I could take care of Lucien. Once we set all our worries and concerns aside, he really needed taking care of. In every sense of the word.
“Tight enough for you, omega?” I taunted him as I adjusted the ropes that had him contorted in a position that had him sweating and panting with exertion as he lay balanced against the St. Andrew’s Cross.
The suite didn’t have any hooks in the ceiling strong enough to hold his weight, so I’d had to make do with what I had by restraining him to the cross. I’d moved the cross in front of the massive picture windows for extra effect, too. Lucien looked beautiful framed against the mountain vista.
Lucien breathed heavily and trembled slightly in his painful pose, all while his pretty, omega cock stood out in front of him and his hole dripped slick onto the cross’s black leather. He let out a moan that told me another heat wave had just crashed into him.
