Page 51 of His Reward
I rolled forward and onto my side on the bed, taking Lucien with me. I loved the feeling of my knot swollen large inside him, trapping our bodies together. I wrapped my legs around his and my arms around his chest to keep us joined as tightly as possible and continued to jerk into him specifically so I could provoke as many aftershock orgasms in him as possible. He groaned with them, like they were too much and exactly what he wanted at the same time.
“You are mine,” I growled against his mangled ear as I pumped a few more times, until he was crying with the pleasure of continuous orgasms. “I own you. Your body is mine to use as I please.”
Lucien moaned, his body loose with complete surrender. It was amazing.
I couldn’t keep it up for long. I was exhausted, and after a minute or so, all I wanted to do was lie there with my omega inmy arms, my knot still filling him. We couldn’t just check out, though. Not when we had things we needed to talk about.
“Yes,” I said as soon as I could breathe normally again. “Your father offered me money way back at the beginning to play out the story he wanted to spin for himself.” Lucien made a sound and tried to squirm, but I tightened my hold around him. “We both know your father is a self-serving jerk who wants his own way in everything, but I thought you knew I wasn’t like that at all.”
Lucien stopped squirming. He was perfectly still for a moment before turning his face to look up over his shoulder at me. “I know,” he said, his voice small and fraught.
“Do you?” I asked, pressing my cock deeper into him.
He moaned but didn’t have another orgasm. “I do,” he said, panting.
“What was I supposed to do?” I asked, probably a little harsher than I needed to, but Lucien’s heat had me in full alpha mode. “The bastard offered me everything I already wanted and needed. Was I supposed to walk away from you just because he wanted to give me money? Money I didnotaccept, like I said.”
“No,” Lucien groaned and turned his face back into the bed again.
I reached around and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me again. Oddly enough, he relaxed and smiled at me.
“I love it when you do that, you know,” he said.
Some of the worry I’d trapped inside me released. “Do what?” I asked, grinning back.
“Force me,” he said, more of his old sub sparkle coming back to his eyes. “Use me. Get me out of my head.”
My smile widened. “I don’t want you getting lost in there,” I said, disappointed that I could feel my knot going down already. Then again, this was only the first wave of what could be a three-day fuck-fest.
“I don’t want to get lost either,” Lucien sighed. “But it feels like everything has changed, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“You don’t have to do anything about it,” I said, letting go of his jaw and stroking his side instead, his scarred side.
If Lucien noticed how I was touching him, that I was stroking the roughness of his scars, he didn’t let on. “I have to do something about it if I’m going to show my father that I’m more than just his puppet who he can live vicariously through.”
“Do you really think I’m only with you because of him?” I asked, keeping my body flush against his, even though I slipped out of him.
“No,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “I…I’m sorry I entertained the idea even for a second.”
“Your father is a master manipulator,” I said. “Even the best of us fall for shit like that sometimes. Especially when the nasty things they say confirm some sort of deep fear we’re holding onto?” I arched one eyebrow with the question.
Lucien let out a breath and sagged into the bed. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe you still want me,” he confessed.
“Why?” I asked. “Because of some scar tissue?” When he peeked up over his shoulder at me, I huffed a laugh and went on with, “You realize those scars remind me of how I saved you,” I said with a sly grin. “Every time I see them, I remember that you might have died in that fire if I hadn’t rushed in, like the massive, handsome hero I am, and snagged you from the jaws of Death.”
Lucien laughed weakly, pressing his face back into the covers for a moment. “There were a couple days at the beginning when I wished you hadn’t saved me,” he said. “The pain was that bad. And I don’t care how many pep talks or reassurances you give me, it’s still really hard to look in the mirror sometimes.”
“I know, baby,” I said, stroking his side and leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “I wish there was something I could do about it.”
“There isn’t,” Lucien sighed. He then smiled and added, “But this is nice.”
I laughed and kissed his neck and shoulder. He tried to twist even more so I could kiss his lips, but his mobility really was limited on that side.
When he gasped, I thought it was because he’d somehow pulled something or his scars were hurting, but then I noticed how hot he’d become and how my entire groin was suddenly doused in a fresh flood of slick.
“It’s another wave,” he said, desperation deepening his voice. “Boston, I need you.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I said, shifting so we could go again. “I’ll always have you.”
