Page 38 of His Gift
“Yeah, it is,” I said with a wince, both because the next wave was about to swallow me and because he wasn’t really gettingthe point yet. “But that’s how things operate with working-class people. I came from trash who does things a certain way. I’m going to be stuck in that strata of society for the rest of my life. No college degree means no chance for a better life. The best I can hope for is?—”
“I’m stopping you right there,” Shawn said, pressing his fingers to my lips again. God, I loved it when he did that! “Just because you had the misfortune of being sired by a man I wouldn’t hire to scrub my parking space doesn’t mean you’re doomed to a life of misery. Your papa sounds like he was a good man who did his best but had everything set against him.”
“Papa was the best,” I said, suddenly emotional. Emotional and horny. It was a dangerous combination.
“I don’t care about any of that,” Shawn went on. “Class and income and status mean nothing to me.”
“Says the wealthy alpha who just walks into the penthouse suite of Norwalk’s fanciest hotel,” I panted, fighting like mad to finish the conversation before the next wave took over. I was already involuntarily rubbing my erection against Shawn’s hip and leaking slick from my sore and gaping hole.
Shawn shook his head, and I could tell from his controlled breathing that he could feel the effects of my wave, too. “It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, alpha savagery fighting for the upper hand against his innate kindness. “You’re brilliantly intelligent, I can tell. The ideas you had about the Christmas Eve supper are spot-on. I was serious when I said I want you to come work for me. I stand by that, and since I’m the boss, I get whatever I want.”
I couldn’t tell if he’d said those words in that way, with brutal authority, on purpose to make me weak in the knees, but it worked. As desperately as I wanted to argue him into staying away from me, once my heat was done, because I wasn’t even inthe same universe of worthiness as he was, biology had me in its grip.
“Oh, God!” I groaned, writhing against him and gripping onto his arms tightly. “This is going to be a big one, I can feel it. Help?”
I don’t know why my plea came out as a question. I felt like I needed to ask permission for the glorious sensations I knew he was about to give me. I knew how good it was about to be, and I still didn’t think I deserved it.
“I’ve got you,” Shawn said, rolling with me so that I was on the bottom.
Those were the words he’d said to me all along, as every heat wave hit. They were becoming a prayer and a mantra for me. My alpha had me. He had me in every way and could have me however he wanted.
Although something grasping and dark inside me wanted him to take me in a very specific way.
“I need you,” I gasped, wriggling under him until I had turned to my stomach. “Fuck me hard. Breed me.”
When Shawn shifted back, I quickly scrambled into the traditional omega mating pose. I loved that pose. It said so much with just body language. I pushed my hips up, knees spread wide, thighs parted so my slick and all of his cum from earlier could ooze out over my thighs, drenching my balls, and making me look and feel like I existed for the sole purpose of giving an alpha pleasure. I pressed my head and shoulders down into the mattress, arms laying limply at my sides in a sign I wouldn’t fight whatever he wanted to do to me. I was just a hole for him to fill and a womb that was hungry for his seed.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Shawn growled, sliding his hands up my messy thighs. He grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart to expose my hole even more. A fresh gush of slickescaped me along with a plaintive moan. “I’ve never known an omega so eager for my cock.”
“Yes,” I moaned, nearly weeping. His cock was all I wanted. I lived to be a vessel for him.
I cried out when he brought his face to my hole and licked away slick from my balls and taint. I wept and nearly lost my mind when he raked his tongue over my sore, used entrance. It took every ounce of willpower I had to just lie there and let him enjoy me the way he wanted to. Just his tongue repeatedly pushing past the sore muscle of my ring had me clenching with orgasms over and over. But it was all just teasing, as far as I was concerned.
“Fuck me, Master!” I gasped. “Breed me. I’m yours. Put your seed in me.”
I was hardly aware of what I was saying. I was out of control with lust, and I loved it.
Shawn loved it, too. He made sounds that had me whimpering and arching my hips up to him as he straightened and took up his place behind me. I moaned when he guided his tip to my gaping entrance, then cried out as he shoved home hard. That was his alpha taking over, the demanding master who wanted his omega to submit and open to him all the way. I was more than happy to be that omega, because the pleasure was unbelievable.
“Mine,” Shawn grunted as he sank deep, then curled over me. “My omega, mine.”
He gripped my hip with one hand and clamped the other over the back of my neck as he pounded ferociously into me. Everything clicked into glorious, subby place inside of me, and I gave up every last ounce of resistance to him and just let him have me. The pleasure that came with that was astounding. I felt like I was being turned inside out with it as every part of me focused on one thing and one thing only.
I gasped and promptly lost the ability to breathe as the head of his cock pushed through my womb’s conquered opening. He cried out and pumped harder as his knot formed and his seed began to spill. The entrance to my womb clamped around him, and we were doubly trapped together as his essence filled me, bathing the deepest part of my core.
And then it happened. I’d always thought people were joking when they said an omega could feel the moment of conception. I’d begged Shawn to breed me, positioned myself for it, and surrendered to it. But I didn’t actually expect it to happen. My entire world burst with white-hot pleasure, and I think my reality turned inside out for a second.
When I groaned my way back to blissful awareness, Shawn was still knotted in me as he slumped over me, catching his breath in post-orgasmic bliss. I was still rocking with dry, aftershock orgasms that felt like someone had attached electrodes to my cock and balls and was sending periodic bursts of intense pleasure through them. And there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that I was pregnant with Shawn’s baby.
“Oh, no!” I groaned, my mind and heart scattered to the winds, even as my body tried to wring more aftershock orgasms from my alpha. “No, it can’t happen, it can’t!”
Shawn grunted questioningly, then gently flopped to his side. Since the deed was already done and his baby already grew inside me, his knot went down faster than usual. I took the opportunity to scramble away from him, then to twist to face him, hugging myself and breathing frantically.
“I swear, I didn’t try to make it happen,” I insisted, panic taking over as my body cooled fast and twinges of aversion to touch hit me. “I swear.”
“What happened?” Shawn asked, still bleary and grinning with alpha satisfaction. He would figure out in a second why that satisfaction felt so deep to him.
“I didn’t try,” I repeated. “I’m not trying to entrap you or anything. I…I got caught up in everything. I wanted it so badly, but that was just my omega and my heat talking. I shouldn’t have…I didn’t know…if I could have stopped it….”
