Page 35 of His Gift
There was more where that came from, literally and figuratively. Enzo shocked the sunshine out of me when he scrambled to straddle my hips and momentarily flagging erection. He spread his knees wide and shifted back and forth over my groin, drenching it in his slick, like he was claiming me as his the same way as I’d marked him with my cum. I loved it and grabbed his hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“Mine,” I growled. “You are mine, omega. Take me inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” Enzo groaned with joy.
The “Master” thing shocked me into another level of surreal pleasure, but if I had any reservations about the dynamic Enzo had set up between us, even though we weren’t specifically in any sort of scene, that was blasted straight out of my head when Enzo swiftly, grabbed my cock, held it the way he wanted it, then lowered himself heavily onto it.
I jerked hard up into him as soon as I had passed the tightness of his opening. Enzo cried out loud enough to shatter glass and bore down hard on me. He leaned forward, grabbing my shoulders, to change the angle and make it better, and the two of us went half mad mating.
His channel felt so good. He was hot and tight, but dripping wet at the same time. I used muscles I didn’t know I had to pound harder and harder into him, grunting with pleasure as the tip of my cock started to beat against the closed entrance to his womb. That thumping sent lightning bolts of pleasure through me on its own, but the obsessive, desperate thought that I needed to get there, that I needed to be lodged in the most sacred part of him, overwhelmed me.
And then it happened. Enzo screamed as his womb entrance softened just enough for me to punch through. As soon as my tip was inside, his womb clamped greedily around me, trapping me there as the floodgates of my orgasm opened. My knot swelled almost painfully fast, and the two of us jerked and strained frantically over and over, as pleasure melted our brains and fused us into one.
I’d never experienced anything like it, and I knew I would never be the same again. My balls practically ached with the need to spill everything into him, until his belly was round with my child.
I didn’t question my need to impregnate my omega until the power of our shared breeding orgasm began to subside. Enzo had lost every bit of his strength and lay sprawled over me, myknot still firmly locking us together. He was completely limp, breathing heavily, utterly spent. I loved it. I adored the feeling of his body serving as my blanket and the center of my pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him, and even though I wasn’t anywhere near to being able to form words, I grunted with pride and swept my hands over his back and sides as a sign of my approval.
The way I petted Enzo caused him to shudder through several aftershock orgasms. They didn’t seem to be causing him distress, though, so I kept going. I was so proud of my omega. He was so brave in the face of so many challenges.
Once my knot went down, I slipped out of him and shifted to my side. Enzo stayed wrapped around me, his face buried against my shoulder. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face and continued to caress every part of his body that I could reach.
Until he moaned, “I’m so sorry.”
My eyebrows shot up and I went still. “Sorry?” I asked incredulously. “What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”
Enzo slowly dragged his face away from my chest and looked mournfully up at me. “For calling you and ruining your day. You probably have a lot of important things to do. For that Christmas Eve supper especially.”
I almost wanted to laugh. “Enzo,” I said as gently as possible, “none of that means anything compared to you. I’m so glad you called me.”
“But I’m nothing, no one,” he said, his face flushing, but not with heat. “You’re this big, fancy, powerful alpha, and I’m?—”
“Shh,” I stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me right now.”
His eyes, which were already large and luminous, seemed to go even bigger and fill with tears. “I shouldn’t have called you. I should have just let Mr. Tindall?—”
I stopped him by shoving two fingers into his mouth. I had no idea where that instinct came from, but Enzo went completely liquid and looked at me with adoration when I did.
“No,” I said. “Never. Not him, not any other alpha. You belong to me now.”
Again, my instincts were working overtime. The more sensible part of me, the part of me I’d always thought I was, could hardly believe it.
Enzo made a sound like he wanted to say something, so I pulled my fingers out of his mouth. He sucked on them as I did, which had my cock thickening again, but let them go. “I’m sorry for causing all this trouble,” he said with a sheepish look.
“It’s not any trouble, sweetheart,” I said, stroking his hair. I could already feel him getting hot again. But there usually wasn’t a lot of time between heat waves during an omega’s first day of heat, and now that he felt safe, his inner omega would likely let go and throw himself into heat. “I want to be here. I want to help you and be with you. As I said before, I want you to come work for me, too, starting with the Christmas Eve supper, but extending to other things as well.”
“I don’t have a college degree,” he said, looking down. “I only have retail experience.”
“You have life experience,” I insisted. “We can figure everything else out from there.”
“I don’t feel like I deserve it,” he admitted. “Stuff like this doesn’t happen to guys like me.”
“It does now,” I insisted. “I don’t know what forces brought us together or why we work so well together, but now that I have you, I don’t want to let you go.”
Enzo smirked, but I noticed his breathing was getting shorter as the next wave began. “The Dark Fantasies Club brought us together,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m not a member of the Dark Fantasies Club.”
Enzo blinked. “What? But the auction. How did we end up paired for the auction if you’re not even a member?”
