Page 26 of I Replaced His Husband
"It does what?"
His patience was wearing thin, but there was something lighter in the air. A shift. Was he… kind of amused?
"Say it out loud," I whispered.
"My pretty hole needs your attention," he said, low, raspy, unexpectedly seductive. The way he looked up at me from under his lashes…
That did it. I stepped to the bed and sat beside him.
"Sit up for a sec," I said softly.
Kay looked uncertain but obeyed. Locking my eyes on him, I pulled his T-shirt over his head. When he started to lie back down, I stopped him. I moved in closer and wrapped my arms around him.
With him, I could read energy like never before. And when our skin touched, the read was even stronger. I knew now. My goofy dirty talk didn’t faze him; it was the affection that did; my hug. He went stiff in my arms, his arms falling limp at his sides.
Still calm, I tilted my head and kissed his jaw, his neck, soft, and slow. My hands slid down his side, fingers brushing over a swollen nipple. He gasped when I pinched it lightly.
"Mmm… such a perfect nipple," I murmured, lowering my lips to the curve of his neck and sucking gently at his gland, but my thumb kept nudging at his hard nub.
Kay moaned. The urge to bite flared up in me, but I held back and just gave him a teasing nip. He shivered, letting out such a sweet sound I almost came untouched.
I couldn’t wait anymore. My dick was staging a full-blown mutiny. I pushed Kay onto the bed and tugged down his pants. No surprise, he was already fully hard.
"Such a horny little omega," I said, kissing the tip of his cock.
"I’m not little," he grumbled, pouting a little.
"Okay, true, such a horny tall omega."
He didn’t respond, just made a soft, grumbling sound. Honestly, it was kind of cute.
I lingered for a few seconds, drinking in the sight of him before lying on top of him, full weight pressed against him. Hishead was once again turned aside, so I latched onto his gland again, elbows angled out, hands still on his nipples. And after maybe two minutes of that touch alone, he came, warm cum splashing against my side as he let out a cry, now with his head tipping back.
That was one. The first orgasm.
Then I sucked him off, trying again with deep-throating, determined to improve. I was rewarded pretty quickly, as he came again, and it tasted amazing, which kept baffling me. I swallowed everything while Kay watched me, wide-eyed. He obviously loved receiving blowjobs. His dick refused to go soft, even as I gently licked around the head.
Finally, it was time to fuck him. I was on the verge of losing it in my pants. I picked the position that let me grind against his prostate with every thrust, the quickest way to make him come again.
After the third orgasm, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and drove into him deep enough to make him grunt. His face was flushed, pink and… perfect. The angle was just right, pulling even more sweet moans and messy releases out of him.
And what really got to me was how, in that haze of pleasure, he finally started to let go. He wasn’t stiff anymore. His eyes were closed, his body loose, breathy moans and soft groans pouring out freely. He was sweating, his arms tossed behind his head, his expression wide open, submissive, hungry, lost in abandon.
By the time we finished, it was almost 11:30 pm. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I needed a shower, bad. As I lifted my head off his shoulder to breathe and shift to the side, I accidentally knocked against the edge of his nest. Some of it tumbled to the floor.
"Shit, I’m sorry," I mumbled, staring at the pile of pillows and scarves scattered on the carpet. "I didn’t mean to mess up your nest."
I didn’t dare touch it, or try to fix it. That would’ve crossed a major line. Alphas weren’t supposed to interfere with nesting, everyone knew that. But what happened next was way more intense than I had expected.
A strange wave of energy filled the room, and I actually trembled from it. Kay was the source, and it was thick with pain and anger. He didn’t even glance at the mess. Instead, he kicked the base of the nest, scattering it even more, and growled,
"Fuck this useless nest."
Hearing that, so full of bitterness and hurt, was like an icicle to the heart. My alpha instincts recoiled. Nesting was sacred to omegas, deeply intimate. Hating your own nest like that? It meant something was seriously wrong.
I sat there frozen. He noticed my shocked face and grimaced, then in one move he rolled to the side, clearly not willing to talk. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t say anything about it, it wasforbidden. Only bonded mates or close friends had the right to talk about nesting with an omega.
Still, it hurt like hell to see him that way, cut off from something so integral to who he was.
