Heath’s inner alpha loved seeing Adrien reduced to a slick-gushing,
asshole-gaping, mouth-drooling, cum-greedy omega in heat, all other trace of his humanity and personality stripped away in his desperate need for Heath’s knot. But the sympathetic man in him wanted Adrien to enjoy it, too. To love being fucked and filled. To open himself to the sexual delights on offer to him as an omega, the pleasures he could enjoy for the rest of his life.
Heath dug his fingers in harder, holding onto Adrien’s hips as the boy came yet again. The scent of his jizz rose to Heath’s sensitive nose. He thrust firmly as Adrien’s cries rose and fell, crescendos of pleasure again and again.
Adrien suddenly went still, taking Heath’s thrusts with a tension that Heath recognized as the ultimate heat orgasm rising. The climactic gratification that would rip Adrien’s soul open and leave him in a state of shock while Heath knotted him.
Sure enough, Adrien screamed—the terror of pleasure sounding every bit as scary as any other overwhelming thing—and then his whole body seized.
His asshole spasmed around Heath in rhythm with his cries and convulsions, his body erupted in goosebumps, and his heartbeat thrummed visibly in his temples and throat.
Heath shoved in deep and held on tight as his own orgasm throttled him.
He rode it out, spurting into Adrien’s womb and biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. He held still as the intense initial phase of his orgasm passed. Then the second phase began. He groaned, shifting as his cock expanded, the base ballooning with blood, knotting him into Adrien’s asshole, holding them together, and trapping them in place.
Adrien crumpled to the hard floor in a glassy-eyed daze, his cock spurting small amounts of cum with each twitch of his body. Heath collapsed onto his back, his cock similarly sending out brief jets of semen in response to Adrien’s hole convulsively gripping his substantial and still-growing knot.
“Oh my God,” Adrien finally whispered, when Heath was fully enlarged inside him. The tight-fitting channel around his knot pulsed with Adrien’s heartbeat. Heath wrapped his arms around Adrien’s smaller body and clung to him like a raft as the knotting phase persisted.
The pleasure came in waves, a fast tide of orgasms that left his legs numb and his balls aching. Heath chuckled into Adrien’s sweat-damp hair. It was only the first knot of the heat; what pleasure was still ahead for them. Adrien lay beneath him, still and quiet, his legs twitching from time to time and his cock sending out a small gush occasionally. His breath came in shallow,
panicked gasps, and his body felt tight as a spring in Heath’s arms.
Dragging himself out of his knotting-stupor, Heath said, “Just breathe.
This lasts a long time. Enjoy it.”
“How?” Adrien whispered.
“Isn’t my knot pressing your prostate?”
“Yes, sir,” Adrien agreed.
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“It does…but, I’m scared, sir.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“I’m…”Adrien cleared his throat and then gasped as a bolt of pleasure seemed to distract him for a moment. “I feel trapped,” he finally said. “It scares me that I’m stuck here.”
Heath kissed the back of the boy’s neck, cuddling him to try to calm him down. “This is just the start, little one. When it’s all said and done, I’ll knot you like this upward of fifteen times. Trust me. You’re safe. Relax and enjoy this connection with the father of your child.”
Adrien shivered against him. “You’re so sure I’ll fall pregnant?”
“I demand it.” The floor dug into his knees and hips, and he noticed that Adrien’s face was a bit smashed against the floorboards in their current position. He carefully slipped his arms under Adrien again and rolled them so that Adrien’s head rested on Heath’s forearm and not the hard floor.
The movement pushed his knot into Adrien’s prostate, though, and the boy cried out as he came again. His ass milking Heath’s knot made him groan and bite down on the tendon between Adrien’s shoulder and neck as he shot more cum into the boy’s womb.
When the new shock had passed, Adrien relaxed in his arms. His body was warm and fit against Heath’s perfectly. He fought the urge to cuddle him closer, to kiss the nape of his neck, and to pretend he was Nathan.
Adrien asked, uncertainly, “Sir? Are we allowed to be friends? Or do we just…fuck?”
Heath bit down a chuckle. There went the idea of pretending he was Nathan. He sounded far too innocent and confused for that. Nathan would never have called him ‘sir’ in all seriousness. What a darling omega he had hold of, so young and sweet. Though not quite trusting. He nuzzled the back of Adrien’s neck. He sighed when he realized what he’d done. Just a heat crush. Make it a transaction. “As the heat comes on harder, you’ll find there
are fewer lulls between the intense periods of need—”
“You mean it gets more intense than this?” Adrien gasped.
Good God, who had failed to teach this boy the basics? Heath blinked back his surprise, but then ran a calming hand over Adrien’s flanks and said as matter-of-factly as possible, “It does. Eventually it’s all this—for a day or so. And you don’t know up from down, or if you’re hungry or thirsty. All you are is sensation and pleasure and orgasm.”
“Fuck,” Adrien hissed. “I don’t know if I’ll survive it. Uh, sir.”
“I’ve never known an omega to die from it yet,” Heath said, kissing the back of Adrien’s neck again. “Not if their alpha makes sure they stay hydrated.”
Adrien licked his lips. “I am a little thirsty. Sir. Sorry, I meant to say sir.”
“Once my knot goes down, I’ll get you food and water, and see you safely to the bed. You don’t have to call me sir.”
“I don’t?”
“No.” Heath didn’t find it nearly as appealing without the sneer and smirk Nathan had given it. It just made him feel sad, like Adrien wasn’t connecting to him the way he should—especially for his first season.
“What should I call you then?”
“You can call me Heath.”
“Heath…” Adrien sighed and said it again. “I like that.”
Heath said nothing, unwilling to admit even to himself that Adrien’s words pleased him.
“Is it common to end up on the floor like this?” Adrien asked after a few long minutes.
Heath shrugged. “Alphas have different ways of doing things.”
The shrug set off another spasm in Adrien. He hunched back on Heath’s cock, clenching and whimpering. “This is so embarrassing,” he said once he finally stopped coming again.
“Is it?” Heath pondered the thought. He supposed it must be odd to be so vulnerable and raw, pinned like a bug on a stranger’s cock.
“I can’t stop coming. And I don’t…I don’t even know you.”
He’d been right then. That’s what it was all about. “You know that I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. We come together like this and create life.
There’s little else to it.”
Adrien shivered and said nothing. He relaxed in Heath’s arms after a bit,
and they lay on the hard floor together waiting. Adrien drowsed and Heath took the time to really study his profile. His long, straight nose was handsome, and so like Nathan’s. His blond lashes lay on his cheek, a brighter gold than Nathan’s had been. That was one of the few differences. Adrien’s build was so like his omega father’s had been that, if Heath closed his eyes, he could almost fool his heart into believing he held Nathan in his arms.