“I can’t.” Heath tried again, finding it hard to reach the boy in his fear-soaked panic. “But I can make it better.”
“Make it better. Fuck me, please.”
Heath thrust inside, aiming to hit Adrien’s prostate, and was gratified by the immediate orgasm that shook Adrien’s body and spurted wetly between them.
“That’s the only way this gets better,” Heath said again, fucking into Adrien with long, hard strokes. “Submit to it. Learn to love it.” He growled with pleasure and added, “You’re an omega. It’s your lot in life.”
Adrien shuddered and came again, his eyes shining with tears and lust, the heat taking him over, body and soul.
“That’s a good boy.”
Chapter Six
ADRIEN CLIMAXED FOR what felt like the hundredth time. He shook with exhaustion as the bliss of orgasm fizzled out again. He was relieved to feel Heath’s knot growing inside him and relaxed as the bulbous bulge locked them together and stilled the thrusts against his prostate.
He shuddered and gulped in breaths, tears still sliding down his cheeks, as he finally calmed on Heath’s knot. It was almost peaceful, save for the soft orgasms that continued to wring him out as the knot pressed relentlessly against his prostate.
Heath murmured soft words of praise and hushed him. Adrien’s mind gelled slowly, coming back from the shattered space of lust and firing nerves that encompassed the rounds of heat.
Heath kissed Adrien’s neck and cheek, holding him still as their bodies subsided from the relentless drive. “You’re doing wonderfully,” he whispered. “Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are? How delicious?”
“I’ve never done any of this before,” Adrien reminded him, feeling pulpy, broken open, and vulnerable as all hell.
“I’m honored to be the first to see your pleasure and hold your pain.”
Heath sounded a little awed, and Adrien didn’t know what to make of that.
Moreover, he didn’t understand why heats had to be like this—so much pleasure that it bled into pain, and so much pain that it turned to pleasure—
but he knew that going through it with Heath wasn’t as bad as he’d secretly feared. For that, he was grateful.
“You’re handsome, too,” Adrien admitted, softly. “Strong. Firm.
Commanding.” Remembering how Heath had ordered him to ride the heat, to submit, sent a shiver through him that quickly became another orgasm.
“We’ll create a strong, well-made child together,” Heath declared.
His weight on Adrien’s was a calming balm; it locked him down in place, held him to the bed, and kept him from vanishing into the heat itself.
Heath twitched his hips, and Adrien dug his nails into Heath’s shoulders,
groaning as the movement shattered him again. He felt so raw, so exposed, and Heath’s eyes didn’t leave his face for a minute, gobbling up every expression and nuance of feeling. Adrien had never been so seen in his life.
“Your pleasure is beautiful,” Heath said, and it seemed like the words almost hurt him. He rested his head on the pillow beside to Adrien, his breath puffing against Adrien’s ear.
“Why did you choose me?” Adrien asked, finally, after they’d lain together for a few minutes in silent calm.
Heath hummed a non-answer.
“I’m not worth what you paid. There has to be another reason.”
Heath gripped Adrien harder, thrust into him a bit more, and, once Adrien had come back down from the resulting sharp-edged orgasm, he chuckled when Adrien accused him of distraction from the question.
“Why did you choose me?” Adrien insisted, still panting and sweating from the last catapult into bliss. “Tell me. Lie if you have to, but I deserve an answer.”
“Lies are a waste of everyone’s time,” Heath said darkly. “I chose you for personal reasons, and that’s all you need to know about that.”
Adrien would have liked to argue, but his skin started prickling and burning again. He went very still, fighting it.
“What did I tell you before?” Heath muttered.
“Don’t fight it.”
“That’s right.”
“But your knot’s not even down yet,” Adrien whined, squeezing around it in hopes that another orgasm might delay the oncoming round of heat. He shuddered and ached, but didn’t get relief. “How can it be here so soon?”
Heath grunted. “You’re going to have to trust me on this, but get on top so you can clench on my knot more easily.”
He rolled them until Adrien was on top, straddling his thighs, his knot still holding them tied together. “Squeeze and rock,” Heath said, as Adrien’s chest flushed and his cheeks glowed with renewed need. “Don’t fight it.
Welcome it. Make it your own.”
Adrien tipped his head back and groaned as he tried to do as Heath instructed. The rising heat didn’t seem so demanding this time, and he hoped it would stay manageable. Otherwise, he’d be a mess, pinned on Heath’s knotted cock and unable to reach satisfaction. He rocked on Heath, rotating
his hips and gasping as the knot massaged his prostate.
Heath’s hand wrapped around Adrien’s dick, and he moaned, whimpering as Heath began to jerk him off at a steady, regular rate. The first orgasm was a kitten, purring and sharp-nailed, but the next one was a full-on tiger, and he roared when he convulsed on Heath’s knot, digging his fingers into Heath’s shoulders.
“That’s it,” Heath said with a bright avidness. “Do that again.”
Adrien closed his eyes, riding Heath’s knot as best as he could and shooting tiny cum loads onto Heath’s belly every few minutes. The heat stayed relatively reasonable and he was able to manipulate his pleasure to keep sane. He eventually collapsed on Heath, his body worn out as the minor heat wave faded.
“That was a ripple,” Heath said. “They don’t happen often. Your body hasn’t figured out how heats work yet. It’s natural. You probably need more food.” His knot was softening, and Adrien hoped it would release soon. His stomach did ache with hunger, but he was more tired than anything else.
When Heath finally pulled out, his cock left what felt like a huge vacancy behind. Adrien moaned and Heath soothed him again as he slipped the plug back in and kissed Adrien’s temple. “Rest. I’ll be back in a few minutes with more stew.”
Adrien slipped into a dream almost immediately. He was back at school with a big belly trying to sort through a huge stack of notes he’d made on Hontu fabric dyes, but the words all seemed to be written in gibberish. He couldn’t understand a word of it. Worse, the baby inside was going to come out very soon, and Lance was there asking, “How can you have him without the alpha that made him? How can you have him alone?”
“Shh, wake up.” Heath’s voice cut through and woke him. Adrien opened his eyes to find Heath leaning over the bed with another steaming bowl of stew. “You were having a bad dream.”
Adrien rubbed at his face, his stomach growling. “How did you know?”
“You were making frightened noises.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Sit up and eat. The next round will be here soon enough. You’ll need your strength.” Heath pushed the bowl into Adrien’s hands.
“Do you have peanut butter?” Adrien asked, feeding himself a steaming spoonful. He wasn’t so shaky this time. “And jelly? A sandwich would go great with this. Reminds me of when I was a kid and I was sick. Father