Adrien blinked. “But—”
“Do as I say.” Heath’s eyes shone with authority. “Now.”
“My glasses, too?”
“You can keep the glasses on while you’re here. Or leave them off.
Whatever makes you most comfortable.”
Adrien’s hands shook, but he didn’t know if it was with fear or lust. He tugged off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, toed off his tennis shoes and
socks, and got naked quickly. He hesitated, considering his glasses. Without them he wouldn’t see as clearly, but he set them aside for now anyway. When he straightened, his cock bobbed up against his stomach.
An urge to cover his abdomen with his hands, to protect the baby inside, passed over him, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood with shaking limbs as Heath gazed at him and then motioned for him to turn around. “Slowly,” Heath said.
“Let me see you.”
Adrien spun, taking in the blurry bed with white sheets, the entertainment unit with a TV, laptop, and what looked like gaming consoles, and the shelves and shelves of books against the wall. There was another smaller door that seemed to lead to a bathroom. His heart was pounding when he faced Heath again.
“Have you been eating? You look thinner.”
“I’ve been sick, sir. Vomiting. Because of the baby.”
Heath’s hard expression softened, and he stepped closer. The rustle of his suit, and the stark contrast between Adrien’s nakedness and Heath’s layers of clothing, appealed in a sensual way, and he wanted more than anything for Heath to take him into his arms, so he could rub his body all over his alpha’s expensive suit.
“You’ll feel better now that you’re with me,” Heath said firmly.
Adrien didn’t know if that was a fact, something to do with alpha pheromones and their effect on omegas, or simply an unreasonable alpha command from Heath, so he only nodded. Adrien’s hips arched forward as Heath drew near enough to smell—vetiver and whiskey—so warm, earthy, and right. His cock flexed hard and dribbled pre-cum onto the hardwood floor between them. Heath gazed at where it puddled on the ground.
“Get on your knees,” Heath said, his voice gravelly and rough.
Adrien didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth was already watering with the desire to pleasure Heath, to taste his cock and swallow his cum. He shivered as Heath ran his fingers into Adrien’s hair and gazed down at him.
The hardwood floor dug into Adrien’s knees, but he didn’t care. His cock didn’t care either, tensing again, and leaving more goo on the floor.
He felt his asshole leak slick. Not gush, like when he was in heat, but a dribble that left no room for pretending he didn’t want Heath to slide his fat, wide alpha cock up there and make him come on his dick.
“You’re beautiful,” Heath said calmly. “So trusting. So delicious. And
mine.”
“Yours,” Adrien repeated, and then his hand did come to his stomach, touching where he knew the baby was growing every day. “We’re yours.”
Heath growled and wrenched open his pants. The evidence of his arousal pleased Adrien in a soul-deep way, and he opened his mouth greedily, leaning forward to suck the crown of Heath’s cock, swallowing the slippery tang of his pre-cum.
“Yes,” Heath whispered. “Suck it.”
Adrien closed his eyes. He sucked and bobbed, he tongued and worked, wrapping his hand around the base of Heath’s dick and jerking him until he got a nice squirt of pre-cum in his mouth. Then he moaned, pulled off, and rolled the flavor around greedily.
“Oh, sweet one,” Heath grunted. “You love it.”
Adrien nodded. He did; he loved the taste of Heath. It satisfied him like no food had since he’d left Heath’s heat cabin. He opened his mouth for more, sucking Heath down hungrily, opening his throat and gagging on his wide, hard cock.
“Get ready,” Heath moaned, thrusting into Adrien’s throat, slapping his balls against Adrien’s chin. “Swallow it. Every drop.”
Adrien grunted and nodded, hanging onto Heath’s hips. Adrien’s senses were filled with the musky aroma of his skin and arousal. Heath plunged deep, gripping Adrien’s hair and choking him with his cock. Adrien gagged and struggled, but when the first burst of semen shot into his gullet, he relaxed and gave in, trying to swallow it down, wanting every single bit of Heath’s pleasure deep in his stomach.
As the shouting ended and Heath ripped his cock out of Adrien’s throat, he gasped for air, sucking in oxygen madly. He groaned as Heath very gently wiped the saliva from his chin.
“That was good,” Heath said calmly. “That will settle your stomach, too.”
Adrien blinked up at him, dazed and harder than he could remember being since the heat. He wanted to jerk off, but something about Heath’s gaze on him kept him still for the time being.
“You’re not a prisoner,” Heath said steadily, holding Adrien’s chin and staring into his eyes. His cock was still hard, and it bobbed, wet and slick, in front of Adrien’s face. He reached out his tongue and licked the head of it.
Heath hissed and released Adrien’s chin to put his cock away and fasten his
suit pants again. When he looked impeccable once more, he turned his gaze back to Adrien at his feet. He stroked Adrien’s cheek and said, again,
“You’re not a prisoner. But there’s a reason you don’t see pregnant omegas on the street.”
Adrien blinked up at him. It was true. He’d never seen a pregnant omega in his life outside of the few educational films and pictures in books that had been part of his meager omega sex ed class. How strange that had never struck him before now.
“You’ll be growing quickly. Clothing will be uncomfortable. Your body will be preparing for birth. You’ll drip slick and you’ll lactate—make milk—
even before the baby comes. And you’ll be like this”—Heath gestured at Adrien’s hard cock—“anytime I’m near you. Which is why there will be times when I give you a break and let a servant care for your non-sexual needs, like bringing your meals and cleaning up your space. That’s for your welfare and the health of the baby—so you can concentrate enough to eat something aside from me.”
Adrien licked his lips, his eyes going back to Heath’s crotch, wishing for another few spurts of his semen. Nothing had ever tasted so good. He desperately wanted more.
Heath smiled down at him. “You are still such a filthy, cock-hungry slut for me. Worth every cent for your mouth alone.”
Adrien blinked up at him, dazed and still achingly hard. He smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Now take hold of yourself, and stare into my eyes. I want to watch your face when you come.”
Adrien wanted to beg Heath to touch him, to finger his asshole and then fuck him mercilessly, but he couldn’t look away from Heath’s commanding gaze, so he did as he was told. He took his hard prick in hand and worked it quickly, staring at Heath’s gray eyes as he did. He watched the shade change, growing darker with renewed lust, and when he felt the charge in his balls, the oncoming rapture of orgasm, he struggled to keep his eyes open and fixed to Heath’s, but he managed.
“Please!” Adrien cried as the cum surged up his shaft. “Fuck me, sir!
Please!”
“I’ll fuck you, Adrien,” Heath said, his voice dark with promise.