Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Damn it. There was only one choice.
It was scientifically proven that a compatible alpha’s ejaculate was the only thing that could satisfy intense heats. Contrary to popular belief—and porn—it had nothing to do with knotting and everything to do with the chemical properties of the alpha’s ejaculate. Omegas got high on an alpha’s knot because the concentration of the pheromones was higher in the ejaculate if the alpha knotted.
He didn’t need to fuck Eric to get him through his heat. But he did need to give him his come. It was only marginally better than the alternative.
But there was no damn choice.
Hugh yanked his zipper open and pulled his cock out. It was hard—of course it was—and he started jerking off, as efficiently as possible. All he needed was to give Eric some of his come. That was it.
Eric pulled off the dildo, staring at Hugh’s cock with glassy eyes and parted lips, like he was starved and Hugh’s cock was the only source of sustenance. A low, needy whine left the omega’s mouth, his hips gyrating again. “Please—give me your cock. Want your cock. Give it to me.”
Hugh locked his jaw, fighting against his every instinct to do what the omega was asking for. He could practically feel those pheromones battering against his mental defenses, and he was breathing like he’d run a marathon, trying to resist the pull. His patient. Eric was his patient. A vulnerable, confused kid. Eric didn’t actually want it. It was the heat talking.
“Please,” Eric croaked out, his voice breaking as tears ran down his cheeks. He started to sob.
Fucking hell.
Hugh gathered him into his arms, holding him tightly. “Shh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” The endearment slipped from his lips before he could stop himself.
Eric clung to him, shaking and crying and squirming against Hugh’s erection.
“Sweetheart, please don’t cry…” Hugh kissed the top of Eric’s head, stroking his bare back. “You don’t actually want this.”
“Want,” Eric said hoarsely, his voice thick with tears as he buried his face against Hugh’s throat. “It hurts. Please. I need your cock.”
“It’ll get better in a moment.” Hugh took his cock back into his hand, stroking it hard and fast, his other arm still holding the naked omega tightly.
“Just the tip,” Eric begged, sucking on Hugh’s scent gland. “Just the tip. Please. Give me the tip.”
Hugh hesitated, looking at his own cock. The tip was angry red and fat, leaking precome. His cock looked massive even in his own hand. It was bigger than the average alpha cock. Even experienced omegas his own age struggled to take it, much less this slip of a boy half his weight. Eric was very tight down there, like all virginal omegas. Toys didn’t really prepare omegas for the real thing, especially the real thing of Hugh’s size.
“No,” he said shortly, trying to sound firm—and trying not to think about the fact that Eric had given him blanket permission to do whatever he deemed necessary.
“Just the tip,” Eric slurred out, kissing him all over his neck, sounding drunk. “I’m so empty. Please. Please, alpha.”
Hugh grimaced as he felt those words go straight to his cock, his instincts drowning out his good sense. “All right,” he heard himself say. “But just the tip. Get on your back.” On his hands and knees would have been easier for Eric, but Hugh wanted to see his face, to make sure he wasn’t hurting him. Even the tip of his cock would be a lot for such a small omega.
Eric toppled onto his back eagerly and spread his legs with no self-consciousness whatsoever, his face flushed with arousal and his eyes fixed on Hugh’s cock as slick dribbled out of his hole.
Fuck, the sight was obscene.
“Please,” Eric whispered, looking hungrily at Hugh’s cock.
Hugh settled between the omega’s thighs, still fully clothed but for his cock. Somehow it made things only filthier. More wrong.
“Gods,” Eric moaned out as the fat head pressed against his leaking hole. “Please. Hugh, please. Put it in, put it in.”
Gripping the omega’s hip, Hugh slowly pushed forward, swearing through his teeth as incredible tightness enveloped his cockhead.
Eric cried out, his hole squeezing Hugh’s cock, again and again, and fuck, it felt… Hugh came with a groan, tightening his hand around the base of his cock, to stimulate his growing knot. Eric was sobbing, his cock jerking jizz all over his stomach and finally going soft.
Eric gave him a blissed-out smile, his eyes slipping shut, and then he was out.
It was over.
The heat was over.
Chapter 7
Eric wasn’t a big fan of social gatherings. Not because he disliked them, per se. He’d just never been given an opportunity to like them. Back home, he’d rarely had to attend them because he hadn’t been of age for his social debut yet. But then the photograph leak happened, and whenever he left the house, he’d become a subject of derision and nasty whispers, and soon he’d stopped attending social gatherings completely.