Page 18 of Broken Alpha
“I—I wouldn’t know,” Aidyn huffed. “I lost a bet. The loser had to get a piercing of the winner's choosing. And I refused to get my dick pierced, so we went with the nipple.”
“Who was the winner?”
“….Erik.”
“Mmm,”
I wasn’t exactly thrilled that the Beta got to choose what happened to my Omega’s body, but I also had no place to sayanything of the sort. It was his body. If he consented to it, then I had no choice but to let it go. That doesn’t mean I won’t reap the benefits of the gift this Beta had unknowingly given me, though. I took his unpierced nipple into my mouth again, sucking on the tender flesh while rubbing my thumb across its pierced counterpart. His breath hitched in his throat, and I didn’t miss his fingers digging into the bedsheets, trying to find a perch to hang onto. Holy fuck, he was sensitive, and I couldn’t wait to witness his responses to the things my Alpha wanted to do to him. Reaching for his jeans, I unbuttoned them single-handedly, pulling them with his underwear down his body, before staring at the naked Omega before me.
He was soft and pale, paler on my dark sheets. His soft rose nipples were the same color as the tip of his smaller cock, which twitched under my gaze. He was large for an Omega, most likely because he was a dominant, the same way my designation gave me a larger knot than most Alphas. Size wasn’t important to me, all that mattered was him and how affected he was by me. The last time we had been intimate, our instincts took over, and I hardly remember what his body looked like, only the feel of his cock against mine, his breathing labored as we both frantically sought release. I could see everything now, and I wanted to take my time to devour him completely.
“Jesus fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, drinking him in.
“Ha! Hardly,” he scoffed.
“Mmm, but you are. As if a sculptor carved you from marble. Soft, pale, and perfect, with a cute cock begging for my attention.”
I took his hard cock in my hand, running my thumb across the bead of pre-cum that rested on his tip. I could tell by the puddle of slick beneath him that he loved my compliments and praises, and I stored that in the Aidyn file that I kept in the back of my mind.
“You know,” Aidyn moaned, his hips thrusting upwards as I lazily stroked his length. “Most guys would hate it if someone called their cock ‘cute.’”
“Mmm, true,” I agreed. Moving southwards, I settled my face between his legs. I nipped at the flesh on his inner thigh, causing him to jump and writhe above me. “However, you’re not most guys, are you?”
This time, I bit down harder, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his inner thigh, and my Alpha urged me to break the skin. But we had discussed nothing of bonding, and now wasn’t the time when we were both drunk on each other’s pheromones. A fresh wave of slick seeped onto the bedsheet, letting me know how much my teasing was turning him on. I released the flesh between my teeth, licking over the mark that I knew would bruise. Without warning, I flipped Aidyn onto his stomach; his surprised yelp had me chuckling as I pulled him up by his waist, forcing him to present to me.
“So wet for me, little fawn.”
He attempted to bury his face into the blankets as if shy at my commentary, but my Alpha was elated at the sight of him presenting. It’s a natural Omega response to produce slick, something that makes mating easier, but it felt good to believe that I was probably the cause of the amount that ran down his thigh and tight ball sack.
Unable to resist anymore, I leaned forward to lick the slick from his thighs, licking over my bite mark and up the seam of his sack. Aidyn moaned into the comforter, his hips swaying slightly, begging me to move to his core. I chuckled softly at his impatience, moving just close enough that the breath from my words teased him even more.
“So goddamn perfect.”
His moan ended in a cry as I surged forward, my tongue flat against his eager hole, the sweet flavor of his slick burstingacross my tongue. Using my hands to spread him further, to give me more access, I devoured his core as if I were kissing him, my tongue teasing over his entrance before sliding inside briefly. His moans had turned into a needy mewling, his hands moving between his legs to reach for his aching cock before I swatted at them and growled.
“No. Hands in front of you on the bed.” I commanded, tracing his rim with my thumb. Aidyn let out a frustrated and needy whimper but did as he was told, shifting his body to stretch his arms out in front of him, clasping his wrists in the opposite hands.
“Good Omega,” I smiled, biting his ass cheek firmly.
I didn’t know how much longer I could tease him. I reached out and caressed the swell of his ass, my hand moving over the gooseflesh and fine body hair that existed there. It was clear that Aidyn provided grooming maintenance for his entrance, and while I enjoyed the smooth, soft view, I can’t say I would’ve minded either way. Though I’m sure hair and slick were a fucking nightmare combination, so I couldn’t blame him. Unable to resist any longer, I discarded the rest of my clothing, tugging on my cock for a moment before reaching for the box of condoms from the bag that I’d dropped on the bed, tearing into the cardboard box and pulling out a plain foil packet.
“Want my help?” Aidyn asked, his green eyes focused on me.
Why was him offering to put a condom on me so fucking hot? My cock twitched in response as I handed him the packet. He tore it open with his teeth, pulled the condom out, and slipped it between his lips. He gave me a smirk before he gripped the base of my drooling cock in his fist, sliding his mouth over my tip and sealing the head in the condom, using his mouth to work the prophylactic down my length. I have never had a partner orally put a condom on me, and Jesus fuck, it was so hot to watch him. He used his fingers to roll the condom down, but it stoppedhalfway down my length. Aidyn sat back on his heels, staring at it before he let out a full laugh, its sound echoing around my bedroom. God, I wanted to bottle that sound, perfect and melodic. Once he stopped laughing, he reached forward, pulling the condom off me.
“Someone told me that when an Alpha tells you he’s too big for a condom, he’s lying. They’ve apparently never met a dominant Alpha. It appears that it’s not just your knot that’s larger.” He chuckled.
He grabbed the bag the condoms were in, pulling out the box labeled ‘X-large’, and then proceeded to repeat the process, slipping the prophylactic between his lips once more and applying it to my eager cock, rolling it to my base, his tongue twirling around my head until I moaned in pleasure. When the condom was firmly in place, he squeezed and rolled my balls in his hand for a moment before lifting off my cock, a smirk on his lips, knowing full well that he was driving me crazy. Ass.
“Present for your Alpha,” I said hoarsely, my throat dry with desire. “Arms back in the stretched position; I don’t want you coming without my permission.”
His eyes widened as he moved back into position, knees bent, ass raised, and arms stretched forward. Despite my dominant nature, I was nervous. It had been a while since I slept with anyone, and of course I had never knotted them. The pressure of it and being with someone I cared about was starting to get to my head. What if I was a terrible lay? What if it did nothing for him, leaving him feeling disappointed and unsatisfied? What if I hurt him? What if he couldn’t take my knot and would need someone else for his heat? What if this was a complete and utter disaster? Aidyn lowered his hips, resting his entrance on my tip. I glanced up at him, and his forest green eyes watched me, a reassuring smile on his lips. He broke his stretch long enough to reach a hand behind him to squeeze my thigh.
“You got this, Alpha.”
His trust and reassurance fought the dark clouds of my spiraling thoughts, and I smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss his spine in thanks before lining myself appropriately. Pushing forward, I slowly sunk into him, and a low moan erupted from my throat, echoing his own. The self-lubrication his body created allowed me to push in with little resistance, his body accepting me easily and clinging to me tightly, desperately trying not to let me go. I retreated slowly before pushing back in, his body clenching around me. There was no way I was going to last.
“Jesus fucking Christ,”
