Page 24 of Alpha’s Conquest

He sat up and took my thighs in his hands, staring down at how slick they were as he thrust inside me. My cock twitched under his gaze, sliding in a pool of cum on my belly button. “So pretty. You look good with cum all over you. I think you need more. I want to cover you with it.”

More? I’d already cum twice. That was a good round of sex for me.

Apparently, sex with Adam was an entirely different ballgame, because he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of me, each one more intense than the last, until I was indeed covered in cum. His pheromones entranced me, urging me on with every climax, and he cooed his approval over my trembling body with every release.

“That’s it,” he growled with a slight smirk, watching my cock shoot more cum as I writhed beneath him.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I still didn’t stop him. I was loving it too much. Every inch of my body was shaking. And the more I came, the more he enjoyed himself. “Adam,” I whined, my legs still twitching under his hands.

He fucked me so hard, I screamed, both in pleasure and pain. He didn’t stop until another orgasm overtook me. As I twitched beneath him, he loomed over me as my cock spurted between our bellies. “Don’t call me Adam,” he growled in my ear.

I didn’t know how much I had left in me. I wasn’t sure if I even cared. The intensity. The pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and all of it was because of him. He fucked me again and again, and I clung to him, digging my nails into his back, losing my fucking mind in his arms. His pheromones. His body. His cock. I craved everything he gave me. Even when I had nothing left to give, I wanted more.

Another orgasm rushed over me, and my cock shook with release, but nothing came out. He gripped it with one hand, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was too much, making me twitch and writhe. His pheromones thickened, easing me through every wave as I struggled to breathe. Somehow, he made more cum shoot out of me.

He petted my hair, kissing and nibbling my cheeks, my lips, my ears. “My omega,” he moaned, his thrusts going so fast, so rough, I could only lie there and take it. “Mine.”

Yes. I was his. I wanted to be his. I had never wanted anything so much in my entire life.

He kissed my lips, thrusting his tongue against mine, taking his pleasure from my body as I took mine from his. I felt connected to him in that moment, tethered to his side, as if every beat of my heart belonged to him. I could love him. I could be his. Everything I had endured led me to his side, and in his arms, I could truly find peace.

He roared over my lips as he finally found his own release, shooting his cum deep inside me, where it belonged. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

We kissed over and over in the last dying embers of pleasure, threading our fingers together as our tongues danced as one. He was rough and consuming, but also tender and sweet. He held me in his arms and I drifted off to sleep, utterly and completely sated by my Alpha.

FOURTEEN

Casey

Casey

The warm sunlight of morning broke the spell, and all the emotions that seemed insignificant last night came rushing back. Nothing else had mattered in his arms. Nothing.

His scent lingered on the blanket, so earthy and potent, as if he were still here. But he was gone. Gone before the sun rose. I knew I should be grateful. He left before we could make another mistake. But was it a mistake?

I touched the soft blanket where his scent lay, as if I could somehow touch him through it. Last night was… so wrong, and so right. I had never felt that way before. And it wasn’t just the pleasure, even though that had been so utterly consuming, my legs were still wobbly. It was him. Just being near him was more pleasurable than any sex I’d had before.

This was more than just attraction. There was no escaping that. But last night didn’t change our situation. It was a one-time thing. I would go home, and we would never see each other again. Just thinking that was like shoving a knife into my chest.

Someone shuffled into the sunroom, and I jolted upright, using the blanket to cover my naked body. Marshall. He looked rough, rubbing his eyes as if he’d barely slept and yawning wider than I thought possible. Fuck, what would he think of me sleeping in here? Could he tell what happened?

“Shit,” he said under his breath, wincing as the sunlight hit his face. “I can’t remember the last time I was this hungover. I’m gonna kill David when he wakes up.” Lucky for me, he could barely keep his eyes open, so he didn’t notice how naked I was, or the pile of…

Our clothes.

I scrambled to my knees, searching for the pile of clothes with Marshall distracted by the sleep crispies in his eye. The blanket fell off ‌me before I spotted a neat little pile of fresh clothes beside my pallet. Now that I thought about it… I wasn’t as sticky as I thought I'd be. Adam cleaned me up and left me something to change into when I woke up. The man who rode me like a bull was so tender and kind.

I had to get out of here.

“You wanna go home today?”

God, yes.

The ride home was torture. Torture of my own making, I knew that well enough.

Adam wasn’t there when we packed our things. Maybe he thought he was being kind by keeping his distance so we could part ways without a problem. I couldn’t help feeling a little upset, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I was grateful he kept his distance, but I still felt somewhat miffed that he couldn’t even say goodbye to me after the best sex of my fucking life.

I didn’t dare touch that part of this, even if I wanted to. It was once. One time. And now I was halfway back to Hanford, and I never had to see Adam again. If Marshall ever found out what I did… what we did… I’d almost rather go through my divorce a second time than ever tell my boyfriend what happened last night.