Page 69 of Alpha’s Conquest

The hydration somehow got through to him, and he chuckled at me as I waited to give him more. “You called me baby and now you’re treating me like one.”

“Yes, you’re a big, horny baby, now drink.”

Heat pooled in his eyes, and once his bottle was empty, I reached for mine. He slammed me onto the counter and thrust deep inside me. “Your turn.” As if I could drink any water with him about to rip the cabinet off the floor from the force of his hips. He somehow restrained himself long enough for me to get a few swigs in my mouth, but the pained look on his face tore at my heart. It wasn’t that he wanted to endlessly fuck me for a week straight. He needed to. His rut demanded nothing less. You try reasoning with a massive Alpha Dom who has to fuck you silly or he’ll lose his damn mind. It was impossible.

Unwilling to give up, I somehow got us both hydrated and fed him small bites of bread from the counter. I was interrupted by yet another climax, and then his, but we finished half a loaf between us before he took over again. It wouldn’t do much. We needed an actual meal, but like I said, we were occupied until further notice, and it’s not like I could cook food with him balls deep inside me.

That first day was more sex than I even thought possible. After making sure we both had something substantial for dinner, some leftover sandwiches in the fridge, I fell asleep somewhere between the kitchen and the shower. My last thought was how would he manage without me before I drifted off.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Casey

Casey

I’d helped Alphas with their ruts before. Only serious relationships, of course. That wasn’t something you did with a random hookup or a guy you’ve been getting coffee with for three weeks. It was always intense. I knew that. A day or two of sex that left my legs weak and my asshole weeping for mercy. But this. Adam was a force of nature.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how clean I felt. Adam must’ve washed us both in the shower before putting me to bed. The second was feeling his cock still inside me. Had we been like that all night?

I’d barely moved when he lifted my leg and started fucking me. “Adam,” I mumbled, still half asleep. “What time is it?”

“No idea. You slept for a long time.” Ugh, I felt like an asshole now. He lay there beside me all night, probably unable to even close his eyes, just to make sure I could get enough rest.

“Did you sleep?” I broke off with a moan. I was sore all over, but it still felt amazing.

“Mmm,” was his answer, and he didn’t speak again until we were both shuddering in climax. It seemed to soothe him, and he relaxed against my back, holding me firmly around the waist.

I reached back and patted his head to comfort him. He must’ve been in agony all night, waiting for me to wake up. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d continued even after I passed out. My cheeks flushed bright red at the thought. “You could’ve fucked me while I was asleep.”

“I am all for you being my little free use slut, but I get off on seeing your pleasure, omega. I can’t enjoy myself unless you’re enjoying it too.”

“Consider it, at least during your rut.” He growled against my neck, meaning he’d think about it. “Come on. We need to eat.”

“I’ll eat whatever you want as long as I can keep fucking you. You and your slutty pheromones, and your sexy body.”

“Slutty pheromones? I didn’t realize they could be slutty.”

“Well, they can, and yours are so fucking slutty, I lose my goddamn mind around you.” His breath against my neck sent a shiver through my body. “Your slutty scent tormented me when we first met. That smell of rain and cedar. Being around you was pure torture. Even now, it torments me night and day.”

I knew the feeling.

As I made us something to eat with his dick still inside me, the poet in rut continued going on and on about my slutty scent, and my slutty body, and how much he wanted me to be his free use slut. He said ‘slutty’ so many times, it didn’t even sound like a word anymore. The eggs almost burned because he stopped me halfway through for more sex. Luckily, by the time we were done, the eggs were only a little browned around the edges, and we sat on the couch to eat the haphazard breakfast I made. His dick never left my ass, but that was no surprise when a rut was involved. I twisted on his lap to face him and fed us both bites of eggs, sausage, and toast. He made it to the last slice of bread before he tossed me onto the coffee table and fucked the life out of me with the toast still clenched in my hand.

Trembling all over, I raised my fist to see the bread had been obliterated and my fingers were covered in buttered crumbs. He licked each one clean and ate the remnants of toast as well.

“Delicious.” He locked eyes with me, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the food.

Just as he was about to pounce on me again, there was a firm knock at the door. Oh shit. I would die of embarrassment if David walked in on us like this.

“Adam.” The knock hadn’t even registered for him, he was already fucking me again. “Adam. The door.”

“This is more important, omega.”

I gritted my teeth as he gripped my cock and jerked me off in tune with his thrusts. Feeling him touch me like that when I was already hypersensitive from the endless sex sent me over the edge. I struggled to catch my breath for a minute, and by the time I did, he was already lifting me off the coffee table and moving us back to the couch. If I didn’t stop him now, we might not answer the door for hours. Whoever it was hadn’t knocked twice, even when another five minutes went by. My pills! They were supposed to be delivered today. I’d managed to get them ordered during the first hour of sex. I needed a boost right now. My ass was sore, and my muscles ached.

It took some coaxing, but Adam eventually relented and let me loose to answer the door. I threw on his huge jacket from the hat rack and crawled over to the door. Sitting on the front step was a medium-sized box. It was heavier than it looked, and I grunted as dragged it over the threshold and into the house. God, my arms were so weak.

As soon as the box was inside, the door slammed shut, and Adam’s cock was inside me. He was fucking me on top of the box before I could even lock the door. I rolled over, and he went right back to it, making me a wet mess with every thrust.