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I gasp as his lips graze my hole.

“You smell so fucking good,” he says, breath gusting against my ass cheek as he lifts his head. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Then his warm, wet tongue licks me there, and oh my god. No one has ever touched me there. Holy shit. I feel like there are a thousand nerve endings, a million maybe, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but damn. Alphas are missing out.

“Mm,” he hums, sending vibrations through my rim.

“Oh fuck.”

Then, he kisses me there, a kiss like the ones he’s given me on my lips, but more intense. He lashes my hole with his tongue, then kisses and gently sucks, moaning like he’s been famished for me and now he can eat. The hand cradling my cock moves in slow, long pulls like he’s milking me. Fuck. It feels so good.

I wish I could taste him right now too. My pleasure rises higher as he parts my left cheek to the side and applies gentle pressure with his tongue until my hole gives in. He moans again. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

“Fuck, Alden. That feels...” I trail off because what even are words anymore?

His hand leaves my cock, but he keeps licking me. Behind me, I hear the lube bottle open, then Alden squirting it into his hand, the slippery swish of him slathering his palms. I don’t even smell the artificial vetiver. Alden’s true scent is too powerful.

He lifts his head. His cheeks are flushed red, his eyes glazed with lust, his lips parted, swollen and plump. He takes my cock in hand again, and massages my hole, already softened from his tongue. Something firmer presses against my entrance.

My breath stalls in my chest. Is that his dick? I look over my shoulder.

“Ready to take my finger?”

My hips tip automatically, like somewhere deep inside me are the same instincts an omega has. “Yes.”

Then, holding my gaze, he slowly eases his finger past my rim.

“Oh my god.”

He arcs over me and kisses my neck. “How does that feel?”

“So good,” I say. I don’t know how to explain this feeling either. I feel vulnerable, penetrated for the first time, possessed, owned. Alden’s put a part of himself inside me, like my hole belongs to him, like all of me does.

He eases his finger deeper until the ridge of his knuckle stretches me wider. He leaves it there, milking my cock with the sloppy sound of precum and lube, like it’s slick. Then he advances his finger until it feels like he’s everywhere.

“Still good?”

“So good. I can feel the stretch, but it doesn’t sting.”

“Perfect.” He kisses the back of my neck and withdraws his finger some, then a second finger nudges at my hole. He slowly works it in, stretching me wider as I melt into a puddle of precum and depravity. “You’re so fucking tight and hot inside. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re taking my fingers so well.”

His praise is everything. My body trembles, sweat beads on my skin. He must like the taste because he keeps kissing and licking my neck and everywhere else he can reach. His fingers work my hole open quickly, aggressively, like the thread of his control is fraying and he’s trying not to snap.

He withdraws his fingers. “I have to get inside you.”

I get butterflies, a quick flash of nerves, but I need him too much to care.

He pulls back, “On your back, Ty.”

My limbs feel weak with nerves. I’m still trembling. But Alden’s scent surrounds me, calming me.

I reach out and touch his knot. He jolts. “I can’t believe this is going to be inside me soon.”

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

More butterflies. Fuck.

He slathers his cock with lube, then with sudden seriousness and a hungry look, he presses his cock against my hole.