by Drea Roman
“Are you sure? You’re so young.”
I giggle because his fingers, which have finally begun moving again after my sigh halted all of his activities, finally breach my hole and I know the ecstasy is just beginning.
“It’s time, my love.”
My voice and face must hold the conviction I feel in my heart because a soft laugh escapes him before he trails kisses from my cheek down my neck and over my shoulder, pausing a moment to kiss my mate mark reverently.
In a darker tone, the one that promises the richest of sexual delights, Dominic finally replies, “Your wish is my command, my omega. I can do nothing less than what you desire.”
Feeling feisty, I quip back, “Right now, I desire to ride your fingers, your cock, and then your knot in that order. Who knows? Later, I might even want your fist. I am feeling awfully frisky tonight.”
He moans as he slowly pushes another finger into my ass. He gasps suddenly as my slick trickles out around his digits. Clearly, he had not been paying attention to the calendar like I had when we were planning this trip. My skins flushes and prickles as my heat starts to make its presence known. Wiggling around, I grind down on his fingers.
“You know what, I changed my mind. I think I want your fist first.”
He chuckles deeply, the vibration of his chest so sexy against my back. “Oh, no, omega mine, my tongue gets this first.”
True to his word, his tongue caresses around my hole as his two fingers slowly plunge in and out as my slick allows them to slide in deeper, signaling that I am ready for his seed, for his child.
As my heat overtakes me, I know my alpha will take care of me so well, just as he has every time before. Within a few minutes of his continuously thrusting fingers, my slick flows freely and I cry out, leaning my face into the ropes as the hammock swings softly in the island breeze. His fingers find my prostate, like they always do, and my alpha plays me like a fiddle, with my moans, sighs, and whimpers as the music of our love making which he conducts masterfully. I expect him to take me from behind, since it is his favorite way, to mount me and claim me, knotting me deep while my muscles lock around his cock. But he surprises me by pulling out his fingers and leaning over to whisper in my ear.
“Turn over, baby boy. I want to watch your face while I breed you, while I put my baby in your belly.”
If it is possible for my already straining cock to grow harder against the ropes holding it to my torso, I am sure it does. Dominic loosens my fingers from the edges and turns me over gently, settling me down in the hammock again, pulling my hands through the weave of the swing, using the ropes like cuffs to hold me in place. He curls my fingers around the threads and kisses me softly before adjusting my ass, so that it is barely on the edge. Pushing my legs up, he makes space for himself between them. He slides my heels into the spaces between the ropes like stirrups on a saddle. I am spread wide open now, my slick running down to drip on the sand below us. My mate fists the ropes by my hips, lifting the hammock up so that my hole is even with his rigid cock, which pulses and twitches with his desire, spurred on to even greater urgency by the heat pheromones rolling off my body and the slick flowing from my ass.
He pauses a moment, with his head at my entrance. With the hammock tilted up, I have to look up at him and I see him watching as my slick trickles down his penis in little rivulets. My entire body clenches at the sight, but clamps down on emptiness.
“Dominic,” I whimper, “please, mate me. Breed me.”
Using the hammock as an improvised sex swing, he tugs the ropes forward and impales me on his dick, making me scream just as he likes. My skin flushes and tightens, my cries becoming incoherent as the first surge of my heat builds beneath my skin and starts to roll over my body in waves.
We are in a somewhat secluded area and given the time of evening only pleasure boats pass by. Allowing the ropes to slacken a moment, he slides completely out of me, before bringing my hole to his cockhead again, where he rubs it along the sensitive nerve endings on the outside of my hole. Just as he enters me a second time, pulling the hammock toward him quickly so that my ass slides like a glove down his enormous alpha cock, I hear the tell-tale music of a party boat as one passes by, not too far off the shore. A wail is ripped from my throat and my heart burns with the desire for someone to hear me as my alpha takes me, as he dominates and controls my body, my pleasure.
“So beautiful,” Dominic murmurs, as he uses the hammock ropes to slide me almost off before giving an even more powerful tug, yanking me down his dick, spreading me open wide, with the slap of my ass against his hips echoing off the water. When he slides me completely off his cock again, I just cannot take the emptiness. I don’t care if anyone hears us, I just want his knot locked inside of me.
“Dominic, please!” I beg and he answers by swinging me hard down over him. Over and over, the hammock swings back and forth as he breeds me in the warm ocean air. My screams mingle with the sounds of the waves as my heat overwhelms me, my ass milking his cock, clenching him so hard that he yells out my name. When his knot finally inflates and my muscles lock around him, he stares down at me and watches with obvious pleasure as my entire body convulses around him.
“I love you, Sasha,” he breathes out harshly as he finally begins to spill his seed inside me. The pleasure is so intense, I must black out because the next thing I know, Dominic has managed to pull me up into his arms. He falls to his knees, both of us entirely entangled in the hammock as our bodies ride out the pleasure of a knotted mate-lock in heat. When we finally make it inside of our bungalow, covered in sand and the gorgeous marks of the hammock ropes, my alpha makes love to me over and over as my heat drives us forward into ecstasy more times than either of us can count.
I wake up three days later, completely sex sore and satisfied.
As I stare out the gently waving gauze curtains, Dominic returns to the room with a tray. I sit up as he settles it on the bedside table. He picks up a mug and hands it to me.
“So?” I ask before taking a sip of the rich, dark brew.
Dominic smirks at me and says nothing.
I growl at him but take note of his self-satisfied expression.
“Did we do it?”
“Did we do what, my love?” He takes another sip of coffee and sighs contentedly.
I am running out of patience. “Do I smell pregnant?”
Dominic takes my coffee from my hand and turns to set both mugs on the bedside table. When he back around, he leans his face forward into my neck as he inhales deeply of my omega gland. As he leans back to meet my gaze, he wears the happiest smile. Joy ricochets through the mate bond between us as he finally gives me the answer I crave. “Yes.”
I jump into his arms, hugging him fiercely. As we laugh and cry over the new beginning in our lives, I know there is no place safer and happier for the three of us than together forever.
Books by Drea Roman
Hearts Intertwined Series
Loving Him
Saving Him
Stand-alone stories
Heaven Scent
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Waves of Fate (forthcoming, Fall 2019)
The Selkie’s Coat
Author Biography
Drea Roman is an over-educated lady with cats, a ferret, lizards, a fiancé, a sister, and a wonderful village of like-minded friends, authors, and artists. There are two things in this world that make me feel authentically myself: dance and writing. I feel so blessed to have begun this writing adventure.
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