by Grace, Aria
Some seem frightened to see me while others are hopeful I’ll choose them as the one I want to rescue from this shithole. Even though I feel sorry for every sad, hungry face I pass, I’m on a mission that can’t be stopped. Not until I know Max is safe will I be able to fully breathe again.
In a dark corner of the long parking lot, I see two people talking. One seems to be crowding the other and reaches for him. When the smaller of the two men turns toward me, I know it’s Max. And he knows I’m here.
I pick up my pace, running at full-speed to make sure my mate is okay. My mate. Just the significance of the word makes my legs pump harder. I will protect my mate.
The man standing with Max appears to be a beta, based on his size and stature. Like a horror movie playing out in front of me, the man wraps both arms around Max’s waist and lifts him up, lugging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he tries to run off in the other direction.
“Stop.” I run faster, desperate to get to them.
“Curtis, help me.” Max calls out to me and my blood sings at his acceptance. Whether he cares for me or not, at least he trusts me to save him.
An additional shot of adrenaline gives me the boost I need to close the gap between me and my mate. A strange sensation of contentment and relief washes over me as a pull Max out of the other mans’ arms and into mine. “Are you okay?” I take a deep whiff, letting his pheromones seep into my lungs and settle deep within me. “Did he hurt you?”
Max shakes his head and gently pulls out of my grasp. “Thank you,” he whispers. His gaze locks on something over my shoulder so I turn to look.
The man who tried to take him is fumbling with his keys to get into an older Toyota. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t hurt him.” Max reaches for my arm and holds me in place. “He was just confused. He wasn’t really trying to hurt me.”
The decision to stay with Max instead of chasing down the beta who touched him isn’t easy. I want to make sure that man knows Max is mine. But he isn’t. Not yet, anyway.
I want so desperately to hold him, but we’re not ready for that yet. “Will you come to my place so we can talk?”
Max looks around as if trying to find a better option before he agrees. “Okay.”
* * *
The ride to my house is quiet. The tension between us is thick, like a living, breathing organism. It pulses and retreats with each breath I take, throbbing in time with my aching cock. Even though I don’t want to take Max until he’s 100% sure he wants me to, I can’t help my natural reaction. My mate is two feet away from me and in heat. I’m only human.
Once we get inside, I grab a couple beers and drop into the recliner in my living room. Sitting beside Max on the couch might be too tempting, and I really need him to listen to me without being afraid.
Max takes a gulp from the bottle and rests it on his knee without looking up at me. I'm not sure where to start, so I just sit in silence too, hoping he’ll break first.
It feels like hours tick past, but it’s probably only minutes before he finally clears his throat. “So, what's happening to me?”
I blow out a low breath and lean back in the recliner, trying to be as unintimidating as possible. “I think it's the same thing that’s happening to me.”
That finally gets Max’s attention and he meets my gaze. “What's happening to you?”
As neutral as I'm trying to be in this situation, I can't stop the corner of my lips from tugging up into a small grin. “My body is reacting to the fact that I've met my mate.”
It takes a second for my meaning to sink in, and when it does, several emotions seem to flash across Max’s expression. At first, he looks disbelieving and frightened, but after a long moment, realization and acceptance seem to dawn on him as he looks me in the eye. “Your mate?”
Anybody else probably wouldn't have heard his whisper, but I'm already so in tune with him that I think I could hear it from across the house.
I merely nod.
“Do you mean me?”
Without breaking eye contact, I smile again. “Yes, you are my fate, Max. My destiny. You're the one I’m meant to be with.”
His mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words come out.
Shit. I hope he doesn’t hate me. I don’t want to sound weak but my voice is shaky as I ask, “How does that make you feel?”
He leans back against the sofa and takes another drink of his beer. The fact that he’s not running out of the room feels like a good sign, but I need to hear him speak. I need to know in his own words.
9
Max
Mates?
Is he being serious? I’ve heard of people being fated or destined for each other. And I guess the emotions I’ve been feeling match up to the limited knowledge I have of the topic, but me and Curtis? How could someone as sexy and strong as Curtis be interested in spending the rest of his life with someone like me? A tingle of excitement rushes through me at the idea of spending my life with someone. One person who only wants me.
I glance down to Curtis’ mouth and a pulse of desire races down my spine and straight to my cock, causing it to thicken even more than it already has.
“I think that’s okay.” In fact, I think it’s a fucking miracle, and I might pass out from the shock of it all.
The relief on Curtis’s face is sweet and makes me feel a little guilty for causing him stress. But he caused me stress too. Although now that I know the stress was caused by being away from him and not from being with him, it’s harder to hold that against him. After all, I’m the one who kept running away from Curtis. He was just trying to talk.
“Yeah?” He scoots to the edge of his chair and lifts a hand toward me but then pulls it back, locking it under his muscular thigh. “So, you don’t hate me?”
“No!” Okay, gotta dial it back a notch. “I mean, no, I didn’t ever hate you. I was just scared of the strong feelings I had toward you. I didn’t understand what they meant.”
Curtis takes a deep breath and grins, obviously happy with my declaration. “Me too. I didn’t know what was happening that first day either, but earlier today, without all the other distractions, it was obvious that my feelings were stronger than just a regular attraction.”
“You’re attracted to me?” It’s a stupid question, but I’ve never been accused of being brilliant.
“Of course I am.” Curtis drops to his knees and kneels in front of me, almost begging me to believe him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the second I saw you. Even though I didn’t have a name for our connection, I knew it was there. I felt it deep in my bones.”
That’s a pretty good way to sum up how I’ve been feeling. “I think I did too.”
“So, you’re willing to give me a chance?” Curtis rests one of his large palms on my thigh and a shiver of electricity races up my spine and back down again—straight toward my cock.
I nod, unable to form words with him so close…and touching me.
“May I kiss you, Max?”
Shit. I want him to…desperately. But I don’t know how. My body gives him an answer before my self-conscious mind gets the chance, and I lean forward, stopping just an inch from his mouth.
My eyes drift shut as Curtis brushes his soft lips across mine. He doesn’t seal us together or try to enter me. He just closes his lips on mine over and over again.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need more. Digging both hands into his shoulders, I slip off the sofa and drop onto his lap, closing my mouth on his and dipping my tongue inside.
Curtis bucks upward, pressing his enormous erection against my smaller but equally hard one.
It feels so good, I press harder against him and rock backward. “Fuck. Do that again.”
Curtis wraps his large hands around my waist and holds me in place while he thrusts against me. My hole is wet and aching, begging for some attention. Tearing at the button on my fly, I manage to shove my jeans down low enough that my cock
pops out.
“God, Max. I don’t know if I can stop myself.” Curtis lifts me back on the couch and wraps his lips around the head of my dick before I can stop him, not that I would ever consider it.
“Don’t stop, Curtis. Please!” My balls draw up after just a few licks of his hot tongue on my taut shaft. How can such a tough man have such a soft touch? “I’m gonna come.”
“Feed me, baby.” Curtis sucks my whole cock into his mouth, milking my head with his throat as I begin to pour into him.
Holy fuck. Is this what it always feels like? My vision tunnels until the only thing I can see is my mate’s head as he empties me of every last drop.
When he finally lifts his face to me, he looks ten years younger. All the tension I’ve previously seen across his features is gone and replaced with a big ass grin. “God, you taste even better than you smell.”
I choke out a laugh. “I can honestly say I’ve never heard those words directed at me.”
Curtis’s smile drops slightly but he doesn’t look disappointed. “Well, then, people haven't been completely honest with you before.”
10
Curtis
Max quickly turns away but not before I catch a pink flush tinting his cheeks.
I have to know what he’s thinking. “What?”
He shrugs but won't make eye contact.
“Hey.” I nudge his chin with my fingertip so he’s forced to face me. “Max, if we're going to give this a shot and put in some real effort, we have to be honest with each other. This destined mate thing is awesome and all, but it makes for a very interesting relationship challenge. Instead of taking time to get to know each other before deciding that we want to be together, our biology has made that decision for us. Now we have to jump straight into getting to know each other just to catch up.” His long lashes flutter but he finally directs his baby blues at me. “Please, don't hide from me. Don't ever feel ashamed about anything you’re thinking or feeling. I want to know it all. And you can ask me anything.”
Our gazes are locked, and I feel like I can see right through him. It’s a beautiful sight. One I never want to turn away from.
“There hasn't been anyone else.”
“You've never been given a blowjob before?”
Max shakes his head, and a flood of relief flows through my chest. I'm way more happy about that declaration than I should be. “What kind of experience do you have?”
As much as I do not want to hear the answer, this part of us being honest with each other isn't negotiable. Before progressing into a physical relationship, this should be laid out in the open.
Max squares his shoulders and sits up a little straighter. “None.”
What? How is that possible? He’s an adult omega who was rescued from a breeding farm. “But you lived at…”
He shakes his head. “Not like that. I lived there, but Tad—uh that's the guy I was with tonight—kept me hidden away so no one really knew I was there.”
“No one?” How stupid were these alphas running the joint?
“Some of the other omegas saw me now and then, but no one ever ratted me out.”
I can't believe what I'm hearing, but the ridiculous grin across my face must ease some of Max's fears. “You're saying you’re a virgin?”
“Is that okay?” Max looks almost as nervous now as he was when we first met.
I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder, wondering how I could've possibly gotten so lucky. “Yeah, of course it is. That means you’ll be 100% mine.”
“Speaking of…” Max wiggles in my lap, and my still hard dick reminds me that it needs some attention too.
I hold his hips still and lean back to give him some space. “We don't have to do anything yet.” Looking straight into Max's eyes, I brush some of the wavy strands of hair off his forehead. “We can take this slow, and when you're ready—”
He stops me with his lips closing over mine. His tongue probes inside my mouth as his hips rock back and forth, dragging across my throbbing cock.
I guess that means he’s ready…
11
Max
I don’t know what sex-crazed demon has taken possession of my body, but I’m no longer in control. That might be worrisome if I wasn’t in absolute ecstasy over what said demon was doing to me.
When Curtis wrapped his lips around my dick and swallowed, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But I know there’s more. That was just the icing on the cake. And I fucking love cake.
“Will you be my first?” I’m only slightly embarrassed to ask the question and even that lasts about half a second. Mostly, I’m desperate and anxious and needy.
I need more of Curtis.
All of Curtis.
A low growl escapes his throat as he stands up with me still clinging to him. “And your last.”
With my ankles hooked together behind his back, I use my thighs to rub up and down on Curtis’s chiseled abs as if I’m riding a teeter-totter. The sexiest fucking teetertotter ever invented.
“Are you sure?” He’s already walking me to his bedroom so I know he wants it as badly as I do. Either that or he just wants to give me what I want. I don’t care why he’s doing it, but my hole is wet and quivering for his big cock.
“Yes!” I pant into his mouth as he releases his jeans below me and steps out of them. “I need you.”
“You’ll never need anything again as long as I’m alive.” Curtis gently lowers me onto my back across his mattress and works my pants all the way off. I don’t even know where I lost my shoes, but I don’t care. I’ll go barefoot for the rest of my life if he just takes care of me right this minute.
“Hurry!” My skin is on fire, and my insides are burning even worse. Whatever is happening to me seems to be getting stronger, more insistent. “Please fuck me.”
Curtis slides both of his arms behind my thighs and leans forward, stretching me wide so I’m fully on display for him. “You’re so beautiful.”
My cock is dripping at the tip but I don’t rush Curtis. He’s done this before, and I haven’t. He knows what I need better than I do. I can be patient.
With a gentle sweep of his finger to loosen me up, Curtis distracts me from the initial intrusion by kissing me hard on the mouth. Teeth and tongues collide as his finger works my opening loose. Curtis nips my lower lip at the same time he shoves a second finger inside…or maybe it’s a fourth. It feels like forty fingers in there, but he needs to get me nice and ready if I’m going to take his fat cock.
And his knot.
Oh shit. “Now, please…”
Curtis lines up his thick shaft with my begging hole, carefully watching my reaction to his every move. With his right hand around the base of his shaft, he swirls around my opening, capturing some of the slick pooling there in anticipation of his entry. His wide head breaches me, and the burn is back, shooting straight up my spine as I arch to close the distance between us.
Sharp spikes of pain from Curtis’s intrusion into my virgin hole only slow me down for a second. White hot as it feels, the pain only drives my frantic kisses into a more frenzied pace while my body adjusts to his girth. With a sheen of sweat coating my body, I bear down on his dick, forcing him all the way in.
“Are you okay?” His voice is thick and low, and just the sound of it makes my balls draw tight.
“Yes.” I take shallow breaths against his mouth, angling my hips so he can get even deeper.
More.
With the heels of my feet digging into the small of his back, I pull Curtis against me until his balls slap my ass.
Yes. Right there. That’s what I need.
“Fuck, baby. You're so tight.” Curtis rests his forehead against mine and slows his breathing. “Don't move or I’ll shoot.”
That’s fine with me because I don't think I can move. Between his massive frame holding me in place and the huge cock up my ass, I can barely breathe.
But as soon as Curtis pulls out an inch, I miss him immediately an
d thrust back up to sheathe him once again. Curtis tentatively slides out and then back in, setting a slow and shallow rhythm that brings both pain and pleasure in equal doses until the pain eventually subsides, allowing for the most intensely pleasurable sensations I've ever felt. It’s more than just physical. It’s emotional and spiritual too. I’m completely consumed by this man I’ve only known for a few days and only spoken to for an hour.
After a few more minutes of this delicious torture, Curtis experiments with longer and faster strokes as we both settle into a comfortable rhythm.
God, it feels good.
Beyond good. It’s magical.
I want to come, but I don't want it to end. So, I keep my fists clenched around his comforter, and trust him to take care of me.
“It's coming, baby.” Curtis’s hips slam against my thighs at a faster pace. Every time he's fully seated inside me, the tip of his dick seems to bounce on just the right spot to make any semblance of self-control a fantasy. He’s some kind of sex wizard.
“Do you feel it?” Curtis asks through gritted teeth.
I can't speak. I merely nod and plant my feet on the mattress, holding myself up and forcing him to press against whatever magic button inside me is making my whole body sing. When a thick hand closes around my weeping cock, I know I'm done for.
“I'm coming… Now.”
“Shoot for me, baby.” Curtis pounds into me two more times before his whole body convulses above me, and I erupt, shooting streams of thick cream across my belly and chest.
As my balls are emptying, my ass is filling up. The throbbing spurts from Curtis’s orgasm turns me into a quivering mess of fiery nerves. And then I get even fuller.