Page 21 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

Aidyn

S leeping with male Betas poses a low risk to Omegas.

There has never been a record of male Betas impregnating Omegas, male or female.

The biggest risk in sleeping with a Beta is the potential for STIs.

Because of the fact that there is no fear of impregnation, my partners over the past few years have been Betas, with the most recent one being the night before I entered Luke’s classroom, and my life changed.

The last time I was knotted was by a sheath Erik used when I went into heat between new medications, and it was an emergency, but that was a year ago and a necessary mistake I would never repeat again.

So when Luke pushed into me the next morning, everything felt different.

My hole was sore from the stretch his large knot had given me the night before, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred before finally giving way to pure pleasure.

I must’ve dozed off after sex, and I had been sleeping on my stomach.

Before he pressed into me, Luke had applied some lubricant to the condom, and it took a moment for my body to register what was happening before it finally provided slick for Luke, allowing him to slide in deeper.

“I’m sorry, little fawn,” Luke moaned above me, kissing my shoulder and resting his forehead between my shoulder blades. “Waking next to you naked in my bed made me want to claim you again.”

I let go of the pillow that I was clutching tightly and reached out for his wrist, finally opening my eyes to look at him behind me, my hips arching upwards into him, opening my body to him.

“Never apologize for claiming what’s yours,” I moaned.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, his weight dropping onto me. I tilted my head back so that he could press his face into my neck, covering the flesh in licks and kisses. “Your hole is so soft and greedy for my cock, it doesn’t want to let me go.”

Using my inner muscles, I squeezed around his cock, enjoying the stutter to his breathing as I did so.

I did it again, and this time, he pulled out, flipping me over onto my back and hitching my legs into the crook of his arms before sliding back in, pushing deep into my body until I saw stars.

The position lowered my hips, and his cock hit familiar places differently, my channel slightly tighter.

It also meant I was facing him directly, his eyes watching me intently as his hips bounced off mine.

I reached up to cup Luke’s face, my Omega purring at seeing his Alpha take pleasure in our body, and his Alpha responded with his own call, leaning down to nuzzle into my neck, scent marking me.

My Omega loved him already, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words openly.

A little voice in the back of my head laughed at me, calling me pathetic and na?ve.

That I was falling too fast, and it would burn out quickly.

He would grow tired of the novelty that I was, and after he helped me, he would leave me.

My chest felt tight, and my moan sounded more like a heavy whimper as a wave of anxiety washed over me, clouding the pleasure he gave me.

Luke raked his nails across the underside of my thighs, his nails digging into the flesh and leaving red lines from my ass to the back of my knees.

It was a feeling I had never felt before.

No other partner had done this, and my body shuddered in response, squirming slightly until he did it again, and I wiggled.

It was strangely pleasurable, my body lighting up at the touch.

“Come back to me, little Omega.” Luke hummed, raising my leg to nip at my calf.

I hadn’t been aware that my insecurity had caused my purr to go silent, the first indicator that my brain wasn’t allowing me to be in the moment with him.

He was still inside me, but he had stopped moving, watching me to make sure I was okay and waiting for me to tell him to stop, his eyes full of concern.

I shook my head and smiled, leaning upwards to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss.

He grunted in surprise and began moving again, slowly as he pressed into the kiss and gave my leaking cock something to grind up against, smearing pre-cum across our abdomens, tempo slow and intimate.

His pheromones engulfed me, and I released mine in response, drowning us in our scents as I reached my climax, my seed erupting between us and triggering Luke’s release.

I could feel the knot at the base of his cock, outside of my body, but pushed snugly against my opening as he held himself back from pushing it into me.

I ground my ass against it, desperate to be filled by him, until he gripped my hips tightly, forcing me to stop, a slow, exasperated chuckle erupting from his throat.

He withdrew from me slowly, peeling off the condom and tying a knot into the end before he leaned over to kiss me.

He instructed me not to move and that he would be right back before stepping off the bed and disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

I immediately felt his absence. My body felt empty without him inside me, and when he stepped into the bathroom, my Omega panicked when we couldn’t see him again.

Sex often leaves one feeling vulnerable, and a kaleidoscope of emotions washed through me.

Logically, I knew we weren’t being abandoned; he was tossing the condom and would be back like he had said, but my Omega wanted to watch him, see him.

The echoing of the emotions and thoughts I had only a moment ago fueled the uncertainty.

We had said a lot of things in the heat of the moment, I rationalized.

I told him I was his to claim, and he called me beautiful and his.

There was no way he seriously meant any of that.

He’d say the same thing if it was any other Omega, wouldn’t he?

After all, he didn’t knot me just then. Did he not want to, or did he have his first knotting and decided it wasn’t for him? Can you be horrible at being knotted?

When Luke stepped back into the room I felt my Omega relax slightly, comforted by the sight of him, now in clean boxers and a wet washcloth in hand.

However, it did little ease the panic that was inside me, fearing I had done something wrong.

Sitting beside me on the bed, I watched his movements as he gently cleaned my stomach free of cum with the warm cloth before taking my cock and cleaning it off as well.

Instructing me to roll over onto my stomach, he continued to clean me, sliding the cloth between my ass to remove any traces of lube and slick.

Never, in the history of my past lovers, including Erik, had they cleaned me up afterward.

It’s as if etiquette and care go out the window when it’s a one-night stand, yet here Luke was, doing the basic level of care.

Burying my face back in the pillow, I was unable to suppress the purred moan that escaped me as he pressed the warm cloth against my entrance.

Once he was satisfied I was clean, he tossed the cloth into the laundry basket by the door and got back into bed, pulling me into his arms as he kissed the back of my neck, his low Alpha purr rumbling against my back.

I was so full of emotions and thoughts that I was numb.

I didn’t understand what was going on with me; the only thing I could do was curl up against him.

Matching my position, he curled around me, molding to my body shape.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke to the scent of coffee.

Sitting up, I reached for my phone to discover that it was a little after ten in the morning and a text from Erik that read that he would be staying at his parent’s place until the evening to help his father out with some yard work.

Setting my phone down on the bed, I looked around the bedroom, finally taking in his simple decor.

The bed sat against the far wall, with the bedroom doors almost directly across from it.

A dresser sat beside a wall of windows that led to a balcony, and from the height, I estimated that we were about three or four floors up, on the top floor.

There was a bathroom that I noticed earlier to the left of the bed, with a full-length mirror on a sliver of wall between the bathroom door and the bedroom door.

At the foot of the bed was a set of cushioned benches, and I found a set of clothing folded on one of them.

Pushing back the sheets, I grabbed my glasses off the bedside table and put them on.

Reaching for the clothing, I found them to be a navy undershirt and a pair of boxers.

I lifted the clothing to my nose and inhaled Luke’s scent.

The bedroom smelled of us and sex. The idea of washing him from my body created an emotion that I couldn’t quite put words to.

Irritation? Annoyance? Offensive? Either way, it didn’t make me happy, and I was grateful that Erik couldn’t smell pheromones so I could wear Luke’s scent home.

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed a series of light bruises and bite marks decorated my collarbone and breast, bruises marrying my hips.

The largest bruise was on my inner thigh and the slightest imprint of teeth lay in the middle of the bruise.

My fingers danced across this one, wincing at my weird brain telling me to poke it, and I listened to it.

The mark was in a position that hinted I would feel it if my thighs brushed each other.

Our Alpha had marked us, and my Omega loved the idea.