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MORTON

In the middle of the night, I heard him again, just a soft moan.

I sat up on the bed. Black shadows flew by the window as the train rushed through the endless forests.

I hit the light switch, and pale light filled the bedroom.

My reflection in the double-layered glass window was a little blurry.

I looked the way I felt: confused, harried, a mess. My hair stuck out in all directions.

Oh, Jamie. How could I work with him so close to me day in and day out? Was he touching himself again? It might make me a pervert, but I couldn’t wait to hear his ecstatic cries. I palmed my dick through my pajama pants.

Another moan came through the thin wall, except this one didn’t sound like pleasure. It was more like a sob. I strained to listen.

What the hell? Someone seemed to be weeping right outside the door.

Wearing only my pajama pants, I scrambled off the bed. I burst out of the bedroom and froze.

Jamie sat on the bench in the front coupé, feet up, curled into a ball. Hugging his knees, he hid his face between them. He let out a whimper. A weak night light cast a yellow sheen on his huddling figure.

“Jamie?”

Slowly, he lifted his face. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks blotchy, and his chin trembled.

“What’s going on?”

He didn’t reply. He just gawked at me as more tears streamed down his cheeks. I’d never known a pain like this. Seeing him cry terrified me on a visceral level.

On instinct, I fell to my knees before him and reached out to hug him. I stopped myself at the last second.

And I inhaled, as one does.

His scent burned through my airways, and I tasted it on my tongue. My mouth flooded with saliva, and my stomach clenched with a hunger no amount of food could ever satisfy.

I knew before he said it.

“I’m going into heat.” Jamie hiccuped and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Gaping, I stared at his tear-stained face. His pheromones were already raging through my system. He smelled like paradise… the kind where gods and fairies held orgies. My cock responded immediately, tenting my pajamas as it strained toward him.

Jamie was going into heat.

On a night train in a two-bedroom carriage. Stuck. With me.

I had nothing.

Zero.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” His voice broke, and he continued in a whisper. “My heats are irregular, but I didn’t know. This is way too soon. I really had no idea. Really.”

Sniffling, he rocked back and forth.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hartley. It’s starting to hurt, and I don’t know what to do.”

He shuddered and wiped his cheeks. The tears kept coming.

I knelt there like a statue, my hands trembling in midair.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” His expression crumbled into a painful grimace.

Oh Lord.

The sight of him and the sound of his broken voice hurt like a fucking fist squeezing my heart.

“Please, don’t cry.”

He let out a broken laugh. And I felt like an idiot, telling him not to cry. What was he supposed to do?

“Jamie, I…” I cupped his shoulders and stroked up and down his arms. Up again. To his neck. Until I held his cheek.

His red-rimmed eyes widened as he stared at me.

I brushed the corner of his lips with my thumb.

What the fuck was I doing? He was at his most vulnerable. He didn’t have any options. Not out here.

He was stuck with me, and I would take advantage of that? What was wrong with me?

The fist holding my heart squeezed again.

“Don’t cry, baby,” I murmured.

Jamie held my gaze. His lips parted. Then he slowly blinked, and his gaze dropped to my mouth.

We were both thinking the same thing. The solution was obvious. Did he want me? Would he have wanted me if he’d had a choice?

“Jamie…”

I wanted to ask. I was about to. But before I could, he launched himself at me.

His mouth collided with mine, and he locked his arms around my neck. The kisses were wild, all teeth and sucking lips, and I couldn’t get enough. He tasted of salt, of his tears, but he wasn’t crying anymore. He was kissing me with all his might.

I grabbed him by his ass and pulled him into my lap until he straddled me on the floor. He ground down on my hard dick and sucked on my tongue.

His pajama pants were wet, soaked through with slick. I grasped his waistband and tugged, but I couldn’t get them off in this position. Jamie bucked, moaning into my mouth.

“Please!” he cried.

“Off. Need these off. And bed.”

He scrambled up and tore his T-shirt over his head. Swaying, he almost fell before I caught him around his waist. Kneeling at his feet, I nuzzled his belly as I dragged his pajama pants down his legs.

I had him naked in my arms, smelling of heat, and it occurred to me his slick and cum would taste like melted butter and cream. I’d lick him all over.

His cock was hard, curving up, slender but long for an omega. Bigger than I’d imagined. I sucked it into my mouth, and it nudged my throat.

Jamie cried out and tugged on my hair.

“Need you… in my hole…”

I shot up and pushed him to my bedroom. The door was ajar. We stumbled through it, and Jamie fell backward on the bed. He scooted toward the headboard and spread his legs.

I took a second to admire his splayed body.

He had gorgeous nipples, large and dark, his pecs full, and I immediately imagined sucking them. But Jamie grabbed his legs under his knees and folded himself in half, exposing his crease.

Sweet heaven. Smooth, pale, baby pink, youthful. He had the ass of a porn star. The rim was glistening in the bright light.

“Please!”

His urgent cry spurred me into action. I’d taste him later.

Leaving my pajama pants on the floor, I crawled on the bed until my cock kissed his opening.

“It hurts. Please, Mr. Hartley.”

He called me that .

Why did that make my dick throb?

Only a slight push and I was inside. Jamie let out a loud moan, and I kept inching deeper. And deeper. Until I was nestled in him to the hilt.

His face was the most beautiful thing in the universe. In seconds, all the tension and fear were wiped out. He smiled softly, and his eyelids drooped halfway. With my hands framing his head, I stared down at him as I gave him the first thrust and the second.

Jamie licked his lips. His eyes were still red, but his features softened with lazy satisfaction. I thrust again, and his mouth opened. He tilted his head back and moaned louder.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. More.”

He was so slick it leaked out around the base of my dick.

“Harder,” he breathed. “Please. Harder.”

I obliged. I gave him a few harsh fucks, my skin slapping against his ass cheeks. He scrunched his eyebrows together and cried out.

And he came.

His hole clenched around my dick, and his delectable cock spat cum over his smooth belly. God, it even smelled like cream. I wanted to eat it, but then I would probably knot him already.

“Oh yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Aaaaah.”

Another orgasm right after the first. His ass squelched with wetness.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Jamie.”

I sped up even more, and he rewarded me with a third wave of pleasure, arching back, his throat exposed.

I had to slow down, or I’d lose it.

Circling my hips, I savored the heated, slippery flesh hugging my dick. I pressed into him to the root and paused. With a satisfied sigh, Jamie let go of his legs.

The fullness must have soothed him. He hummed contentedly, stroking my arms where I braced myself above him.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yes. I can feel you so deep inside me. I love that.”

His eyes remained closed.

He’d need me to start moving soon, but for now, he seemed happy to just be. Joined, we hovered in the eye of the storm.

I was memorizing details. I wouldn’t think about whether this was right or wrong. I’d been in love with this boy for years, and for a few minutes, I got to own him. I would make the most of every second.

He was breathtaking. The flush of arousal glowed on his pale skin. His chest glistened with wetness, and I gasped when I realized something was leaking out of his nipples.

“Jamie? What is that?”

His eyebrows scrunched together, and he brushed his hands over his pecs. “Milk. I’m lactating.”

Oh.

I’d heard about that. Some omegas had milk throughout their lives, but it was rare. I’d never been with someone like that. I swallowed the excess saliva in my mouth. He palmed his round pecs, hiding them from me.

“No! I want to see,” I blurted.

I began fucking him with slow, gentle thrusts as Jamie moved his hands under his pecs. Gazing up at me, he slowly lifted them, making his nipples stick out. The sweet scent of cream in the air intensified.

“You like them?” he breathed, seeming unsure.

“Love them.” On Jamie’s narrow torso, his large pecs looked almost crude.

Provocative to the extreme and oh so tantalizing.

The way he held them seemed as if he were offering them to me…

One day, I’d be able to tell him more eloquently how arousing his tits were to me, but speaking was difficult when his heat messed with my brain.

He squeezed, and a few white drops bubbled up.

Oh my fucking… “That’s beautiful, Jamie.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yes. Can I…?”

Jamie’s gaze dropped to my lips. “Please. Suck them.”

Fuck!

I gripped his hips and pulled them toward me as I sat on my haunches.

His lower back over my knees and head on the mattress, he bowed back, spreading his arms. I bent over and closed my lips around his left nipple.

The milk clinging to it tasted like liquid joy.

I licked the nub, then opened my mouth wider.

On the first suck, the flavor burst onto my tongue, and I swallowed compulsively. I’d never tasted anything as delicious as this.

A raw groan rumbled through me.

Jamie moaned blissfully when the milk sprayed into my mouth.

“Oh please, don’t stop! Please!”

All the demons in hell!

I was balls deep inside an omega in heat, and he was nursing me. I’d never even imagined something as hot as this. He was a miracle.

My hips bucked of their own volition.