Page 13 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

He must have felt it, too. When I got to the point where I was standing and suckling one of his nipples after licking it, because I just couldn’t help myself, he grabbed my face and tilted it up so he could kiss me.

It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. There was so much want and so much affection in the way his tongue plowed into my mouth that I closed my eyes and let go of everything, just feeling the moment.

I could fall in love with this alpha. I could give everything to him and live the rest of my life at his whim. I’d even give him babies, if I still could at my age, if he wanted them, even though I’d never been interested in children before.

“I want you,” Keiran panted, pushing me back against the wet shower wall. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

I felt drugged and happy, almost too much to fully absorb his words. It was so easy for him to lift me and tug my legs apart so he could thrust into me as he braced my back against the shower wall.

My hole was sore and used, but I loved having him fuck me again.

I didn’t know where he got all that energy, not to mention all that cum, but I loved how insatiable he was.

I grunted and moaned as the slap of skin against skin joined the spray of the shower.

As good as the raw sex was, Keiran took it to a whole new level when he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me hard as he thrust.

I threw my arms over his shoulders, surrendering to everything he wanted from me. It was so sweet, so perfect. I was utterly his, without any will of my own, but I’d never felt so full.

He growled as his jerks turned more frantic, then demanded, “Come!” with his jaw clenched.

I obeyed at once, without quibbling over his earlier declaration that my punishment was denial, crying out as my orgasm burst through me. It felt so good that my cry of ecstasy turned into tears of relief as spurt after spurt joined the water flowing between and around us.

It felt different, so much sweeter than kinky, anonymous fantasy sex.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Keiran as we began to float down from the intensity of the orgasm, letting him kiss me and kissing him in return.

We were like two lovers enjoying each other’s company instead of a harsh master and his frightened slave.

When he put me down, it took a minute until I could stand on my own. Once I could, Keiran grabbed a sponge and the soap and proceeded to scrub everything nasty and bad from my body. The care he showed made me feel like he was cleansing my soul as well.

Once the shower was done, he dried me off with one of the thick, fluffy hotel towels like I was the most precious thing he owned. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to do anything but let him pamper me.

“Let’s grab breakfast,” he said softly, kissing my cheek and leading me out of the bathroom once he was done.

We both dressed in hotel robes, then headed out of the bedroom and into the main part of the suite. I wanted to go to my knees and just gaze adoringly up at Keiran once we were in the small kitchen area, but he pointed for me to have a seat at the table instead.

A few minutes later, we both had coffee and some of the complimentary pastries that came with the suite in front of us.

“How are you feeling?” Keiran asked, a look of protective concern in his eyes as he sipped his coffee.

I smirked softly. “We’re out of the scene right now, aren’t we.”

Keiran laughed, the warm sound making him seem younger again. “Yeah, I guess we are. Are you okay with that?”

I thought about it for a moment. I’d agreed to help test the omega auction format because I wanted to fall so deep into a sadistic scene that I would forget myself and my wretchedness. Instead, I’d slammed straight into the reality of my failures and what they really meant.

“I’m okay with that,” I said quietly.

Tentatively, I slid a hand across the table toward him, reaching for more than just his hand.

Keiran smiled, immediately setting his coffee down and sliding his hand to twine his fingers with mine.

“Good,” he said, meeting my gaze and holding it with so much affection.

“I really like this,” I said, still feeling too raw and vulnerable to speak loudly. “This morning, that shower, that’s what I needed.”

Keiran’s smile widened. “Not flogging and caning and forced heat?” he asked, teasing me.

I laughed bashfully, tilting my head down, then meeting his gaze again. “I need that, too, but for different reasons than I thought.”

“Ah, so you are a kinky little slut after all,” he said, eyes twinkling.

My heart swelled and danced and felt like it might burst into a million pieces of glitter. Was this what falling in love was supposed to feel like?

“Yeah, I’ve always been a bit of a pain and humiliation whore,” I confessed, feeling my face heat. “I don’t know why, but it’s always gotten me off.”

Keiran huffed a soft laugh. “You don’t have to know why. I don’t know why I love being cruel to be kind.” He shrugged a little to emphasize that.

We played with each other’s fingers for a few more seconds before my face pinched a little as reality bit at my heels.

“I still feel ashamed of what happened,” I said. I knew I didn’t have to explain more.

Keiran nodded, shifting so he held my hand tightly. “That’s okay,” he said. “You’ll probably have feelings about that day for a long time. Are you in therapy?”

I winced. “I’m supposed to be. I’ve been dragging my heels about it, though.”

“I know some people,” Keiran said. “I have a lot of connections to therapists because of my job. I could help you find someone.”

A second later, he shook his head and said, “Sorry. That’s overstepping.”

“No,” I said, tightening my grip on his hand as he started to pull it away. “No, I want your help.”

Keiran relaxed, holding my hand in both of his. “I’ll help you in any way you want, baby,” he said.

I sucked in a breath, feeling like I was about to jump off a cliff.

“This,” I said, grasping his hands with both of mine. I watched them for a minute before dragging my eyes up to look at his. “I want this. I want to continue to be your slave, your omega.”

Heat and uncertainty immediately flooded me. I’d said too much, overstepped the scene by way more than I should have. Keiran would think I was a fool. He would reject me, and I would?—

“Yeah, I’d like that, too,” he said.

I gusted out a breath and snapped straight, looking at him like I’d heard him wrong.

“I mean, I’d like to maybe continue to see you outside of the Dark Fantasies Club,” I said, clarifying. “I…I like you, Keiran. I feel a connection to you. I feel so safe and secure as your sub, and…and I think we could be friends, too.”

Keiran’s smile seemed to take over his whole face, his whole body. His hands around mine were tight and warm.

“I think we could be more than that,” he said. “Call me corny, but you feel like a puzzle piece that fits with mine, that fits with me.”

“Yes,” I breathed out heavily. “That’s exactly what it feels like. But I can’t explain it. I don’t know why. My whole life is in turmoil, but I’ve never felt as good as I did licking your feet. Is that weird?” I asked immediately. “Part of me feels like that’s weird and wrong.”

Keiran shook his head. “It’s not weird and wrong if it makes you feel good and calm.”

“It does,” I said, blinking over how thoroughly I felt like he understood.

“I…I want to serve your needs. I know that sounds weird, too, and maybe it wouldn’t be all the time.

I’ve got a life and a job to go back to—” and for the first time since the incident, I wanted to go back to that job and prove, once again, that I could do it, “—but I want you in it.”

Keiran laughed lightly. “You just want me in you,” he teased.

I laughed as well, feeling like the vibrating tension between us had broken. “Yes, master. Of course, master,” I teased right back, adding a wink. “I’m not going to suddenly not be kinky just because I’ve finally met an alpha I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.”

A second after the words left my mouth, I worried they were too much.

“I mean…I wasn’t saying…if it’s too much….”

“Shh,” Keiran calmed me, reaching to stroke the side of my face. “I feel it, too. You don’t have to hide those particular feelings.”

I smiled. How had the worst time in my life turned into the best thing that had ever happened to me?

“So….” I hesitated, but forced myself to go on. “So after we’re done playing here, can I see you again? Can I see you a lot?”

Keiran laughed. “Absolutely,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than to see you again. A lot.”

I let out a breath of so much relief I was surprised my bones didn’t dissolve. “It’s a date, then,” I said, smiling.

“It’s a date,” Keiran repeated, winking at me.

He let go of my hands and pushed his chair back. When he stood, he was right back in his cruel prince persona.

“Now get up, boy. I’m not done playing with you yet. I want to see that back and ass of yours red and striped from my cane, and then painted with my cum.”

“Yes, master,” I said, rising breathlessly from my chair and standing face to face with Keiran.

The two of us grinned at each other, and my heart felt light. His felt light as well. I could feel his soul as the first, fragile threads of what I was certain could become a strong, lifelong bond swirled and took hold between us.

I still had a lot of healing to do. I was certain I’d have rough moments again, especially when I headed back to work in a few weeks. But I’d found Keiran.

Something new had just begun between us, and I was certain it would last beyond a hot fantasy and into the rest of our lives.

I hope you’ve enjoyed Keiran and Darby’s story!