Page 10 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

I cried out in ecstasy, bearing down on him as his thick spear pushed up hard into me.

It felt entirely different without the condom.

I could feel his skin, absorb all the hormones that skin-to-skin contact gave me.

It was like I’d been waiting my entire life for that moment when he filled and claimed me.

“Fuck, Lucien,” Boston grunted, thrusting harder and deeper into me.

The immediate contact must have done something for him, too.

I thought he was going to split me in two with the force of his thrusts.

My hamstrings ached as he pushed my thighs wider so he could go deeper.

His cock head pounded against the opening of my womb, causing a whole other level of sensation that had me losing my mind.

And then it happened. He reached up to rake his fingernails down my sore, welted back, and I went incandescent.

The slice of pain added to the pleasure building in me, and everything exploded.

My womb opened up as he punched past its tight opening, and it felt like my soul blossomed into some kind of blazing flower with it.

I’d had a few breeding orgasms in my life, but none of them had ever been like that.

I screamed with the pleasure of having Boston so thoroughly inside me.

I felt every burst of his seed as it hit the long-dormant part of my core, ballooning it with his essence.

My vision went black, then filled with colors as the most essential parts of us blended.

When his knot formed, locking us in that bliss, I thought I was going to lose my mind.

I don’t know how long it went on, it seemed like forever, but when awareness of the world around me finally returned, I was limp and splayed across Boston’s chest. Both of us were panting, and we were still joined.

Every breath caused pleasure to reverberate through me again.

I could feel his cock inside me, its head trapped inside my womb, as intensely as I could feel my own body.

“Wow,” Boston gasped. “If I’d’ve known…wouldn’t have…condom.”

I was too far gone to laugh at his comment. I was way too deep into subspace, too. I existed for him. My body was a sleeve for his lust and nothing more. All I wanted to do was please him and earn the reward of carrying his baby for my efforts.

I blinked. His baby? No, that wasn’t what I wanted. Maybe someday, but I had a world-class skating career to get through first.

Boston grabbed my sore ass in both of his hands and squeezed. “Worth every penny,” he growled, thrusting a few times, even though his knot was going down. “But I don’t feel any baby in there.”

I gasped and pushed up a little as a real wave of shame coursed through me. I had to blink it away and remember the forced breeding was all part of the scene, we were playing, and none of this was real.

It felt so incredibly real.

“You know what that means,” Boston went on.

He pushed me so that his softened cock slipped out of me, a fountain of slick and cum leaking out as well and making a mess of his groin. “No, no!” I panted, but not because of the punishment I knew would come next. The line between fantasy and reality was way too blurred in my head.

Boston muscled himself up from the chaise, taking me with him. I was way too subby after the breeding orgasm to fight him, even to pretend. I only moaned as he carried me into the bedroom, then threw me over the bed face down.

“I paid twenty-one million to fill that womb of yours with a baby,” he said, leaving me on the bed for a second and fetching something, a crop, from the bureau. “I intend to make my investment pay.”

Boston was as good with the crop as he was with the flogger. He smacked it over my thighs and ass as I knelt shakily on all fours across the foot of the bed. I could tell he was going a little bit easy on me, but the punishment did exactly what it was supposed to do.

“Oh, God!” I gasped as another heat wave swamped me.

“That’s my omega,” Boston rumbled as he peppered my backside with more blows. “What is Daddy going to say when he knows punishments make you horny?”

I groaned as my arms gave out and my upper body slumped to the bed, leaving my hips elevated in the omega mating pose.

Honestly, I’d never, ever thought about my father when I’d played before.

It had never dawned on me to heighten my fantasies by wondering what he would think.

But I loved the idea that he would be disgusted by me.

I loved the possibility that he would think I was so bent that he would shove me aside and—

That thought was cut short as Boston grabbed my hips and shoved mercilessly into me, like he couldn’t help himself.

God, I loved it! Face down, ass up as an alpha rearranged my insides.

No, not any alpha, Boston. My alpha. I went completely limp, losing myself in the way he filled me.

I was his, his omega, his womb to fill. His.

Only Boston could soothe the soul-deep ache that consumed me.

Once again, he punched right through the entrance to my womb with a shout and started to pump me full of his seed. My body shuddered into orgasm in response and I cried out over and over in time to his thrusts, mindless as pleasure turned my whole existence into light.

Yes. I wanted this. I wanted his baby in me.

I wanted him to force me to carry his child.

My body wanted it and my soul wanted it.

Fuck skating, I was born to be a papa. Papa to Boston’s babies.

I prayed for it as my soul turned inside out with pleasure.

I hoped to God Boston had forgotten the spermicide or that his seed and my need were more powerful than any chemical.

I wanted to belong fully to Boston, more than anything else.

Slowly, the pleasure began to subside. I found myself lying on my side in Boston’s arms, his entire body wrapped protectively around me.

We were both hot, sweaty, and out of breath.

His knot filled me to the point of pain, but it also brought aftershock orgasms every time he moved, even just a little.

My moans of pleasure turned into purrs as exhaustion took over.

“That was amazing,” Boston panted, holding me tighter. “You’re incredible.”

I hummed, but couldn’t form words. I wanted to tell Boston that he was the incredible one.

A few minutes later, when we were both close to breathing normally, Boston asked, “Do you think you can sleep for a while? We’ve been going at it pretty hardcore for more than twelve hours. We really should rest. And eat.”

I nodded and immediately let myself go toward sleep.

Before I fell asleep completely, though, my eyes snapped open.

Babies? I wanted babies more than I wanted to skate? No, I didn’t! I’d spent my entire life working toward a gold medal in the Winter Games. What the hell was I thinking, being ready to give it all up for a few welts on my back and a breeding orgasm?

“You okay?” Boston asked groggily. His knot had gone down and he’d slipped out of me, but he still held me close and must have felt me tense.

“Yeah,” I said, laughing weakly and shaking my head. I twisted, wincing with pain as I did, and adjusted to sleep in his arms facing him. “Heat is just fucking with my head is all.”

Boston chuckled warmly. “I thought fucking with you was my job.”

I grinned and snuggled against his broad, hairy chest. “It is,” I mumbled as the weight of sleep pushed down on me. “Definitely your job. Forever.”

I was too far gone with sleep to really think about those words, but I definitely felt them.