Page 11 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

CHAPTER SIX

Boston

Best three days of my life, hands down. The auction event was only supposed to last twenty-four hours, but as soon as I called down to the front desk the morning after Lucien’s first round of heat waves, while he was sleeping, to inform them Lucien had gone into heat, the lodge extended my reservation for as long as Lucien’s heat lasted.

“You aren’t the only couple to run into this,” Caden Kuhl told me when I spoke briefly to him, after making arrangements with the lodge’s staff.

“A few other omegas have gone into heat, too. This is why we have Kincade Slopes booked for the whole week. So don’t feel you have to rush through anything to protect anyone’s anonymity.

I’ll have Lucien’s belongings brought to your suite sometime today. ”

The DFC took care of everything. That was why I felt fine putting my trust, and more importantly, Lucien’s trust, in them.

A bag with Lucien’s clothes, keys, wallet, and phone were dropped off at the suite while Lucien was sleeping off a particularly brutal, and fun, wave on the second day along with a note that his car had been moved to the lodge’s parking lot.

Everything was taken care of so that I could take care of Lucien. Once we set all our worries and concerns aside, he really needed taking care of. In every sense of the word.

“Tight enough for you, omega?” I taunted him as I adjusted the ropes that had him contorted in a position that had him sweating and panting with exertion as he lay balanced against the St. Andrew’s Cross.

The suite didn’t have any hooks in the ceiling strong enough to hold his weight, so I’d had to make do with what I had by restraining him to the cross. I’d moved the cross in front of the massive picture windows for extra effect, too. Lucien looked beautiful framed against the mountain vista.

Lucien breathed heavily and trembled slightly in his painful pose, all while his pretty, omega cock stood out in front of him and his hole dripped slick onto the cross’s black leather. He let out a moan that told me another heat wave had just crashed into him.

“Omegas who don’t get pregnant when they’re supposed to don’t get to be fucked through heat,” I said, standing in front of him with my arms crossed and my stance open. “You’ve been a big disappointment.”

Lucien whimpered and lowered his head as much as he was able to in his bonds. Tears streaked down his face, and for a second, I thought I’d gone too far with the scene. I trusted that he would safe-word if I pushed too much, but it was his third day of heat, and he might have been too exhausted.

“Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong,” I said, dropping my arms and stroking my erection with one hand. “Maybe I’ve been coming in the wrong hole. Is that the problem, omega?”

It was getting harder to taunt Lucien when what I really wanted to do was fuck him and praise him and push his limits that way. The scene I’d created for the event wasn’t exactly my usual Dom style.

I stepped up to the cross and grabbed a handful of Lucien’s hair with my free hand. “Is that the problem, omega?” I asked, still stroking myself. “Maybe I need to use that pretty mouth of yours instead.”

Lucien made a sound that was part sob, part begging, and all amazing. I quickly adjusted the ropes holding him against the cross so his head dropped to the level of my cock. Once I had him secured there, I grabbed his hair again and fed him my whole length.

“That’s it,” I groaned, overcome with pleasure. Lucien’s mouth was so warm and wet, and he sucked like a pro. “Good boy.”

I lost myself a little in fucking his mouth.

The garbled, squelchy sounds he made as he swallowed, his heat negating his gag reflex, spurred me on.

In no time, I was shooting down his throat, then I pulled back to rub the last of my load out over his face.

Once I’d given him everything, I crouched in front of him, grabbed his messy face, and tilted it up to me.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I said, then slammed my mouth over his.

I hadn’t kissed him through the entire, three-day scene we’d just played. I hadn’t felt the urge to until that moment. Lucien was perfect, though. Perfect enough to make me throw my usual internal rules about playtimes out the window.

Surprisingly, Lucien kissed me back just as hungrily as he’d sucked my cock. He was breathless and made sounds of pain and pleasure as our mouths mated. He really was one of the hardest players I’d ever had been with, and there were no words for how much I admired that.

“I’m…I’m on fire,” he groaned, tugging and wriggling in his bonds.

He must have been, because anyone who had played as much as Lucien had, which we’d talked about in a few brief moments between heats in the last twenty-four hours, knew better than to struggle against rope.

Fortunately, putting out fires is what I did best.

“Then give up and give everything to me,” I said, still clasping his face.

Lucien tensed for a second, then blew out a breath and let everything go with it. His body went limp in the ropes and his eyes filled with submissive adoration.

I couldn’t resist any of it. As fast as I could while being safe and careful, I freed him from the knots and hitches I’d tied him in.

When his restraints were loose enough, he fell into my arms, groaning as blood and movement returned to the limbs I’d controlled.

I lifted him gently and carried him into the bedroom, laying him on the bed.

I took a few more minutes to remove the rest of the rope, but I could tell by the way he squirmed and arched his hips off the bed that the heat wave still had him in its grip.

It had been three days and the waves had been farther and farther apart.

I had a feeling this one could be the last of them, and I wanted to do something a little different.

“I’ve got you,” I said, stepping back over to the bureau to fetch the bottle of spermicide.

Lucien had better be almost done with his heat, because there wasn’t a lot of spermicide gel left.

I shook the bottle and squirted what I could on my hand, then headed back to the bed.

“You’ve been a good fuck toy,” I said, keeping to the scene just a little, “and good omegas get rewarded.”

“I…I’ll be good,” Lucien panted, rolling over and presenting his red, used hole, like I’d finally broken his will and he was mine to do with as I pleased.

“You were always good,” I said with a grin, climbing onto the bed behind him.

He was sensitive to touch as I spread the last of the spermicide over his hole then used my fingers to push it in. Lucien moaned and rocked back on my hand slightly. He was way too sore and tender for me to fist him, but that wasn’t what I wanted to do just then anyhow.

“No,” I said, grabbing his hip and side and turning him to his back again. “That’s not what I want.”

He gave me a confused look that wasn’t really in character anymore. I grinned and pushed his thighs apart before nestling between them.

“You deserve something much nicer for proving you were worth every cent I paid for you,” I said. I scooped my arms under his thighs, rolling his hips up a bit, then positioned myself and sank slowly into him.

Lucien called out wordlessly, tilting his head back and panting as I thrust deep into him.

Once lodged to the hilt, I adjusted so I spread over him, our faces close together.

When I eased up a bit before pushing back in, Lucien’s eyes went wide and he let out a sinful cry.

He was so beautiful as he let passion wash over him that I broke my rules again and captured his mouth in a possessive kiss.

Things escalated from there. Lucien wrapped his legs around me and dug his fingertips into my sides and back as I rocked slowly, making love to him instead of just fucking him silly.

It was hot, sensual, and just as effective as anything else we’d done.

Best of all, Lucien was so, so vulnerable as I mastered him, like he was giving himself to me in ways he didn’t entirely understand.

It was everything my perfect omega should be.

I wasn’t surprised at all when his womb opened readily for me, or when its opening clamped around the head of my cock, prompting me to spill everything straight into him.

The breeding orgasm that accompanied the moment was like being swallowed in light and heat instead of being caught in an explosion.

It was every bit as intense, but it wasn’t violent. It was perfect.

I felt something calling to me from the center of that wild orgasm.

Something was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach right back for it.

I could feel strands like light weaving their way around me and Lucien, or at least trying to.

I didn’t need to see or hear or even feel Lucien.

For a moment, I could perceive everything about him.

It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab hold of that and wrap myself in it like a blanket.

Obviously, I’d never bonded with an omega before, but reason told me that’s what was calling to me.

I hadn’t discussed it in advance with Lucien, though.

He had a life, a high-profile life, and a calling.

It would have been a searing violation for me to just bond with him, just like that.

I focused on the physical pleasure of my knot swelling and locking us together.

I had to shut my eyes and tense against the overwhelming pull to bond.

It was like holding back the tide with my body, but eventually the urgency of the moment passed, leaving the two of us sweaty and tangled together as Lucien’s heat subsided.

As soon as I had the strength, I rolled to my back, taking Lucien with me so he could lie splayed over me, our bodies still joined. The movement caused him to burst with aftershock orgasm, but it wasn’t as strong as the rest of his heat waves.