Page 32 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

I slapped his ass once more before continuing to undress in a hurry. “You don’t get to tell me what you need,” I told him. “This isn’t about you. This is about what I need, and right now, I need to come.”

I let my trousers and underwear drop to the floor and nearly groaned at the feeling of my cock springing free. I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as well, then gave my cock a few strokes while Lucien watched over his shoulder.

I could have just positioned myself behind Lucien, thrust into him, and knotted him within a minute, but we both needed more than that. We were both hard players, and even though Lucien was out of balance and suffering, I knew what he really needed.

Instead of slotting in behind him, I shifted to the foot of the bed.

My bed was just a mattress without any sort of fancy footboard, so the movement put my hips right near Lucien’s face.

I reached over and yanked him closer to me while he was still in the mating position.

He leaned on his right cheek facing me, which meant his left side and all its scarring was on display.

“That’s it, boy,” I said, stroking a hand over his scars as I shoved him back into the pose I wanted him. “You’re my property, bought and paid for, so you’ll keep yourself open to me. Now open that mouth.”

Lucien groaned and tried to hide his face in the bedcovers. I wasn’t having that and slipped my hand between his raised, red asscheeks to thrust my fingers into his sopping wet hole.

That had the effect I wanted. Lucien gasped and groaned at the pleasure I gave him as his heat need took over.

As soon as he opened his mouth, I pushed my cock through his lips.

Once he’d sucked my tip in, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed farther.

It was awkward, but with my fingers pressing deeper into his gaping hole, I thrust into his mouth, making his moans garbled and choked.

It was so good. My omega submitted entirely, letting me use him as a fuck-hole.

He was absolutely gorgeous with my fingers in his raised ass and his mouth stretched around my thick cock.

His sounds of grief and pleasure and surrender added vibration to the tight wetness of his mouth, and in no time at all my body throbbed into orgasm.

“God, yes,” I growled, letting him swallow me for a few seconds before pulling out so I could rub the last of my cum out all over his face. “Such a good boy.”

Lucien gasped and groaned, then stuck his tongue out to try to lick some of the cum that now painted the left side of his face.

The coverlet under his hips was such a mess of slick and his cum that I would probably have to throw it out and get a new one.

I didn’t care. The fact that my rough treatment had made Lucien come was bliss.

“I have more in me,” I panted, pulling my fingers out of his clenching hole and moving to stand behind him. “This is why I like my omegas in heat. You fill my balls with an endless supply of cum, and I want to stuff you full of it whether you want it or not.”

Those last words were ridiculous. It was clear Lucien wanted it.

He gripped the bedcovers and arched his hips higher for me once I was behind him.

His hole was a dark pink, gaping mouth dribbling slick down his thighs, and his slender cock bobbed rigidly under him with his desperate, jerking movements of invitation.

I couldn’t resist that invitation, but rather than plunging right in, I knelt behind him and ran my tongue up over his taint.

Lucien let out a cry as thin cum shot from his cock, then cried even louder when I thrust my tongue into his hole to taste him.

I couldn’t get enough of him as I slurped and licked and thrust my tongue over and over into him.

His slick covered the lower half of my face, but I didn’t care, he was just so sweet.

I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. I stood so fast I nearly toppled over and grabbed Lucien’s hips hard. I pulled him back right onto my leaking tip, and with a minimal amount of guidance, I thrust mercilessly into him.

Lucien screamed out and gripped the bedcovers so hard I thought he might rip them as I pushed deeper and deeper into him.

I wasn’t kind or gentle. He didn’t want or need that.

I fucked him like a madman, concerned only about bringing myself off using his body.

The friction was amazing, but lessened slightly by the sheer volume of slick pouring from him.

When I was as deep as I could go, I cried out loud enough to wake the neighbors as my knot swelled to lock us together and as what felt like another gallon of cum shot out of me and up against his closed womb.

I kept moving, sending him into wave after wave of orgasm, until I was so wrung out that my legs wouldn’t support me anymore.

I rolled forward and onto my side on the bed, taking Lucien with me.

I loved the feeling of my knot swollen large inside him, trapping our bodies together.

I wrapped my legs around his and my arms around his chest to keep us joined as tightly as possible and continued to jerk into him specifically so I could provoke as many aftershock orgasms in him as possible.

He groaned with them, like they were too much and exactly what he wanted at the same time.

“You are mine,” I growled against his mangled ear as I pumped a few more times, until he was crying with the pleasure of continuous orgasms. “I own you. Your body is mine to use as I please.”

Lucien moaned, his body loose with complete surrender. It was amazing.

I couldn’t keep it up for long. I was exhausted, and after a minute or so, all I wanted to do was lie there with my omega in my arms, my knot still filling him. We couldn’t just check out, though. Not when we had things we needed to talk about.

“Yes,” I said as soon as I could breathe normally again.

“Your father offered me money way back at the beginning to play out the story he wanted to spin for himself.” Lucien made a sound and tried to squirm, but I tightened my hold around him.

“We both know your father is a self-serving jerk who wants his own way in everything, but I thought you knew I wasn’t like that at all. ”

Lucien stopped squirming. He was perfectly still for a moment before turning his face to look up over his shoulder at me. “I know,” he said, his voice small and fraught.

“Do you?” I asked, pressing my cock deeper into him.

He moaned but didn’t have another orgasm. “I do,” he said, panting.

“What was I supposed to do?” I asked, probably a little harsher than I needed to, but Lucien’s heat had me in full alpha mode.

“The bastard offered me everything I already wanted and needed. Was I supposed to walk away from you just because he wanted to give me money? Money I did not accept, like I said.”

“No,” Lucien groaned and turned his face back into the bed again.

I reached around and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me again. Oddly enough, he relaxed and smiled at me.

“I love it when you do that, you know,” he said.

Some of the worry I’d trapped inside me released. “Do what?” I asked, grinning back.

“Force me,” he said, more of his old sub sparkle coming back to his eyes. “Use me. Get me out of my head.”

My smile widened. “I don’t want you getting lost in there,” I said, disappointed that I could feel my knot going down already. Then again, this was only the first wave of what could be a three-day fuck-fest.

“I don’t want to get lost either,” Lucien sighed. “But it feels like everything has changed, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“You don’t have to do anything about it,” I said, letting go of his jaw and stroking his side instead, his scarred side.

If Lucien noticed how I was touching him, that I was stroking the roughness of his scars, he didn’t let on. “I have to do something about it if I’m going to show my father that I’m more than just his puppet who he can live vicariously through.”

“Do you really think I’m only with you because of him?” I asked, keeping my body flush against his, even though I slipped out of him.

“No,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “I…I’m sorry I entertained the idea even for a second.”

“Your father is a master manipulator,” I said. “Even the best of us fall for shit like that sometimes. Especially when the nasty things they say confirm some sort of deep fear we’re holding onto?” I arched one eyebrow with the question.

Lucien let out a breath and sagged into the bed. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe you still want me,” he confessed.

“Why?” I asked. “Because of some scar tissue?” When he peeked up over his shoulder at me, I huffed a laugh and went on with, “You realize those scars remind me of how I saved you,” I said with a sly grin.

“Every time I see them, I remember that you might have died in that fire if I hadn’t rushed in, like the massive, handsome hero I am, and snagged you from the jaws of Death. ”

Lucien laughed weakly, pressing his face back into the covers for a moment.

“There were a couple days at the beginning when I wished you hadn’t saved me,” he said.

“The pain was that bad. And I don’t care how many pep talks or reassurances you give me, it’s still really hard to look in the mirror sometimes. ”

“I know, baby,” I said, stroking his side and leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “I wish there was something I could do about it.”

“There isn’t,” Lucien sighed. He then smiled and added, “But this is nice.”

I laughed and kissed his neck and shoulder. He tried to twist even more so I could kiss his lips, but his mobility really was limited on that side.

When he gasped, I thought it was because he’d somehow pulled something or his scars were hurting, but then I noticed how hot he’d become and how my entire groin was suddenly doused in a fresh flood of slick.

“It’s another wave,” he said, desperation deepening his voice. “Boston, I need you.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” I said, shifting so we could go again. “I’ll always have you.”