Page 10 of His Unicorn Alpha (Shifters Sanctuary #3)

T he moment the words left my mouth I wanted to snatch them back. Brandt’s eyebrows were furrowed, his lips parting in confusion.

“Forget I said that,” I pleaded, still stroking the glorious, long, thick length in front of me. The purpled tip glistened with precum and I wanted to lick it, to get my first taste of him.

“That is not going to be possible,” his tone was gravelly and filled with the same lust that was coursing through my veins. “I assumed…I mean, I am an omega…betas have never...”

Shame suffused me, making my cheeks heat. I looked away. “I told you. I’m a disappointing beta. In more ways than one, I guess.”

“Disappointing?” Brandt sounded incredulous. “Darling, the very idea that you want me inside you is incredible in all the best ways. Not to continually remind you of how much older I am, but…there is not much I have not done in my hundreds of years of existence. And humans tend to expect that I prefer to top. As such, combined with my omega desires, I am happily vers.”

I should have known that the universe would gift me a mate whose sexual preferences were compatible with my own. Nevertheless, I could have sobbed with relief. With my hand still wrapped around his dick, I squeezed and stroked him with renewed vigor.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I told him before finally giving in to the urge to suckle at the tempting head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck ,” he gritted out in his deep, sexy rumble of a voice, and his hands came to land on top of my head, thick fingers grappling at my hair. “ Yes , Micah, more. Please. Give me more of your beautiful mouth.”

I couldn’t deny him when he asked so nicely, especially not with that irresistible accent.

Relaxing my throat, I controlled my breathing and focused on taking him all the way in, wanting to impress him, wanting to satisfy him. He gasped as I took all of him in until his fuzzy balls were resting against my chin. Then, because I was a fucking show off, I swallowed around him.

“Holy mother of… fuck , Micah. Fuck. Fuck…your perfect mouth.”

I groaned and attempted to nod as I slowly drew back and then sucked him all the way back in again.

I wanted exactly that. For him to fuck my mouth. To take his pleasure from me.

My eyes watered when I repeated the movement a bit faster, and drool slipped from the corners of my lips and down my chin. I probably looked like a mess, but when I peered back up at Brandt again, his eyes almost rolled back in his head.

“ Look at you, darling,” he practically purred. His fingers tightened their hold on my hair and he thrust his hips, making me choke momentarily. But instead of apologizing, he only groaned, proving that we really were on the same wavelength. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”

I shifted my hold on his hips to cup his fleshy, hairy ass cheeks, and I must have made a choked off sound of surprise when my fingers dipped into his crack and found wetness.

For a moment, so lost in how much I was enjoying myself, I had forgotten that he was an omega.

My omega.

My pregnant omega.

Before I could register what I was doing, I pulled all the way off his cock with a slurp and, sliding my fingers further between his cheeks until I was teasing his hole, declared, “I want to be inside you.”

He widened his stance as best he could, constricted by the jeans around his ankles. “Fuck, yes,” he practically pleaded. “I want that so badly. Fill me up, darling.”

I didn’t know just how full he would feel, but I was beginning to believe that fate — the universe — had paired us together for a reason. That was probably my mother’s influence finally getting to me, but everything else seemed to be pointing towards our connection being evenly matched, so why would this be any different?

I stood up and glanced around the room, not wanting our first time to be on the boardroom-style table. He deserved better than that. Ideally, I should try and sneak him up to the guest room I had been staying in, but I knew there was a literal horde of shifters in Ollie and Beck’s living room and that would make things awkward.

At least at that moment, they probably just assumed we were talking things out. None of them had any reason to believe I wouldn’t freak out about Brandt’s news —assuming they all knew about it— and this space was soundproofed. It was like Pandora’s box.

Hey, that sounds kind of naughty…

I blinked and forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Sometimes, I swore I had the mind of a teenager. How on earth could I be a good match for a man literally hundreds of years my senior?

After weighing up my options, I decided that the rolling office chairs would work better than the table. They were the fancy kind with the arm rests that could be lifted up, which meant that if I sat down, Brandt could comfortably straddle me with his legs draped over the sides of the seat. And, hopefully, with him on top, the angle might get me a bit deeper inside him.

I kissed him again, then helped him out of his shirt while he toed off his boots and jeans. I slid out of my sneakers, too. Then he tugged my shirt up and over my head, and I swallowed when his fingers popped the button of my jeans.

“Stop overthinking. You will be perfect because you’re you,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I promise.”

Before I could tell him that he couldn’t actually be sure of that promise, he was shoving my pants down and his big, warm hand was wrapped around my cock. As desperately as I wanted to look, I knew I’d feel self-conscious seeing the unimpressive length dwarfed by his large palm.

The universe wouldn’t match you with him if it wasn’t right.

“Oh God. ” I exhaled shakily, wondering how a simple, dry hand job could feel so good. “Sugar, I’m going to get addicted to your touch.”

“I am going to become addicted to that endearment,” he rumbled into my ear before he returned to nuzzling my neck. His beard added a scratchy, ticklish sensation which was driving me wild. “Please don’t stop.”

I checked behind me before I sat down, tugging him with me. The chair rolled with our momentum, coming to a stop against the wall at my back. I let out a grunt, clutching at Brandt’s hips to steady him, even though he had reflexes enough to splay his hands against the wall to prevent toppling down over me and the chair.

I moved the armrests up, opening up the sides of the chair before I tapped my palm on my bare thigh.

He stared down at me, a wry smile twisting one side of his goatee before he snorted. “I could make a joke about riding a horse right now.”

I laughed, loving his corny sense of humor. “Giddy up, sugar,” I encouraged, then sucked in a breath as he did exactly what I’d asked him to.

With his solid legs splayed out over my hips, he lowered himself down onto my cock, and I slid inside his slick, welcoming heat as his ass cheeks came to rest on the tops of my thighs.

“Oh… fuck …” My head fell back, resting on the chair’s padded leather headrest. “Fuck, Brandt…you feel amazing.”

And he did. He was warm, slick, and tight . When he hummed in agreement and bounced experimentally, clenching around me, I practically saw stars.

“ Micah …” his voice was rough and needy, his breath hitching as he started to ride me in earnest, “You…you feel…”

“I know.” I closed my eyes, recalling far too many attempts to please the omegas of my pack before I gave up. I wriggled my hand between us to squeeze and stroke his erection, determined to give him some kind of pleasure. “But I’ll make it good for you, sugar, I—”

This time, he did growl. The sound startled me enough that my eyes flew open, and I had to blink a few times to process what I was seeing. His face was contorted into a scowl, but it was the dark red scales erupting around his hairline which really had my attention.

“I swear,” he ground out in a dark, gravelly tone, though he wasn’t stopping his movement, “I will track down each and every man who has made you feel inadequate, and I will eat them, because” —he paused to whimper and rock his hips, just as his cock dribbled precum in my hold and extra slick escaped from his hole to drip down my balls— “you. feel. phenomenal.” Each final word was punctuated with a sharp bounce in my lap.

Oh, Gods, I’m going to come.

There was only so much I could take, and between the sensation of his wet heat around my cock, and his sexy angry words, and the fact that he was so emotionally charged that he was partially shifted —not something I had known he could even do!— I was losing whatever minor control of my body I had left.

“Fuck, sugar,” I panted, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips as I tried really hard not to finish so soon, “I’m close. You’re too perfect.”

“Do you feel how slick I am for you?” Brandt continued, staring down at me with such intensity that, under other circumstances, I might be afraid that he could shoot flames from his eyes. “Do you, Micah? Because I am a middle-aged omega and that does not usually happen naturally. That is all you. It’s how much I enjoy having you inside me. It’s how aroused just being near you makes me.”

Letting out an embarrassing whimper, I nodded. To be honest, I had never felt quite as hard before, either, but I thought maybe that was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

“Your cock was made for me, darling,” his growly, gravelly voice had smoothed out again, but the scales on his face were still there. They were such a dark shade of red that they were almost black. I reached up to stroke one at his temple, finding it smooth and warm to the touch, and he shuddered, his hole clenching even more tightly around my dick.

“ Again ,” he breathed, tilting his neck. “Touch them again.”

When I did, he whined and lost his rhythm.

Interesting.

While I continued to pump his dick, I used my free hand to cup his jaw, stroking the scales I could reach with my thumb over and over again.

“ Ungh ,” he writhed, no longer bouncing on me but grinding and rocking, “M-Micah…”

His cock was leaking precum almost constantly, and I was pretty sure his hole was attempting to cut off the circulation to my dick.

“ Darling —” he practically purred, then pressed his mouth over mine.

The second his tongue slipped between my parted lips, I exploded.

My orgasm was sudden and unexpected, and I wrenched my mouth from his to cry out a sharp “Fuck!” as my release poured out of me in jets. I couldn’t recall the last time I had come so hard, or so prolifically, and then I felt the tingling.

It started at the base of my cock, and then I swore I felt my dick swelling up, getting harder instead of softening.

“Fuck, Micah,” Brandt swiveled his hips, grinding down on me and making me yelp with how sensitive my dick was. “Oh, Gods . You are knotting me. Nnnngh. ” He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, exposing that tempting juncture at the base of his neck. Then he opened his eyes, which were gleaming with joy and wonder. “We were right. I was right. You are an alpha. My alpha. Oh fuck …”

I assumed my knot was pressing on his prostate with the way he cursed and writhed, his cock jerking in my hold.

I would never feel like this with anyone else, I realized. Inside me, my shifter side —my alpha side— practically roared with satisfaction that we were giving such pleasure to our mate.

Mate , my inner voice repeated happily. Mine .

“Can I… nnngh …” I groaned as his clenching stimulated my knot and encouraged another orgasm from me. My brain was borderline scrambled by the pleasure which was beginning to hint towards pain from overstimulation. “C-can I bite you?” I asked, forcing my gaze to meet Brandt’s. “Can I claim — oh Gods — c-claim you?”

His pupils were dilated to an inhuman degree, but his eyes welled with tears and he nodded readily, then tilted his head again. “Yes, my alpha. Please. Please .”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. Sliding my free hand up his sweaty back, I cupped his head to hold him in place and then bit down on his neck.

He roared and sticky warmth spread between our bodies and dripped out from beneath my knot as I felt his orgasm inside my soul, almost as if it was my own. Then he wrenched my head further to the side and bit down on my neck and I did come again, starbursts of bliss exploding in my chest and radiating throughout my extremities.

It became a feedback loop of pleasure on pleasure, until my balls ached from coming so hard and so much. We kissed slowly and sensually as we attempted to come down from the continual loop of orgasms, flinching and giggling against each other’s mouths with every hypersensitized movement.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, feeling elated. The entire situation was surreal. “We’re mated. We… I have a mate.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his beard brushing my mating mark, and I grunted through another tiny, mildly painful orgasm as he contracted around my knot. “I’m…I’m an alpha .”

That part was probably the most mind-blowing of all. Me, the most unimpressive beta ever, an alpha.

“Mmm,” Brandt hummed, then yawned sleepily. “My alpha.”

“My omega,” I stroked his back, unable to hide the burst of pride and affection that welled inside me. I felt him smile against my skin, and a similar feeling radiated back at me.

Feeling his emotions was going to take some getting used to.

Of course, Beck and Ollie seemed to have gotten the hang of it. I might need to ask my old friend for pointers.

The thought of Beck had my eyes widening as alarm spiked through me.

“What?” Brandt sat up straighter, and we both shuddered through the resulting stimulation as it reverberated through our new bond. “What’s wrong?”

“Beck,” I said, then waved vaguely around us. “This is his house. His meeting room.” A blush traveled up my neck and over my cheeks. I could feel it heating my skin. “We’ve been in here a while.”

“I hate to break it to you, darling,” he was back to sounding amused instead of concerned, “but you’re already beginning to scent like an alpha. If you were hoping to keep this a secret…”

“No. Gods, no. I want to shout from the rooftops that you’re my mate. But…” I sighed. “I’ve mostly been with humans, you know? So I guess I bring a more human sort of mentality to sex. And, on top of that, my alpha side doesn’t want any of them thinking about you having sex, even if it is with me. It’s a weird, possessive sort of feeling and it’s making me feel all… blech. ”

“It will take a while for your new instincts to settle,” he advised me calmly. “It did for all three of the others, too. And, if anyone is going to understand what you are feeling, I would wager that it is those three.” He leaned forward to rub our noses together, then he looked away as a mild wave of melancholy and guilt washed over me from his side of our newly unlocked mystical connection. “They are more than likely going to be concerned that we rushed into this. That my condition might have been the catalyst for you to make a choice you otherwise might not have made.”

“What kind of idiot would avoid bonding with his fated mate?” I asked him lightly. “There’s literally nobody else in the world better for me than you. I mean, you even enjoyed riding my tiny—”

“It is not tiny.” His sexy growly voice was back, but this time I felt his frustration at the same time as watching it play out on his handsome face.

Nevertheless, I rolled my eyes. “A micropenis,” I informed him, trying to sound as clinical as the doctor who had sat me down and given me the name for my condition, “is a penis which has a stretched penile length of three point six seven inches or less. My doctor measured me: it qualifies.”

He scoffed. “It certainly doesn’t feel tiny.”

“That’s my knot. I’ve obviously never had that happen before.”

“Regardless,” he insisted, “I did enjoy your cock very much, even before you knotted me.”

“You’d be the first,” I muttered a little darkly, then I remembered that that was the whole point I was trying to make in the first place, “and, yeah, because of that, it sort of cinched the deal that you’re it for me. I mean, you didn’t even freak out when I told you I like…” I cleared my throat. “That I’m vers. Other omegas…”

“I would very much like for you to not mention other omegas while you’re still locked inside me.” He pouted and it was adorable.

I guessed the possessive vibes went both ways.

“Sorry, sugar,” I soothed and ran my hands over his skin. I was careful not to move us too much. I didn’t want to trigger more orgasms. I wanted my knot to deflate so we could get dressed and face the firing squad. “Nobody I’ve been with before has been anywhere near as perfect for me as you, even if we do have a lot of getting to know each other to do.”

“Yes, well,” his expression softened out again, “the feeling is mutual.”

The admission had me smiling long after my knot subsided and we got dressed, even after we opened the door and made our way into the main part of the house to be greeted by the bewildered stares of his pack.

Or , I wondered as questions were asked around us, are they my pack now, too?

Everyone's eyes were wide as they looked at us. They scented the air, and jaws grew slack. Then all hell broke loose as they started asking questions over the top of each other.

"Are you…is that an Alpha scent?" Rex asked.

Meanwhile Beck shook his head and scented the air again, as if trying to put the pieces together.

"That's definitely an alpha scent," Ollie confirmed. He grinned over at Brandt. "Go team dragon." A moment later his eyes landed on my neck and grew impossibly wider. "Holy shit, is that a mating bite?!"

"What?!" Beck cried, and a burst of renewed questions and chatter came flying our way, most of it difficult to discern considering they were all speaking at once.

“Are you telling me you willingly just bonded? With a complete stranger?” Damon’s question rose above the rabble of surprised voices. I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or Brandt. " Knowingly? "

“Hang on, did…did you just mate in my meeting room?” Beckett demanded on top of that, sounding marginally scandalized.

I felt my cheeks burn and I rubbed the back of my neck and offered him a sheepish smile. “Yeah…I’m sorry about that. I…we…”

“It is not unlike the time I caught you and Oliver in the lab,” Brandt informed him.

“Hey!” Ollie protested. “I was going into heat. That was a spur of the moment thing.”

“So was this,” I spoke without thinking, then cringed. “I mean, not the claiming. I knew what I was doing. But...it felt kind of urgent, so…yeah."

“I guess I can relate to that,” Beck admitted. “But…I have to sit at that table, Mike.” He scrunched his nose. "Please tell me you, like, sanitized it afterwards, or something."

I opened my mouth to tell him we actually christened one of his chairs, but I was interrupted.

“Didn’t you knot Ollie on your dining table once?” Damon asked my old friend, and it was fun to watch him balk.

He looked to his mate with round eyes. “You told him—”

“We were having an omega chat. It came up.” Ollie shrugged.

"I've eaten at that table," I told him with exaggerated horror, more to tease him than because I was actually appalled. The shifter vs human-raised mentality about sex and propriety would always fascinate me. After spending so much time with humans, I felt like I related more to Beck and Rex than I did the other shifters.

Under his breath, Rex muttered, "Apparently, so has Beck."

Damon guffawed and offered his alpha a hand to high-five.

“As amusing as this chat is, I am feeling somewhat drained,” Brandt interrupted, and I immediately felt concerned. He looked around at his pack — our pack? — and, without looking at his brother, asked, “Can we discuss these latest developments later? I would like to return home and rest for a while. It has been an intense day.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Damon murmured, but even his mirth had morphed into concern. “You’ve got yourself an alpha now.”

“We’ll talk,” I assured Beck when I could see that he wasn’t quite as willing to let it go. “But, for now, I’d like to take care of my mate.”

The vaguely possessive words sent a thrill of excitement through me.

My mate.

I had a mate.

That had not been on my bingo card for the day. If I was being honest, I never imagined I would have a mate of my own. I never imagined that I was secretly an alpha.

“Come, darling,” Brandt took my hand and guided me towards the door, and I thrilled int he reciprocal possessive vibes coming through the bond, wrapping me in his own desire. “Let us go home.”

Home .

My inner alpha liked the sound of that, too, even if it wasn't quite what I thought Brandt intended.

But, considering we had bonded and we had triplets on the way, maybe it would be soon.