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NIRO

W illingly, slowly, Cambry began to unbutton his shirt. Within seconds, his clothing was pooled at his feet. He toed off his slippers and stood naked before me.

Cambry was beautiful in a way I’d never looked at an Omega before.

As if he’d been struck with sunlight that never faded from his shining dark hair or skin.

Normally, while I took my time with the Omegas I'd rented in the past, I didn’t notice any particular points of beauty about them.

They were all beautiful, every size, shape and hue.

But today, something inside me felt different.

Cambry seemed to shimmer with an inner glow that warmed my blood.

A deep ache filled my chest and stomach, as if I was very hungry The Burn always made my skin hotter than normal, and made my cock erect.

But those were merely symptoms of Alpha biology acting upon me. There was nothing emotional about it.

Cambry, now standing in front of me, caused a sort of strange desire that made me sad and glad at the same time.

I couldn't place it. It wasn't a familiar feeling.

Desire, yes. But that, combined with these deeper emotions, left me awestruck.

Memories welled up in me of my childhood home, holiday images of feeling safe, cozy and fulfilled with my brother, Thorne, and my little Yorkie named Pun.

Where had all that come from?

Cambry cleared his throat, glancing about the room. “Should I get on the bed?”

His voice brought me back to the present.

He stood uneasy now, one foot slightly raised, one beautiful slim hip canted.

He was hairless all over, chest muscled but lean, stomach flat, beautiful pink cock currently soft against darker, perfectly rounded balls.

He looked like dessert made just for me.

I wanted him. That longing went beyond the Burn. Strange. Foreign. Upsetting. But all of that combined with the most amazing urges. To hold. To taste and touch. To bind us in a way that not even the rough seas of time could undo.

It would start with kisses that turned liquid and made the heart flutter. I could already feel it. Picture it. A heart-shaped knot of our minds, our spirits.

“Sir, uh, Niro. Am I supposed to do something?

I shook my head to clear it. What in all the world had I been thinking? “I apologize for my rudeness. You are beautiful. It would love to see you on the bed.”

He nodded obediently, moving to sit on the edge.

I noted he had a very curvy ass, which heated my blood more.

He slid his body back until he half-reclined, knees bent, in the center of the mattress.

He did it because I asked, but it could have been any Alpha standing here, giving orders to a naked Omega who had been trained to serve.

It was both right and wrong. For me, I needed…

wanted him to do it because he wanted it.

Confusion clouded my thoughts. I wasn’t sure what to do. Making Cambrey wait like this might be torture to him, especially since he had never served before.

I raised my hands. They were shaking.

Cambry saw. His eyes widened. “Sir?” His voice trembled.

“Don't be afraid of me. It's just that your beauty takes my breath.”

Cambry gulped. “Me?”

I smiled. “Yes, you. Surely that statement doesn’t come as a surprise.”

He drew his legs together and hugged his knees. “A little.”

My cock pressed hard at my trousers. Intense need swirled up inside me. The room was blurred, spinning a little. My Burns did not come in this way. “You make me want you in a way I haven't felt. Ever.”

“I do?” His eyebrows rose high.

“Yes. It's wonderful, actually. Unexpected.” I tried to remember the words I used to calm first timers and make them relax to my needs. I moved slowly, telling them the steps I would be taking before I took them.

“I'm going to take my clothes off now, okay?”

He nodded, his chin hitting his knees. He looked unsure still, but a little less scared.

I shrugged out of my blazer and started to neatly fold it, as always, but when I looked down I saw the pile of his black and white Omega serving clothes and dropped it on top of them. I quickly added my shirt and trousers to that pile and now stood naked and fully erect before him.

Cambry’s Adam’s apple moved up and down and his cock rose.

The scent of flowers and dew-damp grass filled the room.

I breathed it in like a drug, so many grand associations to that smell passing through my mind.

His body was made to react to mine, but did he feel the mental tug as well? The strength of it made me waver.

“Is it okay if I come onto the bed with you?”

He nodded, unfolding his body. His heels slid down the soft comforter and he lay back, rolling onto his left side, his gaze moving up and down my form.

My skin flamed. His breaths came faster.

Suddenly, I was on him without remembering moving from one minute to the next. My face hovered over his. We were nose to nose, breathing each other’s air.

“I’m sorry, Cambry. This is different for me.” My cock brushed against his thigh. “I need you now.”

Cambrey looked confused as he spoke. “I’m ready for you. Fully prepared.”

But was he slick? Or did he refer to preps made before entering the Mating Hall? I knew the answer. I smelled it. His slick, like sweet honey, had dampened the bed where he’d just been sitting.

My cock flexed, wanting inside him now. But first…

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His mouth opened at the same time his legs widened as he rolled back again.

My body slipped against his damp thighs.

Cambry lifted his hips, canting them back.

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel him exposing himself to my seeking cock.

My arms enfolded his head. I lifted my hips, pushing my cock into his wet crack. His own stiff member pressed my belly.

Usually, I wasn’t this quick or straight-forward. I seduced. I took care with the pleasure of my partners first.

But right now, my Burn flared through me in a demanding way that was new to me, as if it wanted to devour this Omega until he was ash beneath its flames. I had forgotten all about foreplay.

To my surprise, his arms came around my shoulders, nails skimming my back as far as he could reach. He moved his hips higher, his legs coming up my sides until he was almost folded double. In that position, I didn’t have to try. My cock found its way.

Nudging his entrance, my cock jerked and precum spilled. But there was already enough slick to make it an easy slide. Cambry was a virgin, but his hole opened for my Burn as nature intended. My cockhead popped right inside, the sucking warmth encouraging my first thrust.

Cambry made no sound as I continued kissing him, but his body spoke for him. It opened for me. It rippled around me. Accepted me.

Cambry’s knees gripped hard at my waist. His hands moved to my shoulders, clutching until his nails dug into my skin. He turned his head, but only to gasp for air. Soon, he nuzzled his lips against mine, begging for more kisses.

My cock thrust faster, slippery, an incredibly easy fit, though his muscles were tight for my pleasure. Briefly, I wondered I wondered if that physical extra was taught as well as other expectations they needed to have while serving.

A powerful thought washed over me. This boy is mine.

With others I’d rented, that thought had never entered my mind. Sure, there had been some Omegas who surprised me with extra agility or beauty, but all those were shallow things that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my Burn, which was temporary.

Why Cambry? Why now?

His scent stirred my every cell, making me hunger harder, crave more. Everything he did—the way he looked at me, clung to me, the softness of his skin, his hair, and how he meshed to my body so easily—had me on alert.

Then, something new happened. Something I’d never experienced.

I felt his body as if from the other side.

As if I were inside him and he inside me.

A wealth of emotions flooded me. Desire.

Longing. Excitement. Ecstasy. All good. But also, apprehension, anguish, sadness, betrayal.

A distant blooming flower grew and grew.

It had a beauty and softness I immediately obsessed on with greedy fascination and a yearning that had me wanting to explode.

What was this?

I let my mind sink into it with no inhibition, thrusting and reveling this unexplored realm. I rammed into his body while at the same time nearly drowning in the sweetness.

As I was seconds away from coming, I thought I heard an echo of a voice. Someone calling his name. Cambry. It wasn’t me.

I didn’t care. I wanted more of this sugar, this honey. It was overflowing for me. Encompassing. Embracing. Like a child’s breath held on a wish.

I spiraled out of control and into the thrumming of my need. His heart matched the beat of my own. His cries mingled with mine, the air between us vibrating, resonating with this comingling of our souls.

For the first time ever in a Burn, I had well and truly lost control.