Page 65 of The Runaway
“Touch me,” he said, then immediately kissed Gabriel hard, his tongue working insistently into his mouth, their torsos pressed together from hip to shoulder.
Tentatively, Gabriel did so, teasing Connor’s opening with his fingertip. Connor squirmed, pressing back against his hand. So Gabriel slipped one finger inside, carefully and slowly… and groaned at how wet Connor felt. “Oh God, I want you so much…” He hadn’t meant to say the words, but they got a reaction from Connor. He moaned, rocking his hips back and forth, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Harder,” Connor said, spreading his legs wider.
“Are you sure?” Gabriel couldn’t help asking.
“Yes! Fuck, Gabriel, I…” He trailed off on a breathy moan. “God, you’re amazing.”
“I’m hardly doing anything,” Gabriel said, even as he pressed a second finger into Connor’s entrance.
“You’re letting me be on top.” Connor paused to moan, thrusting his pelvis back onto Gabriel’s fingers. “You’re actually giving a shit if this is okay, and that’s… aahhhh… oh God… that’s the best thing of all.”
Reassured, Gabriel continued stretching him slowly, two fingers becoming three, and then he found Connor’s prostate, rubbing small circles over the spot until Connor all but collapsed on top of him.
“Fuck, I want you inside me.”
Gabriel withdrew his fingers. “Move up a bit,” he said, nudging Connor to do so. Then he felt a hand on his erection and Connor was guiding his thick length inside his own body.
Despite Connor’s insistence that this was okay, Gabriel braced himself. This was the point during Connor’s heat that he’d panicked and run away. “Take it slow,” he said, hoping Connor would heed the words and not overwhelm himself.
But rather than slowing down, Connor pressed himself down another inch or so. Then he leaned forward, kissing Gabriel softly on the mouth. “You feel perfect,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
Reality turned hazy at the edges after that. Gabriel was aware of the slick, hot feel of Connor’s passage around him, of the scent of an aroused omega, of the sound of Connor’s moans and his own gasping breaths. But beyond the walls of the tent, it was like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Gabriel’s hands were everywhere, trying to sample every inch of Connor’s flesh at once. His hair was soft and silky. His thighs were lean and firm. His belly was rippling with muscle as he flexed his torso over and over, rocking himself on Gabriel’s cock. And Connor’s small erection was jutting out in front of him, just begging for attention. Gabriel slowly and gently wrapped his hand around it, watching Connor’s face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But he found none, just a breathy moan escaping from between parted lips. So he stroked him harder, in time with Connor’s rhythm riding Gabriel.
A few minutes later, Connor came quite suddenly, almost completely silent except for a muttered, “Oh fuck… oh God…” right before he spilled himself all over Gabriel’s stomach. The sight of it was so captivating that Gabriel felt himself climax only two or three strokes later, letting out a husky cry, then holding Connor’s hips still as his knot began to swell. God, how he’d missed this. The pressure was perfect, Connor’s body squeezing Gabriel’s knot just right, with no need to worry about makeshift trappings being either too tight or too loose. Connor leaned back, then swore as he climaxed once again, making even more mess across Gabriel’s abdomen.
Not that he was complaining. He’d happily wear Connor’s scent for the rest of the night. For the rest of the camping trip.
For the rest of his life, if whatever deity might be watching had any compassion for him whatsoever.
Connor fell forward onto his elbows, his quick breaths coming out in hot puffs against Gabriel’s skin. Gabriel wrapped his arms around him, and Connor rearranged himself a little, to be able to lie comfortably on top of Gabriel without tugging on the knot.
“Am I too heavy?” Connor murmured, a minute or two later.
“No,” Gabriel said. It was true, though he’d have said the same thing even if Connor had been crushing him into the ground. He never wanted the omega to move. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t resist the need to ask.
“Best sex of my entire life,” Connor replied, his words slurred just a fraction. “Best alpha I’ve ever known.”
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After Gabriel’s knot receded, the pair of them rearranged themselves more comfortably, cleaning up with a damp rag and a soiled shirt. Then Connor snuggled into Gabriel’s side, smiling as he felt Gabriel’s arm come over his shoulder. He lay on the bedroll, feeling warm and slightly sweaty, and boneless in a way he didn’t remember ever feeling before. He couldn’t quite believe he’d done it. He’d seduced an alpha. He’d seducedGabriel. And Gabriel had loved it, judging from the sounds he’d made and the enraptured words he’d muttered.
How on earth had he found the courage to do this? His heart had been pounding the entire time, more from nerves than from excitement. Though there had been plenty of the latter as well, he thought, with a smirk. But all through it, he’d been terrified that Gabriel would suddenly change his mind, that he’d push Connor away and tell him this was inappropriate, or that he was being too greedy or clingy.
But he hadn’t. He’d stroked Connor like he was the most precious thing in the world, and worried about hurting him, and let Connor be on top and set the pace. No other alpha in the world had done even a quarter of that for him.
I love you. The words flickered through Connor’s mind, but didn’t make it past his lips. It was too much, too soon. He was still reeling from having Gabriel’s body pressed up against his, of having had itinsidehis own. He’denjoyedhaving sex. Aside from his heat three months ago, he’d never enjoyed sex in his life. And this time, he hadn’t just enjoyed it. He’d been completely blown away and was likely forever addicted to the sweet sensations that Gabriel’s hands and mouth and cock could wring from him.
But… now what? What about when they got back to the estate? Would this happen again? How did Gabriel really feel about him? If Gabriel was going to wait for Connor to make the first move each time, that could get extremely awkward. Omegas weren’t supposed to make demands of alphas, and while they’d changed the rules to suit themselves out here, it would be a very different story back on the estate with Antoine overseeing everything and Niles and Lucas and all the betas…
It would be different if they were bonded. Then he’d live in Gabriel’s room and he could ask him to mate any time he wanted. They could have private conversations away from inquisitive ears, where they could pretend they were just two people, instead of an alpha and an omega.
Was that the solution? Should he consider attempting to bond with Gabriel?
The idea played over in his mind for a while. Then, to his own consternation, Connor realised he still didn’t want to bond with Gabriel. It felt too much like handing a piece of himself over, losing his independence, his free will – as ridiculous as it was to think that omegas had any free will in the first place. So no, bonding was probably out. But what about love? What about a real friendship? Was it too idealistic to think that such a thing was possible between a master and his slave?
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