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Chapter Five

Trystan

H eat burned at my cheeks as I struggled to catch my breath after my release.

I could have given Emerson a fake name, but honestly, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. The rumble of his voice in my ear sent tingles down my spine with every word, and part of me had ached to hear my name on his lips. Now that I knew what it sounded like, I wanted it again.

My biceps throbbed, the cuffs around my wrists forcing them into an awkward angle that I’d be feeling for days.

I needed to get out of these fucking cuffs.

Then I could finally touch more than the tent in his trousers.

His hair looked so soft. Just long enough to grab onto and pull into another kiss.

He’d tasted so good on my lips, a mix of coffee and his own underlying alpha scent.

If I turned my head and leaned back, I could reach him again and—

Damn it, I was supposed to be escaping him. Stupid omega brain!

But that didn’t make sense. If I ran out of here, I wouldn’t get to feel Emerson’s hard chest against my back anymore. His comforting lips on my forehead. His large hand around my cock.

A cramp pulsed through my abdomen, my inner omega desperately screaming for more attention from the alpha surrounding me in his scent.

That handjob had barely scratched the surface of my need, and Emerson knew it.

I was still hard in his hand, loosely held as his other hand teased over my nipple piercing again.

“You did so well, Trystan,” he muttered, peppering light kisses over my jaw and neck. “So good for your alpha.”

The words warmed my heart, filling my chest with pride. I’d always fought the omega desire to please an alpha, avoiding them even during my heats, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure that surged through every fibre of my being.

“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Take off the cuffs and give me your knot. I know you want to.”

He chuckled in my ear, “Oh, I’d like nothing more than to fill you with my cum and ease your heat. But after the stunts you’ve pulled today, I think I’ll take my time with you.”

Before I could bite back, my cum-stained shirt landed on the duvet as Emerson pushed me face down onto the bed, then pulled my hips up and my jeans down. Cool air met my bare arse, leaving me squirming in my vulnerable position.

“Look at you,” Emerson said from behind me. “I knew you were needy, but all this slick coming out of you…” A hot tongue slid over my exposed hole, dragging a low moan from my throat. “So beautiful.”

He descended on me like a beast tearing into its prey.

Hands spread my cheeks apart, squeezing the flesh as his tongue swirled around my rim, eventually dipping inside.

My hips bucked against his face, and my mind went blank.

The only thing I could focus on was the sensation of his tongue eating me out like I was his last meal.

“Emerson… Fuck me,” I breathed out a moan. “I need more.”

A sharp smack cracked across my arse.

“You have a lot to learn about respecting authority, don’t you?”

“If I say ‘yes’, will you fuck me already?”

Another slap.

“Ah!” I yelped as his hand massaged over my cheek, soothing the burn. “Will you fuck me already, sir? ”

“Getting there.”

I could practically hear his smug smirk before he spanked me again. The sound echoed around the room before ringing out again and again, each slap dragging more embarrassing gasps and moans from my lips.

Getting away was impossible. Any time I managed to wiggle an inch away, his large hands pulled me back and licked over my hole again. Emerson’s torturous tongue lapped at the slick dribbling down to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth before spanking me again.

My cheeks burned, spreading down to my upper thighs. As I wiggled in the restraints, slowly gaining more leverage—probably from sweat—my cock throbbed between my legs, painfully hard and leaking precum.

“Do you want me to apologise for breaking in? Is that what this is?” I panted, barely getting a sentence out before huffing in another wanton breath.

“Because I won’t. It was just a job! I don’t meet my clients.

I don’t even know their names. I only work as a third party. Now please, will you fuck me, Alpha ?”

The spanking stopped, his fingers lightly trailing over my behind. Each touch burned like the lick of a flame, making me twitch against him. His thumb circled my hole, barely applying the pressure my omega craved before slipping inside with ease.

“Good boy, Trystan.” Emerson leaned over me and pressed his lips to my temple, his thumb pushing into me further, gently moving around inside.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to stretch this little hole until you can take my knot, and you’re going to ride out your heat seated on my cock, stuffed full of my cum. Is that what you want?”

I whimpered. Fucking whimpered. Emerson had me exactly where he wanted me, and this time, I couldn’t wait for him to live up to his promises.

He smoothed a hand under my shirt, down my spine. “Use your words, darling. Or I’ll have to sto—”

“I want it!” Twisting my head around, I met his eyes over my shoulder. “Please, Alpha.”

This time, Emerson was the one to kiss me.

Fully dominating my mouth with soft lips and a wicked tongue that had my toes curling.

His cool leather scent deepened as I consumed more of him.

Layers of earthy, spicy patchouli and a soft wave of vanilla that warmed my chest. It was like nothing I’d smelled or felt before.

A sense of belonging. Not to someone exactly, but with them.

Was this what people meant when they talked about scent matches?

I wiggled my butt as Emerson removed his thumb from me. When it wasn’t immediately replaced with fingers, panic shot through me. “No, no, please! I said I want it.”

“Shh, trust me for a moment.” He kissed my forehead, then the corner of my eye. I hadn’t even realised a tear had formed. “Trust your alpha.”

The tension in my arms released, and cool air kissed my wrists, followed by my ankles.

“Be careful. You might be sore for a while,” Emerson said, tossing the cuffs onto the floor.

Moving slowly, I rolled onto my back beneath Emerson and stretched my arms up, my back cracking in just the right way. Fuck, that felt good. And now I could finally touch him the way I wanted.

This was my chance to escape.

Emerson was so relaxed. A quick backhand or kick to the head is all it would take.

The key was still in the door, so I could lock him in and just keep running.

Stairs would probably be faster than the elevator.

I’d be out on the street in minutes. Maybe the police would pick me up, but I could figure something out.

Reaching up with one hand, my fingers trailed across Emerson’s jaw. His five o’clock shadow tickled my fingertips as I took in his icy blue eyes, which bored deep into my own.

It would be so easy.

Gripping his hair in one hand, I made my choice.

With a sharp tug, our mouths met, and I was bathed in his warm vanilla scent again.

My spare hand fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperately pulling to expose more of his skin until impatience got the better of me.

Buttons flew over the bed. Ignoring Emerson’s tutting, my hand explored his exposed chest. His arm snaked under my thigh, pulling my leg out of my jeans where they’d been trapped around my knees.

As his kisses trailed down my throat, his hand returned to my arse and carefully inserted two fingers. An obscene squelch reached my ears, and my breath left my lungs as his fingers curled and twisted inside me.

Precum dripped onto my stomach, my cock screaming for friction. A brush of his fingertips against my prostate had my back arching off the bed, a low moan rippling out of me.

“There! Oh, that’s so fucking good!”

“Mm, but still so tight for me.” Emerson licked along my collarbone, attacking the spot inside me with vigour. “Need to open you up for my cock. Do you even want my knot, Trystan?”

I nodded frantically. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.

“Give it to me. Stuff me full. I need it. I need you, please. Please make me come,” I babbled, my brain focused entirely on the need radiating from my every pore.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, inserting a third finger and aiming straight for my prostate again.

Lips covered my own, and my body convulsed beneath him. Cum spurted between our chests as he ripped my orgasm out of me mercilessly.

“That’s it, love,” he muttered against my neck. “I want you to come as many times as you need tonight. This is all for you, my omega.”

With another kiss to my forehead, gently easing me down from my orgasm, Emerson removed his fingers and sat up on his knees.

Reaching into a side drawer, Emerson pulled out a small bottle of lube and tossed it onto the one remaining pillow.

Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, he said, “You look so beautiful like this, but I want you naked when I take you.”

We removed the last of our clothing, hastily throwing them onto the floor, then collided with each other yet again. The drying cum on our chests didn’t matter. It would only get worse.

Emerson’s well-muscled body covered mine, pressing me into the mattress. He almost made me feel dainty beneath him, despite us being so close in height. That side of an alpha had never appealed to me before, but right now, my omega was practically purring.

He hoisted my leg over his hip and generously coated his length in the lube before rubbing the head against my entrance. The brief cold made me jump, but feeling how much thicker Emerson’s cock was compared to his fingers had me half-hard again.

“Don’t keep teasing me, Emerson.” I spoke through a half-lidded gaze that I hoped was seductive instead of just desperate and exhausted. “Another heat spike is going to hit me any second, and I wanna be full of cock when it does.”

“Good to know some of your plans aren’t awful,” Emerson teased as he finally entered me.

“Mm, ah! Fuck!” I crossed my ankles behind him, pulling him deeper. “And here I thought that getting caught”—I gasped as he ground his hips against mine, pushing in further—“during my heat, was a great idea.”

“I won’t lie”—he pushed in another inch, before pulling out, then going in further again—“I’m thoroughly enjoying your terrible plan.”

Each thrust of his hips pushed him in more, stretching me wider around his girth. The stretch burned in that perfect way my omega ached for. And my alpha had barely got started.

As I slowly accommodated the girth inside me, Emerson picked up a rhythm that had my inner omega mewling in pleasure.

Fuck, those noises were coming from me.

His arms coiled around me, and my moans were muffled against his neck.

That spicy patchouli scent surrounded me, making my mouth water.

I licked a long stripe up his neck, the salt of his sweat mixing with his delicious scent, and he moaned low in his throat.

Easily the sexiest sound I’d ever heard and one I was determined to hear again.

My hips bucked, meeting his thrusts until his hands lifted both my legs onto his shoulders. He leaned down, practically folding me in half, and licked into my mouth. As his weight shifted, every roll of Emerson’s hips had his cock punching my prostate and stars dancing behind my eyelids.

Fisting the sheets above my head, all coherent thoughts escaped me. I muttered attempts at words, but my mind was a mess of sensations. Patchouli and warm vanilla. Smacking skin echoing around the room. The growing fire in my abdomen as the cock impaling me moved faster and faster.

“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect,” he growled, biting my lower lip before swallowing down my groan. “But I’ve got more to give you.”

His movements stuttered and increasing pressure around my hole told me exactly what was happening. Emerson’s knot was inflating, preparing to lock us together for minutes, or maybe hours, as he pumped his seed into me. It was what my omega craved most. What I’d been aching for since my heat began.

“Give it to me,” I gasped. “I need it.”

Emerson pulled all the way out, panting for a moment, before flipping me onto my hands and knees and landing a smack onto my already stinging arse.

“Haven’t you learned yet, omega?” Emerson chuckled, running the length of his cock between my cheeks until I could feel the burning heat of his rapidly inflating knot against my twitching hole. “You know what to say.”

“Please, Alpha.” I whimpered, looking at him over my shoulder. “Please give me your knot.”

His slick chest covered my back, and our lips crashed together.

In my next breath, Emerson rammed back inside me to the hilt, straight at my prostate, his knot stretching me more than I’d thought possible.

Within a few shallow pumps, I was coming with my cock untouched.

My inner muscles squeezed his shaft, dragging Emerson into his own orgasm and milking him of his cum.

Our moans mixed together in a cacophony of pleasure until we could only gasp for air, still locked together below the waist.

Emerson dragged me down to lie on my side with him, one arm beneath my head and the other smoothing over my abdomen. I could still feel him inside me, his swollen cock twitching as he continued to release into me.

I didn’t know how long the reprieve from my heat would last. What I did know was that my inner omega was only partially sated. Pretty soon, another spike would hit me, and I’d need more.

Part of me couldn’t wait.