“I love you, Tristan.” I’d said the words before so many times, as had he, the first time when we were thirteen and standing under the big fig tree in the backyard.
“I love you too, Kit, and I need…I need—Oh!”
I’d watched porn, tried to prepare myself for this as best as I could, and from what I could tell, omega boys were just like us girls—they liked to be petted, pleased, teased. So one hand gripped his wrist, pulling it away and replacing it with mine.
He felt hot, so hot, and slick and wet in a way that made perfect sense, because if he shoved his hands under my skirts, he’d feel the same from me. His slick provided the best lube with which to stroke his cock, so I did, up and down, watching his mouth fall open, watching his brows knot and his eyes go hazy, even as he tried to keep staring into mine.
“Fuck, Kit, I’ve dreamt of this every fucking night. You make me feel so good.” His lips snatched at mine for a second, but the ragged breaths couldn’t be contained, so his forehead pressed against mine as my hand worked. “My slick…”
I moved my hand, swivelling the palm over the head of his cock, rewarded by another spurt and another for my efforts, and then felt something awfully seductive. Not just him, not just being near him. I had been thoroughly seduced by that for so bloody long, it was as natural as breathing, but this? I had worried so much about how things were going to go between us, but I realised I needn’t have. For the first time in my life, I felt powerful. He was shaking with the sensations I was pulling from his body, every muscle tensing as his hips pulsed in time with my strokes. His eyes were trained entirely on me, watching me watch him respond.
I tilted my head back, our mouths grazing each other’s but not kissing, as I heard his desperate pants, then knew something no alpha who touched him would. I knew what it was like to be dripping slick and needy, to find yourself whining with that self-same need, a deep ache setting up inside you.
Inside him.
Fuck, Tristan needed more.
“Tris.” It took him a moment to come out of the sensual haze he was in. “Tris.” He blinked, as if seeing me for the first time. “Come closer to the bed, put one foot up on the mattress.”
He hesitated, that feeling of power I’d been so enjoying kinda waning somewhat, just for a second, but then he nodded. And he did, opening himself up to me, caging me in with his body but also making himself oh so vulnerable.
“I haven’t…”
He forced the words out, particularly as I was still stroking his cock but much more slowly now. I stared into his eyes, because I knew. Most alphas liked to penetrate, but some liked to be penetrated. Betas seemed to split down the middle, more dependent on preference than anything, but omegas? We could penetrate, just like anyone else, but what we loved?
“Tris…?”
My spare hand slid down, cupped his balls to the musical sounds of his moans, then his breath turned sharp as I ventured further.
“Kit, I… I’ve never… I don’t…”
I stared up into those wide green eyes and felt like I could see all the way down into his soul, capturing even this—a flush of shame, fear, but mostly, need.
“I’ll never do anything to hurt you, Tris, never do something you don’t want, but…” We both let out a long breath, then my finger slid between his sodden cheeks. Male omegas emitted slick from both parts of their body, and Tris? He was wet for me. I grazed the tight ring of his arse, felt him tense in response, so I backed away. “If you’re like me, when I get turned on…” My words were coming out in a rush now, fast, intense. “I ache. I need something inside me, something that stretches—”
“Yes.”
He ground the word out, his jaw flexing, his eyes boring into mine.
“Fuck, yes, Kit. I feel the same, for the first fucking time in my life. I need…”
His voice trailed away, his eyes rolling closed as the pad of my finger pressed against his arsehole, the slick all but making it slide inside, but I wouldn’t, not until he wanted me to.
“Please, Kit.” His whine was dark, desperate now. “Oh fuck, Kit, I need you. I need you deep. I need—”
I knew exactly what he needed, partly due to instinct, but mainly because I’d read up on male omega physiology. They had a spot deep inside them, their prostate, which would potentially rock his world if I could find it. I slid the tip of my finger in, his breath coming in super rapid pants now, then went deeper.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” he hissed, over and over, slick covering both my hands now. He was gushing for me. Then there, like a small walnut of muscle, I felt it. I stroked it, with the same come-hither motion that was supposed to work well on my G-spot, and my love erupted.
His hands shot out, gripping my face, and his mouth came smashing down on mine, those strong arms, that had swung me around and pulled me along on adventures, locked tight around me. Since then, Tris and I had had a lot of sexual experiences, but I wasn’t sure if there had ever been any as intimate as this. I felt tiny next to Tris, like he was my alpha after all, yet no one could understand this moment of surrender, not like I could. I worked my lover’s body like I would my own, piercing and teasing, pressing and forcing Tristan to submit in the exact way I knew he wanted to.
“Fuck, Kit…!”
That was all the warning I got before he erupted all over my hand, my dress, me. Tris bathed me in his slick and his cum, marking me in a way that had my omega side purring. This was the first time I’d really touched someone sexually, relying on rumour and online forums to navigate the process, but I’d done it. Anyone who walked into this room right now, that took in the ways we were joined and our scents, they’d feel our bond instantly.
Which sent a cold finger of fear up my spine.
“Jesus, Kit.” Tristan, he kissed me slowly, deeply, like he wanted to devour me whole, so all those concerns got shoved to the side for him. The evidence of what we’d done was soon removed as his hand went to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down. “I need to see you, feel you,” he said, staring at me, his hands the only thing keeping my dress on right now. “I want to make you feel like that.”