Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Jules moistened his lips with his tongue, his heart thudding against his ribs. “Rude,” he said with a shaky smile. He felt hot. And shivery. In his defense, he’d never had a naked alpha on top of him. “I’m trying to help you, big guy. Don’t you remember me? And we really, really have no time for this. Let me go.”
The Xeus inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. Gauging Jules’s sincerity? Was his sense of smell that good, even despite Jules’s suppressants?
Jules forced his body to relax, emanating safe-nonthreatening-omega. It seemed to be working, because the predatory glint was fading from those glowing eyes, some rationality slipping back into them. Some being the key word. There was still something distinctly primitive about the way the Xeus was looking at him. A different sort of primitive.
Jules swallowed, becoming increasingly aware of the heavy, naked body on top of him. Of the hard hip between his thighs. Of a strong scent that was pure alpha—a scent that was starting to do terrible things to his body again. He smelled so good. How could someone who probably hadn’t had a real, non-sonic shower in ages smell so good? It was fucking unfair. Jules could practically feel his higher brain functions shutting down with each greedy inhale, his cock stiffening and his hole becoming embarrassingly slick. He was wet again, just from having this strange, ugly alpha on top of him. It was fucking horrible. He wasn’t a goddamn animal, and yet.
And yet he found himself lowering his eyes timidly and baring his throat.
The Xeus growled and shoved his face into his neck, his pheromones thickening and becoming so overwhelming that Jules whimpered and spread his legs, aching with need between them.
The arousal was as sudden as it was overwhelming. Jules whined, his body shaking with impatience and the rush of hormones. He wanted. He wanted… something hard inside him. He wanted a cock. He wanted this alpha to fuck him with his cock.
Part of him, the part that was still trying to think, was screaming, Stop, what are you doing?
But Jules couldn’t. He’d had no idea it was possible to want so much, so fast, to feel so desperate for it, like he’d fucking die if he didn’t get this alpha inside him, now.
As if hearing his thoughts, the alpha growled into his neck, his powerful body vibrating with tension. There was the sound of fabric tearing, and Jules realized that the Xeus must have ripped his pants and underwear, leaving him naked bellow his waist.
Yes, yes—
The alpha pushed his thighs wide and pushed his cock into him.
Jules cried out, his eyes widening and becoming unfocused. Gods. Such a rush. Had he just come? He wasn’t sure. But it felt so good. The thick length in him would have probably hurt if he weren’t so wet, so ready for it. His walls were squeezing the cock in him greedily, and he keened, impatient for more.
The Xeus gave him more. He started fucking him, hard and fast, low animal growls leaving his throat as his cock pistoned in and out of Jules’s hole. Oh fuck, fuck, so good. Jules was whining and growling with every powerful thrust. He couldn’t get enough, clenching around the cock in him, his fingernails sinking into the alpha’s muscular back, urging him on. Yes, yes, please, so good, more—
Part of him was mortified by his own shameless behavior—he was letting a strange alpha fuck him, as if he were a bitch in heat and not the noble, untouched omega he was. Not only that: the alpha was a Xeus in a feral state, all claws and fur. It should have felt terrifying. It should have felt disgusting. He shouldn’t have been moaning and clenching around this strange alpha’s cock, begging for more. But he couldn’t stop. He felt like he’d die if the alpha stopped fucking him. He felt like he’d die happily on that cock, he loved this, he needed this, he wanted this more than anything—
Jules arched, pushing back onto the cock pounding into him. “Ah—deeper!” He knew he was being illogical—there was no possible way the alpha could fuck him any deeper—he could feel his cock practically against his stomach, but somehow it wasn’t enough. He needed—he needed… “Deeper!”
The Xeus growled and sank his teeth into his scent gland, and the world exploded, his senses going into overdrive, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. Jules came with a sob, clenching around the cock in him, hard. So fucking good.
The alpha went rigid, and then Jules felt the thickness in him growing, alarmingly so. Hot liquid filled him up.
Jules opened his eyes dazedly and stared at the ceiling as he realized what he was feeling. The Xeus had knotted him, pumping him full of his semen. He had knotted him.