Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Before Lucien could say anything else, Aksel was shoving his hips apart and diving down to lick his sloppy, used hole.
Lucien gasped, oversensitive and overstimulated, but the hunger in him built up quickly with every lap of Aksel’s rough, coarse tongue.
He whimpered, spreading his thighs wider as Aksel’s dark head moved between them, tongue-fucking him deeply. Aksel’s tongue felt so much bigger and longer in this form, the texture less smooth than Aksel’s tongue normally was. But it felt amazing, and the fur felt surprisingly soft against his buttocks.
Moaning, Lucien pushed wantonly onto the Xeus’s tongue, his hands reaching up to squeeze and knead his own breasts. It was embarrassing, but thanks to his fixation on them, Aksel had conditioned him to always want stimulation on his breasts. Now he wondered what the Xeus’s fur would feel like on them, or his rough tongue on his nipples.
As if hearing his thoughts, Aksel moved up his body, rubbing his furred face all over Lucien’s stomach until he reached his breasts. Lucien whined when the Xeus latched onto his nipple, his hole aching with the need to be filled up. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me, alpha.”
Aksel growled and climbed on top of him, his body heavy and spicy with arousal. Alpha.
Lucien shivered, rubbing his hard nipples against the alpha’s furred chest as a huge cockhead pressed against his hole.
Aksel was shuddering on top of him. “I can’t,” he ground out, his voice so growly it was barely comprehensible. “I can’t hold back.”
“Then don’t,” Lucien whispered. “Give it to me, darling.”
And Aksel did.
He started thrusting, rutting into him with enough force to make it bruise, his girth driving Lucien crazy with need. It felt so incredibly good. Lucien was moaning nearly non-stop, overwhelmed in the best way.
There was still a distant part of him that couldn’t believe he was really doing it: allowing the son of his husband to fuck him like this, allowing the man he’d once known as a boy to take him on the ground in his shifter form. It was obscene. It was so wrong on so many levels. But he needed this, he needed this so much, needed Aksel’s cock, his thick, amazing cock, he wanted Aksel as deep inside him as he could get. It felt as right on a soul level as it felt wrong in his mind.
Aksel was growling as he fucked him harder and harder, the slick sounds of Lucien’s hole vulgar and filthy, but Lucien’s heart felt in heaven. It somehow felt like the most dirty, obscene act in the world and the most sacred. This was Aksel taking his body, his Aksel, his love—
Aksel’s knot started inflating inside him and Lucien sobbed out and came hard. His spent cock went soft, but his body kept shivering with mini-orgasms with every spurt from Aksel’s cock as his knot locked them up. So thick. So good. So, so good.
For a long, blissful while, it was the only thought in Lucien’s head. He felt so good. So perfect. Everything was perfect with the world.
He barely registered Aksel pulling him into his arms and pressing Lucien’s face against his throat.
“I’m sorry,” Aksel said. His voice sounded like his own again, but it seemed to come from very far away.
“What for?” Lucien slurred, unable to open his eyes. Huh. So this was what people meant when they used the phrase “fucked silly.” He’d never really believed that omegas could get high from being knotted by a compatible alpha. Until Aksel.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Aksel said, sounding unusually grim for a man who’d had marathon sex for most of the night. “None of this.”
“Why not?” Lucien mumbled, mouthing his pec.
“I’ve never wanted to hurt you. Or scare you.”
“You can never scare me, darling,” Lucien murmured. “My darling.”
He knew he should shut up. He couldn’t risk saying something he would regret later.
But he also knew this would remain true: he would never be scared of Aksel, no matter how he looked.
He would always love him, no matter what.
Always.
“Kiss me,” Lucien whispered, feeling clingy.
Aksel stared at him for a moment before leaning down and kissing him, again, and again, and again.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucien knew he was losing control of what was going on. He knew that his sexual relationship with Aksel could no longer be described as casual by any stretch of the imagination. It frightened him. And it made him giddy. He caught himself smiling randomly at odd times, unable to contain his happiness.
But at the same time, a part of him couldn’t trust this happiness. Part of him waited for the other shoe to drop. It wasn’t normal for him to be so content, to feel so good about himself, so happy. Part of him didn’t expect it to last.
And of course, it didn’t.
But it blew up in his face in a way Lucien hadn’t expected at all.