The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 29: Beau

I'm still catching my breath when the aftershocks of my orgasm die down, and my body goes limp against his desk. I feel his cum dripping down my ass, my spine, and relish in it. My wolf likes the idea of being marked by our alpha in some way, even only temporarily.

I feel a kiss on the back of my nape and his warmth engulfs me like a caress. "The things you do to me.." he murmurs, rough hands running up my sides. He kisses me again, lower, with more pressure this time, and I whine for him. I'm drunk on his scent and touch, needing more.

He chuckles, pulling back and I hear the rustle of cloth. Then he's wiping up the spillage left on me, even cleaning between my legs where slick has practically created a damn waterfall down my inner thighs.

I sit up when he's done, turning around and perching back up on the desk again. He throws the soiled shirt on the floor, his chest now bare from using it to clean me up, which I don't mind one bit. I greedily take it all in, biting my lip as his abs ripple when he sits back down in his chair.

"Come here," he pats his lap, and he doesn't need to ask twice.

I practically leap onto him, burrowing myself into his big body. His muscled arms come to wrap around me, securing me in his embrace and I feel so, so safe. It's like lock and key, the way I fit just right against him. I bring my hands up to cup his face, smiling affectionately before I press my lips to his.

He melts into it, hand sliding down my naked back to the small of it and pulling me in closer. I move my mouth against his gently, savoring how good all of this is—him, me in his arms, away from prying eyes.

"You make me feel so good," I breathe when the kiss breaks, moving one of my hands up to stroke through his hair.

"I'm pleased to hear that," He relaxes into my touch, shoulders slumping slightly.

I giggle, giving him a peck on the nose. "You're like a puppy,"

"Don't forget this puppy just made you cum all over his desk,"

Blood rushes to my cheeks at his words, and I bury my face in his neck. "Don't say things like that.!" I lightly slap his chest.

"I apologize," he laughs, cradling my head against him. "But I happen to find it extremely cute when you're flustered,"

"Ass," I scowl, but I don't really mean it. He's not an ass. He's Cyrus. My alpha.

Tucked under his chin, I feel like the most treasured omega in the world. I've never had luxury like this before. Being able to be so small in someone else's arms without asking. Being cared for and cuddled after intimacy. Being treated as a person, not an object.

When the alphas of the Blood Pack were done with me, they'd just leave me wherever, often unconscious. It was degrading, humiliating, to have to wake up alone, knowing what had been done to me. I was treated as worthless, my purpose only being an alpha's pleasure. Once they had gotten what they wanted and were satisfied, I was thrown away like trash until they needed something to fuck again.

I was never on the receiving end of tenderness—not even from my own mother, much less those who bedded me. The life I lived only a few months ago was cruel, and to have this completely different life now—it's a lot to adjust to. And I know I'm not the best at accepting that things aren't like they were anymore. It's a defense mechanism, and it sabotages my relationship with this man, even when he's shown time and time again that he isn't anything like those horrible alphas.

Cyrus... is new to me. It's strange, not having an alpha that's attracted to me also want to hurt me. I always thought pain went hand-in-hand with being desired. But when I look up at him, and remember all that he's done for me, I can't help but feel my heart give, the walls around it collapsing brick by brick.