Page 73 of The Omega Slave

Kamir chuckled, but it soon became a gasp. “I’m a lot stronger now.”

“I know,” Tsaria said, “but I want you comfortable when I blow your mind.” Tsaria reached for the basket of oils that perhaps he should be embarrassed had been provided, but he was just glad now. “Has anyone ever done this to you?” Tsaria murmured, slicking his fingers with oil.

Kamir shook his head. “No, but I was hoping my alpha would.”

Tsaria stilled, his throat tightening, and knew what that word meant between them. He adored that Kamir trusted him. He slid a finger down his crease and reached back under, fondling his balls and tugging gently. At the same time, he circled Kamir’s hole with the tip of his slick finger. Kamir whimpered and Tsaria felt Kamir’s cock jerk. His own was hard as well, but this time was about Kamir.

He slid his slicked finger inside Kamir’s tight hole. “Yes,” Kamir rasped. “Oh please.” Tsaria kissed his back as a reward and pushed in a little more, angling his finger. “Gods,” Kamir cried out and jerked. Tsaria moved in and out, adding more oil,rubbing that special place inside that brought such a delicious reaction. “More,” Kamir groaned out. Tsaria inserted a second finger. “Gods, please more.” He pressed his slick fingers back inside and Kamir rocked back into his hand. Tsaria’s cock was leaking badly. He took his hand away from Kamir’s cock and lined himself up.

“You’re beautiful,” Tsaria whispered again and groaned as he pressed his leaking cock to Kamir’s hole. “Touch yourself,” Tsaria said, knowing it would help.

“Don’t stop,” Kamir pleaded, clumsily reaching under himself.

“Never,” Tsaria promised and pushed in a little before stilling. Kamir was hot and tight and everything Tsaria wanted, but he would never hurt him.

Kamir tried to push back. “Don’t stop,” he repeated, a catch in his voice.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” Tsaria gasped, struggling to stay still.

“I want you to take me, to keep me,” Kamir cried as Tsaria pushed in again, knowing he didn’t just mean when they enjoyed each other’s bodies. “So good,” Kamir added. “So good, don’t stop.” Over and over, he said the same until Tsaria was fully in. Tsaria stilled again, wanting to give Kamir a moment, but Kamir pushed back himself. Tsaria pressed his lips to Kamir’s back, then pulled out a little before plunging deep.

“Yes, yes,” Kamir chanted. “I can’t stop. I need to—”

“Let go, my beloved,” Tsaria ordered. “I have you and I’m not letting go.” Tsaria held Kamir’s hips and rocked into him faster and faster. Kamir cried out but pushed back into him, chanting not to stop until he stiffened and, with a loud shout, climaxed. His channel squeezed Tsaria’s length so tightly, he followed him right over the edge.

It took Tsaria a long moment before he could move, and he did so carefully, pulling Kamir back with him so he wasn’t lying in the wet spot.

Kamir murmured something unintelligible and relaxed in Tsaria’s arms. He let his breathing return to normal and knew he needed to get up and clean them both, but he just held his beautiful man, whispering his love, until with a sigh Kamir fell asleep.

Tsaria smiled and kissed Kamir’s neck. They had many mountains to climb. Tsaria would see to the pleasure houses. But more importantly, he was going to make a home so full of love Kamir would never want to leave. He wanted that with such passion it stole his breath. From the very beginning Tsaria had ached to look after his beautiful man, and he knew he would get to do exactly that every day. Tsaria loved the weight of Kamir in his arms and just held him tight, safe.

Exactly where he’d be for the rest of their lives.