Page 19 of A Hal for my Heart

“Hal,” I whimpered, my body shaking with another forceful wave of pain. Noticing my tension, Hal moved forward and placed his body on top of mine. He settled between my thighs, his heaviness such a comfort already, then he pushed inside me on a long growl that soon blended with my relieved moan. He fit so perfectly inside me like he was made just for me. The perfect alpha to my omega. The pain subsided slowly. My heatwaves normally came and went at a rapid pace, not just one wave followed by a break until the next hit, but constant and overwhelming. This time was different, though, like a subtle flame burning inside me, lighting my body up from the inside. It felt like heaven, and it was all because of him.

I closed my eyes in bliss, enjoying how his cock filled my hole, soothing any remnants of pain. Calloused fingers touched my cheeks, wiping away my tears. “Are you alright, sweetness?”

Sweetness.

My heart soared in my chest. I nodded, feeling so cherished as Hal’s fingers whispered along my skin, igniting a fiery longing in me. How long had I yearned to be touched like this? How many nights had I spent dreaming about this exact moment? Too many to count, honestly. Hal’s touch was better than my imagination. I felt alive for the first time in my life, and although he was almost a stranger to me, I felt like I was truly his. I wanted to be. If we survived this together, I’d never let him go. How could I?

The throbbing returned, my body no longer just satisfied with Hal being inside of me. It needed him to move, to fuck me, until my hole was molded around his cock.

“Move,” I begged, thrusting my hips forward, grinding on his hardness. “Yesss,” I hissed, feeling him rub deliciously against my inner walls.

Hal groaned before pulling out and slamming back inside me, making me moan louder. His hands held my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he fucked into me with long, deep strokes. His touch was firm, claiming almost, like he was just as starved for my touch as I was for his. I’d never been touched like this before, by a lover. Everything felt new and foreign to me, yet so right and natural, like I was born for this, born for him. I hoped I was.

Goose bumps broke out across my skin, like a cool breeze whispering down my neck and spine. Like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

“Hal,” I begged, clinging to him, and like the perfect alpha he was, he seemed to instinctively know what I needed.

“I’ve got you, my sweet Briar,” he cooed, then placed his huge hand over my dick. I erupted immediately under his touch. Never before had I felt pleasure like this, so all-consuming and blinding. His hand had barely stroked my length before I spurted my cum. Satedness replaced the ache, followed by immense exhaustion. Hal had made me come, had chased away the pain, and now my body was numb and tired as sleep pulled at me. I usually never slept during my heats, too restless to find peace, never content, always yearning. Now I knew how it felt to be satisfied.

Hal cradled my chin as he continued to rock into me, his eyes searching my face. My alpha had the prettiest brown eyes I’d ever seen, the center a color that reminded me of the caramel taffies I’d loved as a child, the outer ring like rich chocolate. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto my chest, strands of damp hair clinging to his skin.

“You want my seed, Omega?” His cock prodded against my womb.

“Yesss,” I hissed, imagining my womb opening for him like a flower. It wasn’t time yet, but soon. I wanted Hal to breed me. My omega needed it.

“You want my knot, sweetness?” He looked at me like I was the most treasured thing in the world.

“Yes,” I smiled. “Knot me, Alpha.” The feeling of bliss would soon morph into pain again until I had his cum in me, his knot keeping it locked inside. I was ready. I needed it.

Hal growled, a possessive, feral sound that grew from his broad chest and vibrated through my body where we touched. Snapping his hips, he started pounding into me like a man possessed, his cock carving its way deeper with every thrust. I clung to him, reveling in the feel of him. His muscles flexed and rippled under my touch. My alpha was so strong, so perfect.

“Mine,” he gritted, grabbing my cheek and gazing into my eyes. I knew the moment he reached his climax because his body shook on top of me. His cock pulsed, filling me with his seed. Although Hal hadn’t bred me, he’d still claimed me. I knew in my heart I’d never want anyone but him. No other alpha could make me feel the way he did, with his strong body, determined mind, and gentle touch. My dick twitched at the thought of being his.

“Gods!” Hal groaned as pressure built around my rim. Hal’s cock grew, threatening to split me in half. All the air left my lungs, and just when I couldn’t take any more, my body adjusted to his size. “Ahhhh,” I moaned, feeling his knot form, locking us together. My core sang with contentment. This was everything I’d ever wanted.

“Sleep now, Briar,” Hal cooed, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re safe now, Omega.” I nodded, half asleep already. I just hoped Hal would be safe, too, and that my selfishness wouldn’t make him pay the ultimate price: his life.

I was pulled from the best dream of my life as waves of pain moved through my body. It took me a while to remember what it meant. Fear grabbed my chest. I was in heat! And I’d been asleep. How was that possible?

“Hey, shh, it’s alright,” a familiar voice soothed me, warm hands cupping my cheeks. “I’m here.”

Here. My eyes flew open, and there Hal was, smiling tenderly at me. I was in his arms, his naked body wrapped around mine like a comforting blanket. Fragments of memories flooded my mind. Hal bursting into my room. Hal fucking me, coming inside me, knotting me. Taking care of me, his deep voice whispering words of comfort against my heated skin. Sweetness.

Hal had touched me.

“Hal?” I grabbed his arms, digging my fingers into his skin, fearing this was the worst nightmare ever, and that I’d soon wake up alone, shaking with pain. “Are you real?”

His chest rippled with a deep chuckle. “My silly omega,” he cooed, kissing my temple. “Of course I’m real.”

“But… how are you here?”

“Where else would I be?” he sighed, nuzzling his nose against my neck, nibbling on my skin.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tight.

“Briar, why didn’t you tell me your heat was so close?”

“I…” I cleared my sore throat. “I didn’t know.”