Page 22 of A Hal for my Heart

“Need your cum inside me. Please, Hal. It hurts so much. I need it.”

“Come, sweetness. Come for me.” And like I was the master of Briar, too, creamy cum spurted from his cock, covering my hand and my stomach.

“Oh gods!” he screamed, his small body shaking against me. My knot grew, and with a roar, I came inside Briar, drenching his hole in my cum. My orgasm went on and on, the strongest yet, as my body got ready to breed him. “Hal,” he gasped, his voice filled with wonder. “Your knot. I love it. It’s so… so big.” He squirmed around me. “I feel you everywhere.”

“I feel you everywhere, too, Briar.” I continued to fuck him in rocking motions, and his body reverberated with small aftershocks from time to time. His sweaty body clung to me, and I knew I’d have marks on my chest, my shoulders, my arms. I didn’t mind. I wanted them to be there long after Briar’s heat was over to remind me of how perfect it’d been. How perfect he’d felt. My body ached at the thought of Briar rejecting me. Not for good, I knew that wasn’t possible, our bond was already too strong. But when the heat was over, he wouldn’t want me to touch him. My touch would be unbearable to him, and he would push me away during his withdrawal. But I’d get through it, because on the other side, happiness awaited, endless and all-consuming.

I looked down at Briar, and his eyes were closed, his dark eyelashes fanned out against his flushed skin like tiny feathers. His lips were curled into the cutest pout. I traced the outline of his lips with my thumb, and he smiled sleepily.

“I love your lips,” I whispered, and more pink spread across his cheeks. Briar loved praise. I tucked that bit of information away, along with other things I was slowly learning about him.

His eyes fluttered open, burning green twin flames staring up at me. Then a dopey smile played along his lips. “I love your cum, Alpha.” I snorted, and Briar laughed. “It’s true,” he blinked at me, tiredness pulling at him. “I love how it fills me and soothes me from the inside. I feel so full and so…” A wet sheen coated his eyes. “So happy.”

I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead, then the tip of his nose and his cheeks. “I’m very happy, too, Briar.” I dipped out my tongue and licked new tears from his skin. “You make me very happy, Omega. Happier than I ever thought possible.”

He snuggled up against me, sated and knotted, filled with my cum. The waves would come with shorter intervals now, and soon he’d want me again. I let him sleep, allowing his body some much-needed rest. I watched him, unable to take my eyes off him, basking in how peaceful he looked and that I’d brought him that peace.

Chapter Eleven

Briar

My body shivered, and I found myself alone in bed. Blinking, I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Where was my alpha? Panic started to claw at me. The curse. Had it finally claimed him?

“You need to drink something,” Hal’s voice startled me, and I turned to find him holding a glass. Tears prickled my eyes at the relief of seeing him, but I forced them away. I did need to drink something. I was nearing the peak of my heat, and it would only be minutes before another wave would hit me.

I drank the offered water, Hal’s eyes not leaving me for one second as he made sure I was taken care of. I felt cherished in a way I’d never felt before, like I was truly his. His omega.

“Thank you,” I whispered as he took the now empty glass. Hal smiled and placed it on the dresser, giving me a perfect view of his meaty ass. I couldn’t believe I was allowed to see him in all his magnificent nakedness. That I was allowed to touch him.

Goose bumps pebbled across my skin as my body awakened. With a deep moan, I fell onto my back, spreading my thighs wide open. Dried cum stuck to my skin, but I was already too far gone to care. Another wave. “Hal,” I begged, reaching for him, needing my alpha to make the pain go away, to make everything better.

“I got you,” he hummed, joining me on the bed. His cock was hard, pulsing in front of me, precum already leaking from the swollen head. And I felt it, deep in my core. I needed Hal to breed me, to fuck his alpha seed into my womb and fill me. To knock me up. I think he felt it, too—the change, the desperation in me, because he hesitated for a moment. Then a wail tore through me, and he slammed into me, making the pain disappear as pleasure took over. His cockhead pushed farther and farther inside, brushing against my sensitive womb, and I shattered as I came, shooting my release between us. Hal kept fucking me, and I was hit with another wave of heat before he even came.

“Breed me!” I demanded, needing him to penetrate my womb and fill it with his seed. My omega longed to be claimed. “Hal,” I gasped. My sole focus was on my alpha breeding me, like my body finally understood what I’d been born for.

Hal’s eyes were the darkest shade I’d ever seen, his jaw tense, and his posture stiff. “Come for me, sweetness,” he coaxed, stroking my dick while he fucked into me in shallow thrusts, no longer hitting my womb like I wanted him to. I tried to fight the release that crept up on me, tried to beg him with my eyes to breed me, but Hal’s hand was too skilled, and I came long and hard. Hal came, too, spilling his hot seed inside me, and the feel of his knot locking us together had me closing my eyes with a deep-seated contentment.

I woke up, delirious with need. “Hal!” I cried, needing him inside me. I was burning up, my skin clammy with sweat and slick, my body ready for his cum and knot, ready to be impregnated by his seed.

Hal was there instantly, sliding his huge cock inside me, making everything better. “I’m here,” he whispered, slowly thrusting into me, grinding against my inner walls and making me feel everything. “I need to massage your womb a little, alright?”

A strange giddiness overcame me at his words. “Please,” I agreed, so ready for some womb action that my toes curled.

Hal continued to move slowly, dragging his cock with purpose as he did exactly what he’d promised, his cock rubbing deliciously against my womb, making me see stars. Finding a rhythm, he hit my womb hard enough to make me come. He groaned, a tortured sound, but continued to fuck into me, making me forget everything else. He came, without breaching my womb, and I groaned with disappointment. His amazing alpha seed was wasted. It needed to be inside my womb. I sobbed with frustration, but Hal just made soothing sounds and stroked my hair until I passed out.

When I woke up, the heat had subsided, but I was still burning for Hal, craving his touch. My need to be close to him wasn’t as urgent as the heat itself, yet more all-consuming, like I’d die without his arms engulfing me.

Hal came into the room, freshly washed from a bath. He looked exhausted, and I instantly felt guilty. It was my fault. I remembered begging him to breed me over and over again. He just did as I asked, fucking me relentlessly, making us both come, but never breaching my womb. A feeling of loss overcame me. Although I hadn’t thought of becoming pregnant, my body had still craved it, and it now mourned that I hadn’t.

“How are you feeling?” Hal asked tentatively, looking slightly worried as he dried his muscular chest with the towel. There were marks on him, some fresh and pink, others darker, purple. Marks created in the throes of passion as I clung to his body, digging my nails into his skin. Although Hal hadn’t bred me, it’d still felt like a claiming. And he’d claimed me back, biting into my thigh, the combination of pleasure and pain finally enough to sate me.

I gave him the best smile I could muster, knowing it didn’t reach my eyes. “Just tired,” I answered, wrapping my arms around myself. “I’m also trying to figure out if my heat is over or not.”

“I think it is. You slept for seven hours without interruption, so it’s unlikely another wave will hit.” He sounded a little sad, like he, too, missed the closeness.

“Oh.” Had I really slept for that long? Normally, when my heats broke, I’d get a fever or pass out for shorter amounts of time, like a sickness would replace the heat.

“It will start soon. The withdrawal. You won’t want my touch anymore. At least for a week or so.” He sounded as heartbroken as I felt.