Page 72 of Alpha’s Conquest

He chuckled ‌between gulps of milk. “Calling me Sir today? You must be extra horny.”

Though our play was a permanent part of our relationship, I only brought out that nickname for special occasions, like when I was taking a punishment or pleading with him to let me have my way. As much as it turned him on to hear me call him Sir, his own name from my lips was like an aphrodisiac.

Except for the two months of healing after I gave birth, our sex life hadn’t dimmed in the slightest. He kept me busy whenever we had a quiet moment in between diapers and feeding schedules. Now that my pheromones were back to normal, our cycles had synced, and that meant every month he was on me like a rabbit for four days straight. It was always four days. Always. I was used to one, maybe two. That was manageable. Four was a marathon, and my heats always ended halfway through.

I couldn’t complain. With Adam suckling at my nipple, his hand already reaching inside my pants to grasp my cock, I was powerless to say no, even if I wanted to. I wanted every moment of this, no matter how overwhelming or intense it could be. You would think that two years of insane sex would’ve gotten me used to it, but Adam always found ways to surprise me.

The ache in my breast eased as he drained one side. The other lay weeping for attention, so swollen I groaned when he cupped it in one hand. The pain and pleasure drove me higher and higher. He stroked my length, giving the head of my cock a gentle swirl. My hips twitched, thrusting into his hand, seeking relief.

His chuckle made me moan, and he kissed a wet path from one side of my chest to the other. “You’re always so impatient. Do I not fuck you enough, little one?”

That was a precarious question, because no matter what I said, he was going to fuck me raw for days just to prove a point.

“Don’t be silly,” I answered, hoping that was neutral enough. “You could drain me dry every day of my life and I’ll still want you.” He gently bit my nipple and sucked the pain away. I never thought someone drinking my breast milk could be so erotic.

He released my cock and nipple, and I couldn’t help my disappointed sigh. “We have to be at work all day today, which means I get to do whatever I want to you before we go.” He yanked my pants off and shoved me onto our bed. I barely had enough time to right myself before he parted my thighs and climbed on top of me. Even with a predatory glint in his eye, his kiss was full of passion and heat, savoring my taste and my tongue before he took me. If I was addicted to him, he was starving for me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to where I needed him. “If we don’t hurry, we won’t have time for anyth— fuck.” He interrupted me by shoving his entire length inside me until our bodies were flush together. Sucking my nipples and jerking me off had worked me to a fever pitch. It only took five strokes to make me cum. Five. It was equal parts pleasure and humiliation to climax that quickly. Once, Adam had made me cum in two thrusts, and he hadn’t stopped trying to do it again ever since. “Agh,” I grunted as my body shuddered and trembled, my cock still spurting cum all over me.

His pleased smirk made me turn bright red. “Cute.” He took my thighs in both hands and fucked me into the mattress. Every thrust took my breath away, and I dug my hands into the pillows to hold myself together. “You’re so perfect,” he growled. “My perfect little omega.”

He turned me onto my belly, and we kept going, his relentless rutting utterly destroying me. Our hands clasped together on the sheets, his ring brushing against mine. His pheromones covered me like a second skin, an extra layer of arousal to drive me insane. As he thrust into me harder and harder, his soft kisses on the back of my neck felt like a prayer, a quiet reverence for the mark he left on me. That small bite mark on my pheromone center made me his more than any ring or ceremony ever could. I had never wished to belong to anyone. Now I could not picture my life any other way.

My eyes rolled back as the pleasure mounted higher and higher, his soft growls doing me in with every second. He panted against my neck, his own release coming as swiftly as my own. His hand tightened around mine, and he reached between my legs to stroke my cock.

“Cum with me, Casey,” he whispered in my ear.

I let it all go, giving him everything I had, and he did the same for me. His hand went still, holding my cock in place as he fucked a second orgasm out of me. Filled with ecstasy, my arms trembled with shudders rushing all over me. He jerked me off, prolonging that feeling until he was reaching his own pleasure and shooting his cum inside me. My arms collapsed underneath me, and we flopped onto the mattress in a sweaty heap.

He rolled to the side, taking me with him. His arm came around my waist as we both struggled to catch our breath. “Fuck.” I knew the feeling. He pulled me closer, and I curled into him, fitting my back against his chest. “That definitely made another baby.”

My hand settled over his, and a soft, tired laugh escaped my lips. He said that every time we had sex now. We both wanted more babies. “Doctor Hanna said it might take a while for me to get pregnant again.”

He kissed my neck, my cheek, my shoulder. He kissed every part of me he could reach, leaving his mark on my skin with every touch of his lips. “I have nothing but time.”

“Hope the next one looks like me.”

“They will. And the next, and the next.”

A house full of babies that looked like Adam. But as much as we dreamed and hoped for it, we both knew we would be content no matter how many children we had. Maddie was already a gift, and no matter what, she would grow up happy and loved.

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and started sitting up. “Come on. Maddie will be home soon.”

Adam put his arms around me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stopping me from getting down. “I need you night and day, Casey.”

I kissed his sunburned cheek, caressing his beard with my nose. “I’m right here.”

“Tonight you’re all mine.”

“Deal.”

We got up and cleaned off before getting dressed, something that took restraint on both sides. His earthy scent still tempted me in ways I couldn’t explain. Taking his hand, we left our bedroom behind.

My phone buzzed, and I took a second to check the screen.

Jace

You pregnant again yet?