Lilly [Hiatus due to School] > Books: age-gap‎ (186)

He has a heartbeat that harmonizes with mine. This man is fucking perfection. He’s my every sleeping fantasy and waking daydream. He’s the man I’ve wished for since I was a teenager. I’m not just hard for him. I’m completely and totally in love with him.

Pride in my submission. Pride for pleasing him so deeply. Pride in my bravery.

“Just how I like you best. And when you feel like that, you rely on me harder, trust in me deeper, and secretly, we both know you love the way it makes you feel.”

“I think you can do better than that, can’t you? You can let go with me Austin, let go and fall into your fantasy. Be the filthy dirty sweet boy you dream of being in your fantasies when you’re alone in your room at night. Tell me everything you’ve imagined. There’s no limit, nothing is too much.”

My heart swells, loving the fact that my alpha has claimed me. No matter how weird, strange, or sudden it sounds, I love this man. I love my alpha more than words can describe. Having a fated mate is better than I realized. I wish I had let it happen instead of fighting against it for my own selfish reasons.

“It’s not a question of letting,” Zain said, his gaze cold. “Aiden is an adult. All that matters is what he wants. And he wants to be with me.”

He should run. Run very far away. He shouldn’t wait for Zain to get him out of the country. After what he had seen on Zain’s face, he wasn’t at all sure Zain would ever let him go. Because the horrifying truth was, part of him didn’t care that this sort of possessiveness was more than a little disturbing. Part of him felt thrilled.

“The fullness. It’s delicious. Your cock is thick enough to make me feel good even when it’s not moving. I could sit on your cock all day. Can I sit on your cock all day? You can use me as a cocksleeve. Your personal cockwarmer.”

“I want you,” he admitted, blushing as he met Zain’s gaze. “I hate it, I hate that you’ve become the focal point of my life, and it keeps getting worse every day—the fixation, the obsession, the hatred. I’m not a hateful person. This is not me. I feel like I’m losing myself the longer I’m stuck here, turning into someone I don’t recognize.”

I want to have a family with you. I want forever.

“Your ruts are getting worse for a reason. You need Peter. Don’t waste time feeling guilty about it. Peter would much rather be with us than in prison, and we’re going to make him so happy and content that he can’t even stand it.”

“We’re going to make sure Peter has a good life,” Tex said, neither one of them moving out of the car. “We’re going to make him happy, and he’s going to make us happy, and none of us will have to think about how he got here. It’s not going to be an issue.”

He would never have tolerated Carver speaking to him like that in the bedroom—would never allow himself to be dominated and talked down to—but hearing it directed at Peter was hot as fuck.

Rather than feel trapped, Peter just felt… settled. There was something strangely nice about being completely unable to move, Tex and Carver’s hold on him absolute and non-negotiable.

Peter wasn’t ashamed of this part of himself. He was an omega, and it was in his nature to obey. He liked to obey. There was nothing quite so wonderful as an alpha you could trust telling you what to do.

Peter’s hole had never been so wet or so empty. He stared at his alphas—his beautiful hulking alphas with their hard bodies, chiseled faces, and massive cocks—and wondered why they weren’t fucking him. Not even in his worst heat had he craved a knot this badly.

Taking a knot in his mouth was horrible. It filled his mouth and throat, making him feel like he was choking, and the way it stretched his lips and jaw was pure agony. On the other hand, Peter had never felt so deliciously empty-headed and submissive as he did with Carver’s knot in his mouth. It made him feel like a hole—like a thing to be used—and for some god-awful reason, Peter liked that.

“I have a safeword, and you took it away without discussing it with me. Tex is right. That’s not okay.” “You don’t sound angry,” Carver said, confused. “But I think I should be,” Peter said, looking up at him over his shoulder. “I had fun yesterday, sure, but what if I had panicked or suddenly didn’t like it anymore?”

Scott hoped Derek wasn’t one of the assholes who thought omegas should be like slaves to their alphas. If he was, there wasn’t much Scott could do about it. He was Derek’s property now, bound to him until death.

Scott was an omega. Routine, rules, and clear expectations—with a firm and consistent discipline—would have Scott feeling content and happy in no time. Derek was sure of it.

“I mean, Derek is the boss. That’s the main rule. He’s in charge, and I have to accept that. But he said I could have friends, and I’m still starting college in the fall… other than the leash and collar thing, it’s mostly about respecting the fact that he’s the one with the power in the relationship.”

“It’s this box Derek locked me in. He put me inside with a whole bunch of stuff that smelled like him, and then when I went into heat, it was like… everything just built and built until I was out of it. I went totally feral. Couldn’t remember him taking me out or having sex with me or anything. I hated it,”

Derek wanted Scott to be a good omega, but more than that, he wanted Scott to be happy being a good omega. So Derek had a choice to make. He could keep using the box and force Scott to behave, or he could relent and let Scott be happy.

“So we’ll just be like two normal people in a relationship? Where each person has just as much say as the other?” Derek looked like he was sucking on a lemon, but he nodded. Scott let himself hope that this was real, knowing how crushed he would be if Derek pulled the rug out from under him now.

“You’re my mate. Your ass should be available to me at all times in case I need to discipline you. Your hole should be accessible for when I want to fuck you.”

“Others will see his beautiful ass in his vasska and want it. Then they’ll see my mark and know his hole belongs solely to me. I’ll see it every time I fuck him this way. Every time I lay him across my knees or bend him over to discipline him.”

“I’m so fucking vulnerable like this, bound and helpless and dicked within an inch of my life. And yet I’ve never felt safer. Which is weird. Everything about this is weird.”

“You don’t have to run away from me,” he says quietly. “I’m never going to hurt you, baby. I know you don’t believe me yet, but that’s okay. We have the rest of our lives for me to show you, and I don’t mind showing you every day. When you run, I’ll just keep bringing you back. I will always bring you back, Connor. Every time you lose your way, I’ll remind you that you’re worth finding.”

His thick, wiry bush peeks around my thighs. I’m pale and smooth against him, and it’s fucking hot. For the first time in my life, I want to be swallowed up by a man. Male. Fuck, gimme this alien. I want the contrast. I want a belly full of his come. And I want that big dick in my ass.

“How does that sound, baby? You’ve wanted a dick inside you for a very long time, haven’t you? But no one’s been willing to give it to you.”

“You want to give in, Arlo. But you’re a big boy, and the men you encounter want you to fuck them. Your face and size stop you from getting what you want, and what you want is to be owned. Kept. Held down and fucked like the greedy little bottom you are. Lucky for you, I’m a whole lot bigger and exceptionally interested in giving your sweet hole all the attention it deserves.”

“How does that sound, baby? You’ve wanted a dick inside you for a very long time, haven’t you? But no one’s been willing to give it to you.”

“You want to give in, Arlo. But you’re a big boy, and the men you encounter want you to fuck them. Your face and size stop you from getting what you want, and what you want is to be owned. Kept. Held down and fucked like the greedy little bottom you are. Lucky for you, I’m a whole lot bigger and exceptionally interested in giving your sweet hole all the attention it deserves.”

“I’m so fucking vulnerable like this, bound and helpless and dicked within an inch of my life. And yet I’ve never felt safer. Which is weird. Everything about this is weird.”

“You don’t have to run away from me,” he says quietly. “I’m never going to hurt you, baby. I know you don’t believe me yet, but that’s okay. We have the rest of our lives for me to show you, and I don’t mind showing you every day. When you run, I’ll just keep bringing you back. I will always bring you back, Connor. Every time you lose your way, I’ll remind you that you’re worth finding.”

His thick, wiry bush peeks around my thighs. I’m pale and smooth against him, and it’s fucking hot. For the first time in my life, I want to be swallowed up by a man. Male. Fuck, gimme this alien. I want the contrast. I want a belly full of his come. And I want that big dick in my ass.

“You’re my mate. Your ass should be available to me at all times in case I need to discipline you. Your hole should be accessible for when I want to fuck you.”

“Others will see his beautiful ass in his vasska and want it. Then they’ll see my mark and know his hole belongs solely to me. I’ll see it every time I fuck him this way. Every time I lay him across my knees or bend him over to discipline him.”

Never had anyone smelled like him. Never had anyone made me feel like this. I was hungry, aroused, afraid… raw. I felt raw. It hit me harder than the lightning that had nearly killed me a couple of days ago. Ansel is my mate.

“Ansel, sweetheart, I might be here for eighty more years. I want nothing more than to spend them all by your side, loving you, taking care of you, holding you when you need me, and cheering you on from the sidelines when you fulfill your dreams. You’re my mate, my treasure, and the love of my life. Will you become my husband?”

“Fractured ideas flashed through my head while my body soared. About what he’d said, being my first and my last. That I belonged to him now. That I wasn’t a virgin anymore. He’d taken me. Claimed me. My dragon. His cum was filling me. I hoped there was a lot of it. Like when he’d come on my face and into my mouth and I could barely swallow it all. Now it was filling my guts in spurts. I tried to feel it. Find it inside me.”

“One day, I’d breed him. I’d fill him up, make his belly grow round and his chest swell with milk and love.”

“You came to me, smelling of heat, trembling. Your cock was hard, and you were blushing.” I kissed the side of his throat and nipped at the tendons there. “And I thought that you were my birthday present. You, in heat. It made me so happy.”

With three against one, August had a guilty realization that they needed to do more to safeguard against accidentally pressuring Dylan into taking on more than he could handle. It was already too easy to get carried away – as Dylan’s currently numbed hole could testify – and with three of them, the damage they could do was considerable.

“We also don’t want to accidentally pressure you into doing things,” August said. “We can be enthusiastic sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that we’d be angry with you for saying no. You know that, right?”

Every time he tried to process the fact that he was tied to August and Ryker for the rest of his life, his heart started beating fast and his chest felt like someone was sitting on it – and not in the fun way like when August planted his ass on his chest and sat there slapping his dick down on his face.

Having sex with August and Ryker wasn’t scary – he’d enjoyed every single encounter he’d had with the two alphas – but depending on them not to feel that horrible yearning empty feeling, that terrified him.

“It was a primal sort of love that transcended our shifter species and even our humanity. It was the kind of love and devotion that had likely led to the genesis of shifters to begin with and it was the type of love that would keep our bloodlines alive for as long into the future as we could envision or comprehend.”

There were worse things than being fucked by a goddamned legend. One of those worse things would be to be murdered and eaten by him, but right now, Elias just wanted to think about the good, the way that, in this moment, he was occupying all Hughes’s thoughts, making him hard, making him hurt others.

Still, there was something irresistibly sexy about lying here in Hughes’s strong arms, tangled up with him as Hughes pinned Elias’s legs to the mattress with one heavy thigh. Their bodies fit together so perfectly, Elias dwarfed in the best way by the larger man.

“You’re mine. Your life is mine. I’d kill anyone who even thought about hurting you. I’m your weapon, Elias. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

“I won’t hurt you, pretty boy, not like I hurt the others. I’m not… I mean, I’m still crazy, technically, but I’m not out of control now. I know what I’m doing, what’s real.”

“No one’s ever really loved me but you. After Roger, I don’t tolerate liars. I know what I look like. I know I’m crazy, too. But I’ll do anything for someone who loves me back.”

“You’ll have me to keep an eye on you, to make sure you’re getting your meds, and we’ll be fulfilling your life’s promise as best we can. Get you to become a doctor, even if it’s sort of off the books unlicensed. But you can help people. That can help you pay penance better than sticking you in a hole can.”

​​I feel coddled and pampered as fuck as I chew. I feel taken care of and smug and spoiled, and for the first time in my life, I relate to Jessie. I relate hard.

I’m starting to realize how un-okay I am about being without him. I need him. I don’t just need him. I want him. Not even in a pervy way. I want him to ask how my day was, and I want him to dish up my food for me, and I want him to make me a smoothie that tastes like ass.

I know I’m a mess, and I know he can see it. I don’t care though. I want him to see. I don’t know what he sees in my eyes, but in his, I see sternness and consequences. Caring and kindness.

I love it when he teaches me anything. I love being close to him, and I love that he takes the time needed to focus on improving me. I love it so much that I found myself squirming while being taught how to water houseplants the other day, but being taught how to take a dick?

I’ve had my arm around him since we sat, and I won’t be moving it anytime soon. Arrangement or not, there’s no way on Earth I’ll ever let a boy who needs comfort go without.

Why the fuck does it matter that he’s Jeff’s son? Who the hell is Jeff to think he has some sort of ownership over Elliot when he hasn’t done a damn thing to be a father to him? And who the hell is society to tell us I’m too old and Elliot’s too young.

The sight that greets me is the stuff of dreams. My dreams. A beautiful, beautiful boy on my bed. My boy. Stark naked. Legs spread. Smooth, velvety skin wrapped snuggly around solid muscle. Hamstrings tensed and ass tilted up. A pretty pink hole perfectly presented for me.

And Jesus, he makes me feel good. His body is perfect for mine. Perfect. A perfect hole for this dick. A perfect boy for this Daddy.

“His cock throbbed like something poisoned. He needed, he needed to have his silver fox, his beautiful silver slave, his obsession, split and panting on his cock, bouncing against him.”

“The answer was no, obviously. Tony had not ‘thought’ about anything for the past three weeks that did not involve collars, manacles, lube, sucking (dick and/or face), fucking, bondage, or anything tangentially related to getting sloppy with Ezra Fontaine.”