Chapter 60 Was Alexander Finally Accepting Elaine? (R18)

The bed was large and spacious, its frame solid and silent beneath them, the mattress yielding just enough to cradle their weight without a sound.

Alexander lay on his back, his legs spread wide, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as Elaine positioned herself above him. Her weight settled against his thighs, the heat of her skin searing into his.

He could feel the heavy, thick length of her cock pressing against his belly, the tip slick with her arousal. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear.

"You’re trembling, Alexander," she murmured, her voice a low, gentle rumble. "Tell me what you need." She was really happy when he told that he wanted her knot.

Alexander’s hands found her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. "I need you inside me, Elaine. Please. I need to feel you fill me. I’ve been waiting all evening, thinking about this—about you."

"Are you in heat?"

"I might be."

She smiled, a soft, tender thing, and shifted her weight, guiding the head of her cock to the entrance of his pussy. He opened for her, the slick heat of his body welcoming her with a gentle, wet pulse.

She pushed forward, slow and deliberate, letting him adjust to the stretch. Alexander moaned, his head falling back against the pillow, his small, hard dick twitching against his belly, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Look at me," she whispered, and he did, his eyes meeting hers, dark and trusting. "I love you. I love the way you take me. You’re perfect, Alexander. Every inch of you."

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening on her hips. "I... I don’t know if I love you too. But I love how you fill me, how you make me feel whole. Don’t stop."

Elaine’s eyes dimmed a bit, but she still smiled at him. The omega beneath her was starting to give in to pleasure, his mind was already muddled up from all the tension.

She thrust deeper, her hips meeting his, and he cried out, a soft, broken sound that turned into a whimper as she paused, letting him feel the fullness, the way her cock pulsed inside him, stretching his walls.

Then she began to move—a steady, rhythmical rocking that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Her hand slipped down between them, her fingers finding his tiny dick, stroking it gently with a featherlight touch.

"Such a sweet little thing," she breathed, her thumb circling the tip. "So sensitive, so responsive. Every time you twitch, I feel it inside me."

Alexander’s hips bucked up into her touch, his breath hitching. "Elaine... I’m close... but I want more. I want to give you everything. I want to feel completely yours." His face was completely red, eyes were hazy and full of lust.

He reached to the side, fumbling for something on the bedside table. Elaine slowed her pace, curious, as his hand returned clutching a ball gag—black leather and a red silicone ball, clean and smooth. He held it up to her, his eyes pleading, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Will you let me wear this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elaine’s eyes narrowed at what he was holding. "Where did you find this?" She knew that he was reading that idiotic book in his free time.

"I created it after reading that book."

"Alexander, I forbade you from reading that book."

"Look, I need you, okay? That book said that alphas don’t like when omega becomes too needy."

Elaine’s heart swelled. She cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing his jawline, feeling the slight stubble she loved. "You don’t have to, Alexander. I love hearing your voice—the way you moan, the way you say my name. It drives me wild."

"I know, okay? But I want to test this... ahh... let me do it. Please let me."

"Fine, but remember that if you think that I will leave you alone because of your sounds, you are wrong."

"Okay... ahhh... I understand."

She nodded slowly, and he brought the gag to his mouth, parting his lips and inserting the ball behind his teeth. The strap clicked into place behind his head, and he closed his eyes, a soft groan escaping him through his nose.

Elaine watched him, the sight of him gagged, vulnerable, trusting—it ignited something deep in her chest, a primal tenderness mixed with raw desire. She leaned down and kissed the leather, then his forehead, then the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck!"

That book was affecting her... but in another way. Her alpha instincts wanted to fuck the hell out of him.

"Good boy," she murmured, her lips brushing his skin. "You’re so beautiful like this. Now let me take care of you. Let me worship you."

She resumed her thrusts, deeper and harder now, the knot at the base of her cock beginning to swell as she approached her peak. Alexander’s muffled cries became rhythmic, his body arching into hers, his hands gripping the sheets.

She slipped lower, her mouth finding his pussy—the place where they were joined.

"Do you want me to lick you?"

"Mphhhm!"

She licked around her own shaft, tasting her arousal mixed with his, lapping at the sensitive nub that strained above her cock. Her tongue circled it, then pressed flat against it, teasing and demanding.

Alexander’s muffled sounds grew urgent, his hips grinding against her face. The gag kept his cries muted, but his body screamed his pleasure in every twitch and tremor.

She sucked gently, then harder, her tongue flicking against his clit, her thrusts never stopping—a steady, relentless rhythm that drove them both toward the edge.

He was a mess of sensation—her cock fucking him, her mouth devouring him, her knot threatening to lock them together, swelling with each push.

"Let go," she breathed against his skin, her voice thick with lust and love. "I have you. I’ll catch you. Let me feel you come undone."

He did—his small dick spurting against his belly in hot, thin streams, his pussy clenching around her cock in waves, pulling her deeper. She followed instantly, her knot expanding fully, locking deep inside him as she spilled her warmth, her own release pulsing through her.

They lay there, tangled, breathing together, the gag still in place, her knot holding them joined.

After a long, blissful moment, Elaine reached up and unbuckled the strap with gentle fingers. Alexander sighed, his jaw relaxing, his eyes heavy-lidded and soft. He pulled her close, burying his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent—warm skin and sex and something uniquely her.

"That gag... you liked it."

"Yes, I did. But I like your voice more."

"Liar."

She shifted, careful not to disturb the knot, and wrapped her arms around him. "Always, Alexander. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I love your voice, your body, your heart—every single part. And I love how you trust me."

"I don’t trust you."

They lay in silence for a while, her hand stroking his back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm. The knot slowly receded, but she didn’t pull out, nor did he want her to. The large bed cradled them, wide and soft, giving them room to stretch and curl together.

"Tell me what you’re thinking," she said after a time.

He lifted his head, meeting her gaze. "I’m thinking I want to do this forever. I want to wake up beside you, tangled like this, every morning. I want to fall asleep with you inside me." He didn’t know why he said those words. Maybe it was the heat, but he still could feel his mind.

Elaine’s eyes softened. "Then we will. As many nights as you want. I’m yours, Alexander. Just as you’re mine." Was Alexander finally... accepting her?

"But we can’t."

Elaine stiffened at his words. "Why not?"

"We are going to divorce someday. Besides, I can’t keep using you as a way of relieving myself from my burden." Alexander looked into her eyes. "Shall we continue then?"