Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 16| Facing A Monster (1)

The 2nd day of Drake's heat always seemed to be his worse. It hadn't occurred to me that his pain came in waves. One moment he could be fine and the next he could be whimpering for me to be inside of him. It was only one of the few ways I could make him feel remotely better.

"Aghh...please just...I..." I watched the omega tremble, fighting through the pain like a champ as I prepared his toys. I had purchased them on Amazon last night when he was sleeping so he could mitigate the pain while I rested up. I only had so much stamina before I was drained and to tired to help with his every sexual need.

"It's almost ready," I assured, breaking the large dildo from its package. Drake squirmed like a startled worm as I preyed his legs open and positioned the 8 inch dildo right up against his abused bud. I purposely made sure it was the same size as me so it would feel similar for him. I slowly pushed the silicone object into him earning deep satisfied cries.

"Ohhhh...Maxy! That's so good!" He purred out, while taking ahold of the toy while I sat back and watched. I mentally sighed with relief, knowing that it was enough to relive his pain. I had spent hours pleasing him, only to end up with a sore penis and a empty sack. If Drake wasn't on birth control he would've definitely gotten pregnant ten times over. There was also the off chance that he still did get pregnant. The pills only worked 95% of the time for omegas when they were in heat.

"Are you enjoying it?" I asked, feeling a little uneasy about the idea of having a child. I was well aware how common it was for an omega to get pregnant at a young age. Their heats were are an instinctual thing that can't be helped and it left them vulnerable and prone to child birth.

"Mhmmmhmm..." he moaned out. His eyes were filled with stars as he forced the fake cock in and out as fast as he could. I was glad he was enjoying it. I was also glad that he trusted me this much, even after what he had been through. If only there was something I could do about his family. I didn't worry much about Drake's father going to the press and telling them all about me and his son. What I did worry about was Drake blaming himself for whatever happened after.

Later That Week

The apprehension and fear I felt from Drake as our car got closer and closer was painfully overwhelming. I could barely touch him without him flinching or physically grimacing at me. I knew it was only a response to this very moment. The moment where I met his family.

We had argued non-stop after his heat finally ended about taking his father up on his deal. No matter how much I told him that I didn't care if the world knew I marked him, he felt as if he had to. I was prepared to never act a day in my life for him, but Drake wouldn't listen. He didn't want to be the thing that ruined my career even if I didn't see it like that. The self regret he'd live with would kill him. The only real ultimatum I gave him was that I do this with him. Every step, every disrespectful word, every uncomfortable stare-I wanted to be present for.

When the car came to a complete stop at his parents front gate, breath left Drake's body, never returning until I pulled his hand into mine. He was anticipating the absolute worst. Nothing could describe the fear I felt from him.

"Hey, I'm right here. You're not doing this alone," I assured him. The car began moving again once the gate was opened electronically, exposing the home Drake had grown up in. The modern estate was luxury personified. The long pathway that lead to their driveway was pathed with dark grey stone tablets that offset the white of the two story mansion and emerald green arborvitae privacy trees that blocked out the rest of the property. Once we pulled near the garage the entire build came into view. The French country design had black steel sloping roofs that were pointy and rigid at the tips. The large double pained non see through windows were partnered with black stone and siding, creating a more clean and agile look.