His Omega's Keeper

“All right, Jake,” I said, meeting his eyes with my own. “I trust you. And…I care about you, too,” I added, and then felt my face go hot with a blush. “Not that I’m falling for you, or anything,” I added quickly, looking away. “I mean, that would be crazy.”

“It would be deadly,” Jake said quietly. “Ani, when we leave here, we must go back to our former relationship and nobody can know what had to happen between us. Nobody. All right?”

“Of course!” I said quickly. “I understand. I mean, your dad and my mom would have a fit if they ever found out.”

“They must never find out.” Jake looked at me intensely. “Never, Ani.”

“All right, I already agreed,” I said, frowning. I knew that my mom would be really upset and his dad might even disown him. Of course we weren’t going to tell them!

Then we heard footsteps in the hall downstairs again that sounded like they were getting closer.

“Quick,” Jake murmured. “Start moaning again.”

“Ugh, all right.” I put a hand to my throat. “I’m getting so scratchy from all the moaning and crying though. Couldn’t we try something else?”

“Try what?” he demanded. “She has to think you’re having Royal Heat Syndrome!”

“What if you get on top of me and we pretend you’re uh, helping me feel better?” I suggested. I’m a good actress, but I really was getting tired of moaning and crying like I was about to die. It takes some doing to work yourself up like that and it’s mentally exhausting.

“Helping you feel better?” Jake raised an eyebrow at me. “You mean breeding you again?”

I shrugged, biting my lower lip. I was ashamed to admit I really wanted him to make love to me again. It was wrong to want that—wrong to do that, I told myself. And from the look on Jake’s face he wasn’t going to go for it.

“Maybe we can pull the covers over ourselves and pretend you’re uh, breeding me,” I suggested. “Or you can lay on your back and I’ll sit on you and pretend you’re, you know, up inside me. What about that?”

He nodded reluctantly.

“All right, but hurry. I can hear her coming!”

I could, too. The light footsteps which I knew as Ophelia’s by now were climbing the wooden staircase.

“Here, lie back,” I instructed him. Jake did, his left arm cuffed above his head.

As soon as he was in the right position, I threw a leg over his hips and pulled the sheet around my lower half. Then I braced my hands on his lower abdomen, (taking time to admire the tight, muscular six-pack as I did) and began to act like I was riding him and taking great pleasure from the experience.

The only problem was, it wasn’t much of an act. Because of the way he had filled me with his cum earlier, I was still incredibly slippery inside. And it seemed like Jake was ready to go again, too. Because when I sat down on him like that, I could feel the hard ridge of his cock sliding between my pussy lips to rub against my sensitive clit.

“God, Ani—be careful!” Jake growled softly. “You’re right up against me!”

“I know, I didn’t mean to!” I exclaimed, though honestly it felt really good. “I’ll move,” I told him. But just as I was trying to reposition myself, Ophelia’s head popped out of the trapdoor and I saw her looking in our direction.

Of course, there was nothing I could do then but keep grinding on Jake and pretending he was inside me.

“Oh!” I moaned, as I rubbed myself against him, my bare breasts swaying with every “stroke,” “Oh, Jake, yes—fill me up! Breed me again—I need you to!”

“Gonna breed you as long and as often as you need me to, baby,” Jake growled, playing his part. He put his free hand on my hip and watched me as I swayed above him. “Gonna fill you with my seed and make you feel all better inside, I promise.”

“Nothing but your knot in me can make me feel better,” I told him. “But this helps, Jake—it really does.”

Actually, I was getting hotter and hotter, since I was actually rubbing against him. My clit was throbbing as I ground against his hard shaft and I was actually starting to feel kind of close to coming. I reflected, a bit distractedly, how quickly I had gotten used to feeling pleasure in this part of myself where I never used to feel anything at all. In fact, I wasn’t just used to it—I was afraid I was beginning to crave it.

“Well, I was just coming to check on when you two might want your supper tray, but I see you’re busy right now,” Ophelia said, smiling at us.

“Later,” Jake told her, shooting her a glance and then looking back up at me. “We’re busy right now—I’m trying to help Ani deal with her Royal Heat Syndrome!”