62. Bodies Part I 🍋

Reminder: this is an Omegaverse novel. Female Alphas have a retractable member that allows them to impregnante males and females. For more information, see the Story Q&A chapter or The Unoffical Guide to the Omegaverse by Velvelyami on Wattpad. Thank you!

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Selene wasn’t prideful enough to admit Kiran fucked excellently. 
But this…gentle side of him was certainly new. Her body was still strong and aroused enough to keep going, but the softness in his eyes, the softness of his hand cupping her cheek…made her weak.
Of course, Kiran Cyrus *was* prideful enough to reject sentiment. 
He shook his head, clearing his throat, retracting his hand. He broke their gaze to state unabashedly at her still-peaked breasts. She refrained from rolling her eyes. “Open the front door already.”
Her teeth grated. The tightness of her core was slowly uncoiling. If she didn’t get her member inside Kiran, it would vanish entirely and she would be left unfulfilled. “No. Shut up and flip over.”
He sat up abruptly. “What are you so damned afraid of?”
Selene followed suit and glared. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she snapped.
“Liar,” he smirked.
“I’m not afraid.” Her heart skipping a beat gave her away, but she hoped Kiran missed it. But this was also the truth: “I’m *pissed*.”
Kiran sobered and searched her face. As good as he was at charming the shit out of anyone, he was surpassingly good at detecting when someone was holding back truths. Well, that *someone* was only Selene. “Because you can’t get pregnant?”
Her throat tightened. Her voice came out as a pathetic rasp. “Because I know I can’t.”
“Your mother did. My mother did. Have you even tried?”
“Of course I have, knothead,” she said defensively. She crossed her arms and looked away. “Nothing ever happened so I gave up. You know I hate whelps anyway. And obviously it wouldn’t have worked with Calla.”
The name in her mouth felt bitter. Not bad, just foreign. She’d said her lover’s name recently, but it was brief and unable to be cherished. Now she could reminisce and take her time to remember who she lost. 
“*She* could have had pups. You wanted them with her.”
She hated that he was right. She could have impregnated Calla and they could have started a family together. But she didn’t want to discuss that right now. “Why are you asking so many questions you already know the answers to?”
“I’m old. I forgot.”
“Stupid bastard.”
“Yes?”
“Just shut up.”
Kiran relented and rolled onto his stomach. Selene tried to muster satisfaction but her emotional cache had depleted. Releasing her retractable member, she made easy work of entering Kiran. 
Pleasure and pain rippled through them both. They were quiet but for moans and pants as Selene rocked their bodies up and down. 
She wasn’t completely overwhelmed like he was, but the scent of his rut was making her dizzy with want and need. Her flesh craved completion and damned be them if she didn’t achieve orgasm.
She was on the verge of it when Kiran’s voice broke her concentration. “What would it take to get you to try?”
With a violent flare of annoyance, she slammed herself as hard and far as she could with her immortal wolf strength. He grunted and whipped his head to the side to glare at her. But she snapped first, “Gods, Kiran, what the fuck?! We’re not talking about this! Let’s not talk at all. Silent sex, how’s that? I was almost finished!”
“Silent? Don’t know the word.”
“Clearly.” Spiteful, she pulled out and retracted her member. It was damp with her own slick so she rubbed herself on the pillows before moving a few clean ones over. Kiran rolled over and sat up, pushing his mussed hair out of his face before matching her sour expression. “Gods, *why*? Do *you* want to get me pregnant? Do you want me to bear your devil spawn? Just how horny is your empty brain making you?”
“We got into ruts for the sole purpose of mating! You just expect me to ignore my instincts?”
Selene made her tone low and cool. “I expect you to respect my boundaries, Kiran.”
His jaw tightened and he pouted for a moment. Then he sighed, releasing his tension. “Fine.”
“Thank you.”
They were stubbornly silent until Kiran’s obsessive need to listen to his own voice couldn’t handle it. To his credit, it wasn’t his boisterous charm. Instead he sighed and pushed his gold hair off his forehead. Selene hated that she thought it was attractive. “Fine,” he repeated. “I confess I haven’t knotted with anyone in a month. I’m desperate, Selene. But! But,” he reasoned when she opened her mouth to snarl. “I respect your choice. What if we tried…fingers?”
Selene snorted and raised her brows. “You’d settle for that?”
Kiran shrugged. He came onto his hands and knees toward her, and automatically she leaned forward to answer his kiss. As crass as he was, Kiran knew how to please with a gentlemanly sweetness. His arms looped around her and pulled her closer until they were pressed chest-to-chest with Selene in his lap, each other’s legs straddling the other’s hips. 
He was feverishly warm and oiled with sweat, his lips tasting like *her*, and Selene swiped her tongue over them. Kiran rumbled deep in his throat. His hard length twitched underneath her ass. She tried to tune that fact out and focus on her arms resting on his shoulders; focus on—
She broke an equally feverish kiss to rear back and meet his eyes, which were glazed over again. “I thought you said my ass was small. Your hands can’t seem to get enough.”
In response he squeezed and tried to spread them, smiling lazily. “I’ll settle.”
“You are not earning yourself points.”
“No,” he agreed. But he released her and skate his fingers up her back, featherlight. He pressed his cheek to hers, brushing his lips to her neck. 
Selene exhaled with her shudder. Every touch and movement became tame, tender….loving. Kiran’s fingers eased through the knots in her hair and slipped downward to rub the dimples at the base of her spine. He kissed her mouth, her nose, back down to her throat. She tipped her head up to allow access. 
In turn she simply kept her arms encircled around the back of his neck and let herself go liquid into his touch. She let her anger at him wash away with each breath they shared. She pictured each movement that he made behind her closed eyes. Gods, he made her feel so good.
She couldn’t imagine anyone else but him. She attempted to pretend he was Calla or Seff or one of her male Omegas, but no one was as skilled as Kiran was. Her mind was muddled but one thought process was: *should I? Should I give in to his selfish demands?*
Her mother, Monday, had given birth to triplets, sired by their father, Deimos. Kiran’s mother birthed him and his brother. It was possible for female Alphas to bear offspring. For decades Selene clung to that possibility. 
She loathed children. They were germ-ridden, loud, nonsensical, and useless for a good amount of time. They were only a byproduct of her sexual conquests. Lately, however, she had grown soft for her pups in the nursery and for Luan. Her heart pulsed each time she thought of him. 
But she couldn’t deny her damn hypocritical desire: have what she could never.
The second dilemma: if she could, would she want her potential offspring’s sire to be *Kiran Cyrus*? Her eternal rival from a forbidden pack? 
What if they inherited his insufferable temperament?
Kissing and tasting her so sweet, even that possibility wasn’t so horrible. 
Selene Hilal always got what she wanted. If that meant fucking the Sun Alpha, then so be it.