Reid moved down my body, and pulled off my shoes, and yanked my pants and boxers off too. They hit the floor, the sound of my phone going with them. Oh well. I could worry about them later. Reid was dragging his fingers down my stomach. 

“Reid, please drink something before you start this. You’re already dehydrated.”

“What will you give me in return, Samuel?”

The urge to strangle him was there. But I sighed. “Hydrate yourself, and I’ll stay the entire weekend.” It wasn’t like I had other plans, anyway. 

“I sure hope you plan to stick to this deal,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking half of it. A stray bit of water rolled down from the corner of his mouth, and I wanted to have it. Fighting the urge to claim the misplaced rolling drop of water, I groaned. His pheromones were doing really crazy things to me. 

“A deal is a deal,” I said. 

“Good,” he purred. 

He dropped the half empty water bottle on the floor, and the sly smile on his face made a heat pool in my hips. I hated how handsome this man was. Sex was just sex at the end of the day, but I would walk around with his scent on skin for a few days. And if he scent mark me, it could last weeks. 

“Samuel, I would like your attention on me.”

“When did you take the medication last?” I asked. 

“I don’t have a clue,” he said. 

Great. So when the medication wore off, I could be in the middle of entertaining this beast of a man with my body, or I could be sleeping. 

“Is that a problem?”

“No. Not necessarily.” I muttered. “Do you have lubrication?”

He reached into the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube and a string of condoms. “Don’t worry doctor, I’ll prepare you for my cock.”

That cock of his was going to hurt with preparation. He was thick. He sat both on the bed and focused his attention back to me. He touched my thigh, running his hand up higher, and chuckled. “Why do you hate dominant Alpha’s so bad? It’s clear you desire my kind?” 

“I desire your body, Reid. Not your cocky attitude.” 

“Mm. Tell me you still hate me after I give you heaven, Samuel.”

His hand wrapped around my cock and stroked me. I didn’t need his hand to get me hard; his pheromones had already done that. He let go my cock, and shoved me up higher on the bed. His hands returned to my body, and his mouth hovered over my cock before taking my cock into his mouth. Looking down at his eyes was a colossal mistake. I was already losing the grasp I had on my pheromones. His tongue brushed the glands, and my pheromones slammed into the room.

  I gasped in pleasure as my body trembled in delight. His hands moved up and down my body, leaving me barely able to contain my moans. During the next few minutes, his mouth worked my cock, and I felt my orgasm intensify. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex with another Alpha. Let alone a dominant one. Betas were usually my choice of sexual partners. They weren’t able to make pheromones, but could handle being on the giving and receiving end. I enjoyed the flexibility. 

I curled my toes as a faint tingle started. I reached down and yanked Reid off my cock. I didn’t want to cum just yet. Even if pulling him away was cutting off the orgasm I wanted. 

“Lay down. I want to return to treatment.”

Reid didn’t do as I asked, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Crawling back to the edge of the bed. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. I was envious of him. Leaning forward, I took his cock into my mouth. I felt the vein under my tongue pulse and coconut and lime filled my mouth from his glands. 

The lime hint was spicy, like when he was angry before. The pheromones made my tongue tingle. Reid reached for the bottle of lube. I saw it from the corner of my eye and my heart pounded. Working on his cock distracted me from the incoming invasion. 

I hissed around him when he pushed the first of his fingers in. “Tsk. You’re so damn tight,” he said. With his cock in my mouth, I couldn’t respond. He looked down at me, and he looked pleased. It was a wonder this man didn’t have Omegas lined up around the block wanting to have his babies. 

He got two fingers in, and at the same time he used his free hand so shove his cock deeper down my throat. “Mmm. Your throat feels heavenly.” He pulled me off his cock and let me catch my breath. He slipped his fingers out of me. “Get a drink, unless you want to be dehydrated too, Doctor.” 

Instead of the fresh bottle, he gave me the same bottle he drank from. Not willing to complain about it, I drank the remaining water before closing the lid and dropping it on the floor. 

“Turn around Samuel. I need to stretch you out.”

Spinning around on the bed, I lifted my ass up, and I heard him open the lube again. He poured some on my hole, before he slipped a single finger in again. He worked that finger inside of me until he could fit a second one. He worked a third one into the mix and I gritted my teeth. He worked the three fingers for a few minutes. He pulled them out, and I heard the condoms being ripped. The wrapper of the condom fell beside me, and it did nothing to help the impending doom I was feeling. 

I heard more lube being squeezed out. I felt more being added to my backside, too. I felt him pressing his tip against me. “Relax if you can.” 

The restraint he was showing was better than a lot of other Alpha’s, even recessive ones in a rut. I bit my hand as he pushed deeper. He was making shallow thrusts to get me to open up, and it was working. It was just slow and painful. 

The last bit, he pushed quickly, and I hissed. I felt his hips resting right against my backside. He was definitely all the way inside, and I could feel him. How any Omega was supposed to take this was confusing to me. Fuck, it was like a third leg. 

He moved slowly, and his pheromone wrapped around me. It was pleasant right now. The light movements turned into proper fucking, and I felt like was even deeper than before. His hand rested on the back of my neck as he fucked me. Our pheromones mixed and it lost the lime, fading to just the smell of coffee and coconut. 

He moved again, lowering his body against mine, and he rolled his hips. His lips brushed the back of my neck and he took a deep breath. He was drawing in the smell of my pheromones. He slammed his cock in and out of me, stirring up the feeling of an orgasm again as he stroked my insides. Or rearranged them. 

My cock twitched a few times before the orgasm slammed through me and I clamped down on his cock. “Ugh, fuck.” I hissed.

“You’re going to strangle my cock,” he groaned. 

“Good—-” The scent of his pheromone changed. The scent of the suppressant was gone. His pheromones were flooding the room. I was already light-headed, but that wasn’t from his pheromones. But I was concerned if this was going to throw me into sickness. He didn’t stop fucking me. He probably didn’t even notice that he was unmedicated. 

He pulled his cock out of me. “Ride me.” 

He moved, getting on the bed and tossing the pillows out of the way and sitting against the headboard. “Come here and ride me.” 

Crawling up the bed, I positioned myself above him, and lined his cock up, lowering myself slowly. He ‘helped’ by jerking his hips and driving his cock deep.

“Ah, fuck,” I cried. 

He grabbed my chin and pressed his lips to mine, and our tongues danced and brushed against each other. Pheromones flowing freely in our saliva. He let go of my chin and parted. His hand grabbed my hips, and he bounced me on his cock. I grabbed the headboard for stability. His pheromones were over powering mine, every now and again I caught a hint of mine. 

“God, Samuel, your ass is hugging me so tightly,” he moaned. 

He slammed his hips deeper and deeper. I was sure he was trying to split me in half. A tingle was starting in my backside. 

“Reid, I think the condom—-” he slammed his hips into me, this time far more aggressive, and his arms wrapped around me, and his teeth sank into my flesh. I felt him growing inside of me. This cocky ass alpha was knotting. He removed his teeth from my shoulder and brushed his tongue over the wound, his pheromones easing the pain a bit. 

I was pissed. 

Biting back every single insult I had for him. I focused on his messy hair, and set to rake my fingers through it. We were going to be stuck like this for the next five to thirty minutes. Arguing with him, while this close, wasn’t a good idea. 

His nose was buried in my shoulder, and he was just drinking in the scent of my pheromones. Ten minutes later, he slowly pulled out of me, neither of us saying a damn word. The broken condom confirming my suspicions and the annoyance of the act we did. 

His scent was going to be on me, lingering for weeks.