On Noel's birthday, which he celebrated on Alastair's private yacht, the two made love right in the middle of the vast ocean. Without hesitation, the Alpha did it on the upper deck where all the crew could see what he was doing.
But it didn't stop there. They continued in a room on the luxurious yacht. Round two, round three, Noel could still feel his legs going weak.
In the next round, he completely lost himself in the pleasurable sensations that the Alpha gave him. The man was indeed a cruel alpha and had no feelings for his targets, but only with Noel did he not want to hurt him.
"Fuck, I'm dying..." Noel sighed deeply as she tried to regulate his own gasping breath.
His body was now covered in his own white fluid mixed with sweat. His chest rose and fell, his shaft limp between his legs, which he couldn't move.
"Ahahaha... Come on, Feisty. Did I wear you out, hmn?" Alastair lay next to him, pulling his Omega's body closer to him.
