His breath hitched as I licked a wet stripe up the underside of his swollen cock. Curling my tongue around the rim, I sucked the glans into my mouth. He whimpered, trembling.
Would he like it if I used my teeth, I wondered. If he was my true mate, my fated mate, he’d be made just for me, so I figured he probably would.
Experimentally, I grazed my teeth lightly over the head of his cock. From the way he hissed and pushed his hips further into my face, I concluded that he did, in fact, enjoy a little bit of teeth.
“M-more?” he said it like a question, like he wasn’t sure it was okay to ask for it.
“Anything you want. Tell me what you need,” I encouraged him. “I want to make you feel so good.”
“More of that, alpha,” he growled. I chuckled, and he shivered at the vibration around his dick. For a timid omega, he was surprisingly brave in how he spoke to me, an alpha he barely knew except for a few hot days together during his heat, and there hadn’t been much talking then.
I ran my teeth down his length, nibbling gently, occasionally biting – not too hard, just enough to make him squirm. The noises he made were delicious. They went straight to my groin, and my already hard dick went even harder. I could feel the wetness in my sweatpants as I leaked. I was startled to realize that maybe I wasn’t going to last.
This time when I reached the base of his cock, I kept going, sucking his balls into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue as he groaned and tried not to squirm. He was completely vulnerable with his balls in my mouth, but he didn’t try to stop me. The trust warmed something in my chest, and I hummed softly. The omega moaned.
I released his balls with a dirty, wet, plopping noise, pushed his knees up towards his chest, and licked my way down his taint until I reached his hole.
Drawing back, I admired the sweet pink pucker. It glistened with slick. Leaning in, I blew a hot breath over his twitching entrance before licking around it in a circular motion. The omega whimpered, his breath stuttering.
“Please...” he begged, grasping his knees and pulling them tightly towards himself.
I did it again, then pushed the tip of my tongue in deep, relishing his deep groan. Although he wasn’t in heat this time, his slick was copious and he tasted fucking delicious. I fucked him gently with my tongue until I couldn’t bear his sweet noises anymore. If I didn’t want to come in my sweats, I was going to have to move things along.
Replacing my tongue with a finger, then two, and finally three, to the chorus of a litany of moans and whimpers, I opened him up.
“Ready for me?” I asked him, as I removed my fingers and tugged down my waistband, allowing my erection to bob free.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” begged my sweet little omega. He looked so beautiful writhing wantonly on the bed with his pale skin flushed a delightful pink, quite different from his normal shy self, that I took a minute to admire him.
“Alpha! Now!” he commanded suddenly. I grinned, delighted that he was being so demanding.
I pressed my cock up against his hole and slid in easily, his tunnel opening to receive me, his muscle clasping me tightly. I gave him a moment to adjust before beginning to move,thrusting my hips slowly at first, then faster. He pushed back, thrusting down onto me.
“Harder!”
I grunted with the exertion as I snapped my hips harder and faster, railing him into the mattress. My body grew slick from sweat, my hips slapping into him with a filthy squelching sound. He moved beneath me, groaning and swearing, his face and body flushed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The pressure of his sweet body around mine, the feel of his soft skin as it rubbed against me, his utter abandon as he writhed and begged for more, all pushed me to the brink, but I didn’t want to go first. I took his dick in my hand and gave it a firm stroke as I adjusted my angle and drove my cock into his prostate.
He screamed as he came, long spurts of creamy liquid hitting his chest, and I followed him over the edge, collapsing on the mattress beside him with spots dancing before my eyes.
When my head had cleared, I pulled him to my chest and whispered, “Was that okay? Are you alright?”
He giggled, a soft tinkling sound that lit up the night. “That was… perfect,” he said, snuggling in close. A minute later and he was asleep, his soft little snores so endearing I wanted to protect him forever.
Shortly after, I followed him into slumber.
Chapter 16
TOSCA
I wish I could say we went at it several times during the night, but the unfortunate reality was that I was so worn out by the first round and all the emotions that had preceded it, that the next thing I knew, dust motes were dancing in a beam of sunshine streaming in through the window and the day was stirring. A few birds chirruped outside; in the distance, an occasional voice called out; the faintthump,creak,thudas a door opened and shut. The camp was slowly awakening and soon I would have to leave this warm cocoon.
Why was I kidding myself? It wasn’t the bed I was reluctant to leave.
I lay still, taking stock of everything. The mattress felt hard and a little lumpy beneath me, the cover coarse and scratchy. I grimaced to myself remembering – we’d made a mess of the bed and someone, probably me, was going to have to clean it. I didn’t care though. I did care about what we’d done. The sex had been as amazing as it had been in the cave during my heat, only this time we hadn’t been driven by heat hormones, andthatmade it all the better because we’d had a choice. Well, he had really.Although I had wanted it too, if I hadn’t, in this pack, there wasn’t an option for me to refuse. Although, to be fair, hehadgiven me the choice. Warmth curled inside my chest. I liked that he’d wanted me. That he’d chosen me of all the omegas here.
My chest prickled, distracting me from my thoughts, and when I rubbed the itchy skin, dried, flaky stuff came away on my fingers. One corner of my mouth ticked up. I became aware of the musky, woodsy scent enveloping me, the warmth of a breath on the back of my head and the fact that something long and hard was pressed up against my crease.My alpha.
“You’re awake,” the deep voice rumbled through my rambling thoughts, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my neck.
