He was about to give Lycan the day off, send him to Caine, anything to retain his sanity, but Lycan drifted closer, and Seath found himself ensnared in the inquisitive eyes of his mate. As if Lycan was just now realizing the vastness of desire and wanted Seath to teach him its ways. To help him map it.
“Alpha,” Lycan said again and Seath closed his eyes to the sound of the omega’s voice. Lycan had called him Alpha, everyone did lately, but this . . .this was the honorific laced with need and want and very real desire. His cock swelled, ready to knot right then and there, to fuck and keep fucking for the foreseeable future.
Sweat ran down his back at the effort not to move, to not break the moment, and to let Lycan set the pace of what was happening here.
“Do you always smell like this, Alpha?” Lycan asked, moving around the desk as if his feet were deciding for him, carrying him to his mate. Seath stayed put, not wanting to scare the omega with the hard pole tenting his pants.
He also didn’t dare breathe. His scent hadn’t changed, but the idea that Lycan scented him for something more made his head spin. He almost refused to entertain the possibility that this was the day he had been waiting for.
The day Lycan’s wolf knew.
“What do I smell like, little thing?” Seath asked; his voice too deep, too rough.
“I don’t know the words.” Lycan spoke lazily, as if he was intoxicated.
Seath stood, partially because he didn’t want to keep resisting the pull to have Lycan in his lap, and partially because Lycan kept swaying a bit.
There was no holding back his arousal, so he dropped his efforts to lock his scent down, and moved closer. Lycan looked up at him — a beautiful sight of a beautiful omega. Sun kissed curls of dark blond, big green eyes, and a flush of arousal across his cheeks. Full lips parted and pupils blown. He seemed to breathe in Seath’s full scent from the air in gulping lungfuls, as if it gave him sustenance.
Seath could take no more waiting, and he reached out a finger, touching the skin at the corner of Lycan’s neck and shoulder, where the mating bite would be.
Lycan drew in a sharp breath at the touch, and the smell of his slick filled the room as Seath let down any last defenses of his scent. It unfurled around its target, letting Lycan sense what Seath had been hiding. Seath’s chest rumbled in appreciation, almost calm. This was his territory now. Time to claim what he had been waiting for.
“My wolf . . .” Lycan’s words were breathy and his neck bared to Seath instantly as the Alpha’s fingers pressed gently on the mark. There was a whimper, not of injury but of need.
Seath could smell the slick and the arousal, and his chest puffed. Spellbinding meant nothing to the magic of fated mates. Lycan’s scent was clear now, fully accessible, too. No more burning tinge of the latent magic that had bound him.
It confirmed for Seath and his wolf what he already knew. This was his fated mate.
Lycan was his.
There were only two things that kept Seath from taking Lycan right there on the rug of his office. One, was that he had been so patient for this day, and that patience had translated into control. Two, was that no matter what someone might say about an omega in Lycan’s state—lust drunk on hormones and need, ready for anything Seath wanted—Seath’s Alpha and his wolf wanted nothing more than to give his mate what his mate needed. And a rough claiming on the hard floor so Seath could beat his chest was not that. So, no matter how much a primal part of him saw the option of claiming his omega now, it was already discounted before the thought was fully formed.
“What does your wolf want, Lycan?” Seath asked, his voice low and Alpha-rough, compelling an answer and an honest one.
They were so close, Seath could see Lycan’s body vibrating.
“Wants you, mate,” Lycan answered, his body tight, face flushed and voice thick with desire.
But,mate. Finally, to hear that word out of Lycan’s mouth.
Seath came closer, watching the dreamy look on Lycan’s face become desperate. Scenting the air, Seath could tell, even without the bulge at the front of Lycan’s pants, that his omega’s body was ready for him. He knew Lycan’s lean thighs would be wet with slick by now.
Seath walked behind Lycan, slowly circling, and Lycan whimpered softly, not touching Seath, but clearly reacting to Seath being behind him. Seath could see the control it took for Lycan to not present himself, ass out, to Seath’s roaming gaze.
Seath didn’t think his Alpha or his wolf could get any cockier than they were right then; he could take on the armies of the world, capture the sun, if his omega wanted it. Seath brushed against Lycan. Explosive shocks rocked through him at the contact, but he could smell Lycan’s slick and come, and he knew his mate was leaking for him and it drove all of his primal senses.
Lycan still bared his neck to Seath, and the Alpha ran his mouth down it, eliciting a moan from Lycan that made Seath’s cock jerk in response. The little omega was very sensitive there, right at the place where his mark would go and Seath wondered if he could make his mate come just from teasing him.
Seath liked the idea of the first time his mate found pleasure with him being from the place of his mark. Untouched in any other way. It would be a gentle enough beginning for what would come later.
Now that he knew Lycan saw him for what he was,his mate, he wanted to knock the edge off of the oppressive desire, so he could be content to wait for the pleasure that would follow once he got Lycan to their room.
But they both needed somethingnow.
Still standing behind Lycan, he pulled Lycan tight against his chest, making sure the omega felt his hardness and its length and girth. He kissed and sucked hard on the place his mark would go, getting a proper taste of his mate. Seath was instantly rewarded by Lycan shuddering under him, panting a low moan.
Lycan tasted perfect. It was sexy and soft and fuck, Seath didn’t think he could get enough, and that thought led to one of how often he was going to want to taste his mate, let his lips drift along Lycan’s skin. How often he was going to want to mark that skin up, leave his sigil over Lycan in love bites and bruises.
