It would take many rounds of lovemaking before either would be satisfied, and during that time, Seath would come on Lycan, rub his scent directly into the omega’s skin, into the mark he would put on his neck. Fated mates had mingled smells, telling everyone who they belonged to.
Seath looked down at the slim body of his beautiful mate, to find Lycan’s eyes open and following him, wide and still full of wonder and lust.
“Do you like what you see, Little Wolf?” Seath asked, enjoying Lycan’s eyes on him, looking at him like that.
“I do,” he nodded furiously. “You are my mate.”
“I am,” Seath agreed, ghosting the words over Lycan’s lips before claiming Lycan’s mouth in a kiss. Lycan arched into it, allowing Seath’s tongue inside, and forming exactly to what Seath wanted, just as much as Seath formed to what Lycan wanted, too. Lycan tasted wonderful, the perfect flavor and the perfect amount of pressure of lips to lips.
Seath could have kissed his mate forever, but Lycan’s hands started to roam, mapping Seath’s skin.
“How? I don’t . . ..”
“Your wolf needed to recognize me as your fated mate, little thing. I’ve been very patiently waiting for you.”
“You knew?”
“I knew,” Seath said, taking another kiss. It was like a drug, full of warmth and hazy, floating feelings. “But, I wanted you to know. This is still a choice . . .to be mates or not. We don’t have to—”
Lycan’s slim arms wrapped around his neck pulling Seath down for more kisses.
“I want you, Alpha. If you will have me. And then, after, maybe you can tell me what you knew but didn’t share before.”
Seath grinned down at Lycan, who was so beautiful stretched on his bed with flushed cheeks and rumpled hair. Not to mention the imperious eyebrow that raised during his last comment.
“I’ll tell you everything, Little Wolf. I’m not going to be much for words right now,” Seath said, punctuating his meaning with kisses to his omega’s sensitive neck. He was worried that in the haze of his rut, he might not be able to give Lycan the reassurances he needed to hear. Not when he could show him instead.
“Just tell me why you wouldn’t tell me,” Lycan whispered, his brow furrowed. “Is it because of how weak I was when I arrived?”
Seath cut him off with a growl and a kiss.
“You are the strongest wolf I know, Lycan. But I wanted you to know it for yourself. I didn’t want you to feel like you were without choices, love. You could tell me right now to go, and I would. You are my mate. Fated. Mine. But I will never leave you without choices, Lycan.”
Lycan shoved his hands into Seath’s hair, wrapping arms and legs around any part of the big Alpha he could. Seath would do it, despite how it would hurt him if he did. He would do what Lycan needed.
“I might not have my memories. But, I know my own mind, maybe more than most for having done the work against the spellbinding all these months. And I know I want you, Seath.” Sure, he called it a crush, but it had always been something more than that, something deeper. And now that he could feel it, that he could lean into all the feelings he had for the Pack Legate, he wanted nothing more than to be Seath’s. In every way possible.
“Alpha,” Lycan breathed, and the memory of Lycan in his office caused Seath to roll his hips against his mate.
“Do you know what’s about to happen, omega? I’m going to be gentle, but you will be mine unless you are not ready. I’m not made for omega-play.”
The smaller body shuddered underneath him, but with a pleasured whimper that turned into a breathyyes, Alpha.
“I want to make you mine, Lycan. I want to come inside you. Then knot you and stay like that for hours. Are you ready for that?”
Lycan nodded, but Seath grabbed Lycan’s smaller hands in his own and held them to his chest.
“Lycan. I want you to say no if you aren’t ready.”
“I’m ready, Seath.”
Seath finished taking off Lycan’s clothes. Then caught his hands again, pulling at them and impatient to taste himself on his omega’s tongue. His wolf roared, ready for his mate to smell and taste like him.
“You control this, Lycan,” he inhaled a deep breath near Lycan’s skin. “You smell so good, baby,” Seath said, once they were both naked, as his mouth kept being pulled magnetically to that spot on Lycan’s neck. “You will smell like me too, now.”
Seath rolled so Lycan was on top of him. Lycan gave a bit of a shimmy with his hips, as if he was trying to get closer. “Want to smell like you. Everywhere.”
It was Seath’s turn to moan as Lycan moved on top of him, and Lycan’s eyes lit up.
