Seath huffed and kept pacing. It was the same assurances he had been given since Lycan had been gone. He didn’t do well without his mate there with him, he was beginning to learn that. Partly due to the Alpha-Omega connection. Partly due to the Pack Alpha intensity of that connection. And part due to the fact that Seath Rawson was an Alpha who needed his omega close.
Suddenly, the tension in his body snapped, and he headed downstairs to meet Lycan, knowing his mate was returned as soon as he entered the Pack House territory and the threshold acknowledged it.
The Enforcers that had gone on this particular campaign knew better than to even try and brief the Alpha until he and Lycan had time to reunite, and so as they came in they simply nodded in deference to the Legate and then headed off to other tasks or to Min’s kitchens.
Suddenly, Seath had his arms full of Lycan—not smelling enough like him, that was for sure, and he pulled the smaller man to him as soon as he entered the Pack House. Crushing him hard to his chest, while his fingers went to the scent gland under his mating mark and rubbed circles, Seath felt settled.
Another Alpha came into the foyer, and Seath had to hold back a growl. His omega didn’t smell like him nearly enough to want another Alpha around.
“Easy, mate,” Lycan whispered into the very base of Seath’s neck. “I missed you too.”
He turned his head up to Seath for a kiss, which was not even close to chaste.
“I think we will get you all some refreshment from your travel, and then, barring anything urgent, perhaps a debrief in a few hours time?” Luke suggested, his scent and tone amused, but from afar, as he waited in the hall.
Seath’s large hand held Lycan’s face close to his body and his neck, the idea of anyone seeing the flush of arousal in Lycan’s face or the dilation of his pupils one he could not tolerate. No one saw his omega like this. This scent, in all its heady, dazing glory, was the scent of his omega wanting him. And it was just for them. A private thing others couldn’t pick up that existed only between mates.
Seath’s grip on his mate tightened as the need to make that scent overwhelming on his mate grew. He needed to come on Lycan’s face, get his come in his mate’s belly, to rub it in him, to make Lycan nurse his cock. He needed to . . ..
With a curt nod to Luke, Seath turned and practically carried Lycan to his bed on the other side of the building. It was only when Lycan was naked beneath him, looking over his own naked body with nothing but want and need that Seath could breathe again.
Thoughts about Fae politics and Elven festivals and covens stayed far from his mind.
He had kissed Lycan hard and nipped at his lips until they were swollen, the same with his neck, and the new bites of claiming already formed to cover those that had faded too much for Seath’s liking.
Scent wasn’t enough, anyone needed to look at his mate and know he was well-loved. Satisfied, yet still wanting more. From him.Onlyhim.
Lycan’s pretty eyes looked up at Seath with such need that Seath growled, flipping the omega over, and burying his face in his ass. Lycan called out with pleasure as Seath didn’t hesitate to eat his ass with abandon—this wasn’t teasing for a lover’s sake, this was a claiming, a reuniting.
Seath licked straight over Lycan’s sensitive hole, causing his slick to increase and his cock to leak. Seath sucked on the puckered skin, letting the slick coat his tongue, making it flow. But, it was thesounds,Lycan’s needy sounds that drove him higher. Drove him to lick, to spear his tongue into Lycan’s body, knowing his scent was all over his mate.
Lycan’s first orgasm ripped through him, fueled by nothing but Seath working over his ass with his tongue and the slightest pressure of his hand to his cock. The pleasure caught him off-guard, causing him to clench furiously.
“Your hole wants to be filled, mate,” Seath said, flipping Lycan once again to his back as he still moaned his pleasure.
“Yes,” Lycan said, sealing his lips over Seath’s. “By you, Alpha.”
“I’m going to make you come until you can’t anymore,” Seath promised, and Lycan nodded, face flushed with pleasure. Seath pulled Lycan to the side of the bed, gently until Lycan’s head hung off the side and stood over his mate’s head. Lycan moaned at the position, his head aligned to suck off his Alpha, his body on display for what the Alpha wanted. He was hard again when Seath dropped his heavy balls on Lycan’s mouth, the musky scent sending waves of need through Lycan.
Lycan drew in one ball and then the other, suckling at the mouthful, as his Alpha looked over his body and murmured his appreciation, making sure there were no other marks on his omega except his. Of course Lycan hadn’t been injured. He would know. And, there wasn’t even a scrape on him. None other than the ones he was placing there. But, he wanted to know Lycan was safe and he wanted his marks to shine.
The scent of Elves was wood and earth and was easily detected. Seath had almost removed it from his mate, but he liked the earthy undertones with his own scent.
Seath pulled back and touched the tip of his cock to Lycan’s mouth, his pink tongue darted out to collect the moisture there. Lycan’s cock jerked, and his thighs glistened with slick over the bruising bites Seath had left earlier.
Seath watched his mate’s body, watched him take his cock, and moved his hands to play at the body stretched before him and at his mercy. He stroked Lycan’s balls, his cock, but not with anything that would get his mate off again. Just build him up and wreck him.
Lycan took his Alpha’s cock again and again as Seath worked it in his mouth, feeling his knot form, he pushed in and it locked in Lycan’s mouth causing a low groan from his lover. It was sexy to see Lycan like this, but he had to be careful with the air play. His knot wouldn’t last as long or form as large with only the heat and ministrations of Lycan’s mouth, but it was heaven, just the same.
Seath moved his hands to Lycan’s chest. It was smooth, with well formed muscles that defined his pecs, his nipples dusky and pointed. Seath pulled and played with the sensitive nubs until he thrust hard against the knot, and came down Lycan’s throat. Lycan’s hips bucked and he came again, untouched, and Seath growled because this time Lycan’s release smelled more like him.
While the knot relaxed, not taking as long when the knot was in the mouth due to the differences in stimulation, Seath played with Lycan’s sensitive body, taking the come from Lycan’s abs and mixing it with the slick on his thighs to play with his hole. Lycan put his knees up, canting his hips to Seath so that he was leaning over Lycan’s body to stretch him and prepare him for what would come next, coaxing his dick back to a steel hardness in the process.
Lycan could get hard as many times as his Alpha needed him to, come as many times as Seath wanted, and Seath felt the need to keep Lycan hard at all times and might just do that for the next few days. Some Alpha’s wanted to cage their male omega mates, keeping them from getting hard as some matter of control. Seath wanted the opposite. He wanted Lycan needy for him and ready. He wanted not to control Lycan’s responses, but to force more of them. Drown him in pleasure.
A day for every day Lycan was gone, he decided, lust filling him at the thought of keeping Lycan on an endless loop of orgasms for hours.
His partially-softened cock finally slipped from Lycan’s mouth and he stepped back, joining Lycan on the bed, positioning his omega on top of him. Seath kissed him hard, loving how Lycan smelled so much like his cock. They were under the blankets, keeping Lycan warm and close.
