Seath sucked on the sensitive marked scent gland and Lycan squirmed, his eyes showing he was on another plane of pleasure, and Seath chuckled. He needed no time to recover for more sex, but he needed Lycan begging for it, loud and clear in his desire for his mate. The kissing was a wonderful way to allow his release to settle in his mate, and sure enough, Lycan’s squirming turned to rubbing and kissing turned desperate as even his scent relaxed under the spell of Seath’s come inside him.
“Easy, little thing,” Seath murmured, kissing hard at Lycan’s neck, which caused Lycan to arch his back and rub himself on Seath, a movement Seath stopped with a large hand on Lycan’s ass, kneading into the sensitive flesh there in circles.
Lycan whimpered, “Need you Alpha.”
Seath rubbed where he had dug his hands into Lycan’s flesh, “Not yet,” he said, nipping at Lycan’s neck. “Right now you justwant, but I’ll make you need it.”
Lycan whimpered again, the needy sound full of sex and promises, causing Seath to growl in return. Raising his hips, bringing up Lycan’s ass in his lap, he brought his hand down on it.
He felt the liquid rush from Lycan’s hole and cock, and Lycan moaned in a way Seath had never heard before. He didn’t know he could get harder than he was, but when Lycan had given that moan, he had managed. And he had felt his knot pulse like it would form.
“More,” Lycan begged. “Mark me, Seath. I want to see the imprint of your hand on my ass.”
Goddess be damned, Lycan was perfect. Seath rubbed Lycan’s ass again, Lycan pushing up and out the best he could to meet Seath’s hand, almost begging for it, or presenting in a way while on Seath’s lap. Seath spanked his omega again, and again was met with the same sensations.
“This okay for you, Lycan?” Seath asked, wanting Lycan to confirm that his head was in the same place his body was for the light spankings. They hadn’t talked about such things before. The spanking had been a reaction to how Lycan was moving, how he was acting, but Seath still needed to check in.
Small hands clutched at him. “So okay, Seath.” Lycan shuddered. “I feel like I’m flying. Don’t stop. Please.”
“I want you to come from this, right on me, little thing,” Seath said, planting one hand on Lycan’s hips where he straddled Seath, knees flung wide. Seeing his omega own his pleasure so absolutely almost undid him.
Lycan whimpered, his chest falling to Seath’s, hips tilting his ass out for whatever his Alpha wanted to do with the knowledge of how he would react to Seath’s hand on him.
Seath rubbed Lycan’s ass, then spanked him again, tighter in time now, and his omega whimpered and moaned beautifully on top of him. He could smell Lycan’s arousal and desire, his need to come evident in how he strained, how he sounded, and writhed on Seath. All of Seath’s Alpha instincts were aroused by the sensations and sight of his needy little omega, come-drunk from two orgasms, and about to have a third at the stinging hand of his Alpha. A hand he had begged for.
Seath rubbed over Lycan’s ass, where with each pass before the spanking, he had been opening Lycan’s spread hips. Now, when Seath rubbed out the sting, he could also rub over Lycan’s soaked hole, allowing the slick to rub into the stinging flesh. He could tease the rim with his fingertips. Lycan moaned again, a long needy moan that almost made Seath’s knot fully form, while Lycan’s hips jerked, wanting to impale his hole on those fingers. Seath made two more light spanks, his knot partially filling at the needy little omega’s reaction. Then, Seath brought his hand down, harder this time, right across Lycan’s hole. Instead of lifting his hand, he stroked, teasing strokes over the soaked and wanting skin.
The omega moaned an indecent sound that popped Seath’s knot fully. Lycan was coming hard across his chest and Seath slipped two fingers into Lycan before he rode it out, finding his prostate and watching Lycan come again as he rubbed and pressed upon the gland, milking it.
“Mine,” Seath said, as if there was any doubt.
“Yours,” Lycan slurred, thrusting against his fingers.
Seath’s knot went down, although he didn’t know how, as aroused as he was, but he could wait no longer, and neither could his omega. Hell, he hadn’t even known a knot could form fully without being inside his mate.
Lycan’s cock was still steel hard even after that last orgasm. Maybe Seath’s knot knew it had to give way for him to get in his mate where he belonged.
“N-Need,” moan “Alpha,” moan, “N-need your k-knot,” Lycan panted, a long keening whimper coming from him when Seath removed his fingers, and Lycan instantly scrambled off Seath and on to hands and knees, presenting his reddened ass.
Seath got behind his mate and pushed in deep and hard, able to still feel the aftershock clenches of Lycan’s body. That was why the knot went down, then. So he could enter his mate and give Lycan what he needed.
Lycan was too far gone to stop any sounds now, and Seath reveled in them.
Lycan pushed back, welcoming Seath into his body.
“Going to fuck you hard,” Seath warned, his hips snapping in a fierce rhythm.
Lycan nodded, and the need in his eyes conveyed so much more to Seath than the need of an omega for release, it was Lycan’s need to see his mate satisfied, and his body responded to Seath to do just that.
Lycan was flush against the bed, as Seath pushed in deep and long, ready to come again, knowing it would drain him of the crushing desire for long enough to do . . .whatever it was he needed to do beyond the doors to his bedroom. He knew he had duties, something he had to accomplish, but right now, this was the only thing for which he could give any focus.
Lycan’s body tried to grab him, pull him in, and clench hard around him as his knot formed again, this time properly in his mate’s body. Moving against it, Seath brought himself up and slammed back down, the bed thumping hard against the wall with his force. He came, glorious and long, buried deep in his mate and satisfying all Alpha needs of marking, pleasure, and knot.
Lycan came too, his moans greater than his release by far, with only a thick and small release left to be coaxed from his body, the orgasm lasting far longer than the physical evidence.
Seath pulled Lycan down with him as he waited for his knot to release, wondering if he could get one more of those obscene moans from his little omega before his knot went down, or if Lycan was now so far gone on the heavy doses of concentrated come he had given him.
When they were settled on their sides, Lycan shifted his hips, trying to keep the knot and the connection as long as possible with Seath.
