Donovan’s whole body trembled in response, and so Seath assaulted the other side, and then both one after the other in quick pulls of his mouth and tongue.
Donovan trembled beneath him, begging in earnest now about how he needed Seath, needed more. Needed to be fucked, taken.
How he needed it now.
Seath could listen to him beg for hours. He loved it, loved Donovan. But, he too could only hold on so long.
Moving up, he captured Donovan’s lips in a sloppy kiss. Donovan was too needy to do anything but return it as earnestly as he could.
Seath broke away, turning them.
Donovan’s eyes flew open when he found himself on top of his Alpha, but Seath grabbed the omega’s hips, his big hands grabbing a bit of ass cheek, and then driving inside.
Donovan wasted no time, riding his Alpha with all his pent-up need. He bounced on Seath until the knot responded to the needs of the omega, and became too big for bouncing. Donovan moved his hips then, a slow grind that made Seath’s eyes roll back in his head. His little mate was going to give as good as he got it seemed.
Seath’s eyes snapped open when he sensed Donovan’s hands moving, and they were, Donovan’s small hands drifting over his own shaft, collecting what was leaking, and then between them mixing with slick.
Donovan pressed the mix of precome and slick into Seath’s own mating mark, the scent making Seath’s hips buck up of their own accord.
A satisfied ripple crossed Donovan’s face.
“There, Alpha.” He tried to widen his legs, sprawled as his knees were across Seath. “Fuck me there.”
Seath wrapped a hand around a lean thigh, going where Donovan led.
“More.”
Seath used his massive hands on Donovan’s ass to tilt him forward, allowing Donovan to ride him as he wanted, but giving Seath the ability to once again suck on the sensitive nubs that were as hard and flushed as the cock trapped between them.
Donovan shook and shivered, fingers digging into Seath’s arms where he was holding on.
Incoherent little whimpers and pleas fell from Donovan’s mouth as the assault continued, but his hips moved wildly, relishing the feel of Seath’s hand gripping his ass as he rode his mate’s dick.
Donovan’s face tilted up, strained and shaking as his body began to convulse, and he screamed Seath’s name as pleasure flowed from every part that could. His orgasm exploded as Seath was deep inside him, but Seath didn’t stop his sucking, and wrapped a hand around Donovan’s shaft as his knot pushed another orgasm out of Donovan immediately after the first. This one rolled into the one proceeding it—a snowball effect of pleasure drowning him as Seath milked his cock and the knot stimulated his prostate over and over.
Seath lost himself too, hands leaving finger-bruises on Donovan’s ass as he wanted his mate even closer than the knot allowed.
He unloaded into his mate, pleasure taking over.
Donovan was slumped against his chest by the time he could blink himself into thinking clearly.
Seath rolled them to the side, the knot hard in his mate. The move caused Donovan’s mouth to go slack, and even though his eyes didn’t open, he came again on a long, low moan, with only the slightest amount of come left to dribble the result of the orgasm.
It would be like that for the rest of the night, Seath assumed. Orgasms on repeat, as their mating triggered Lycan’s heat and his own rut.
Good thing they had made their appearances downstairs already.
The Pack would see their mating as a success. Perhaps toward the end, Donovan would want some omega-play to ease the last of it and to share the mating with the pack in the way that omegas could. He was Pack Alpha now, and claiming his omega was unstoppable.
Seath chuckled at his body for stirring at the thoughts of Donovan and his heat-mates. Tucking Donovan’s face to his chest as he absently played with Donovan’s sensitive nipples, causing another moan. Seath didn’t stop, but moved his hips so that his knot pressed and ground in Donavan right where his mate liked it the most as he continued rubbing and pulling until Donovan spasmed again, his ass milking the knot in blind orgasmic pleasure.
The Alpha in Seath roared its strength; he truly felt, for the first time that day, as the Pack Alpha.
He thought of his seed, in Donovan’s belly and in his ass. If he had been shifted, he would have flicked his tail. Full and sated, smelling of him. The easy way a well-fucked omega carried himself. That’s what he wanted for his mate.
Epilogue
EPILOGUE
