"You look like you're struggling." Marcellus reached out a hand and ran it over Wes' back. "You're burning up. I'll help you get out of those clothes."
Wes scrambled back until he hit the headboard. His back ached and he tried to rub it, but he couldn't stop staring up at Marcellus. The alpha moved forward, and Wes’ cock twitched in response. As much as he wanted to resist, he couldn't.
"Okay," Wes whispered. "Help me."
Marcellus didn't need to be told twice. He stripped Wes out of his clothing and tossed them to the floor. By the time he was naked, he was writhing on the bed. Marcellus ran his hand from his chest, down his stomach, and then between his legs. His hand ghosted past his cock and balls, and Wes shook his head. He grabbed Cellus’ hand and shoved it against himself.
"No," he panted. "Touch me. Touch me as much as you want. Fuck me." His fingers raced up his skin until he tweaked and pinched his own nipples. "I want to feel you. Please, Marcellus."
The alpha shivered. "Are you sure? There’s no turning back once we do this, and I don’t want you to regret anything once your heat subsides. If you really want me, tell me. Tell me it’s not just the heat talking, because I won’t do anything without your full consent."
"I want you." The words were firm as they fell from Wes' lips and came as a brief moment of clarity burst through the heat wracking his body. He looked deeply into Marcellus’ eyes and firmly said, "I want you so bad."
Marcellus tugged at his jacket and tossed it away. Wes' eyes locked on the alpha's as he shed his clothes inch by slow, agonizing inch. When he stood naked in front of him, Wes' eyes swept up and down his body. He swallowed thickly. How the hell could he resist that? A sexy, gorgeous, chiselled man that looked at him as if he was dessert.
Wes leaned up as soon as Marcellus climbed onto the bed. Their lips crashed together. Cellus guided his hands over Wes' body, his fingers exploring every inch of him as if he was trying to commit every part of Wes to his memory. Wes was already painfully hard, his cock leaking, and he desperately rubbed himself against Cellus’s leg for any type of friction that he could find.
"Please," Wes reached his fingers up into Marcellus' hair and dragged his nails against his scalp. "I need you."
Their kisses became rougher, and Marcellus pushed his tongue into Wes' mouth. Wes slid his tongue against the alpha's, both of them tangling in their dance. His mouth was hot and sweet. Perfect. Marcellus grunted, the sound deep and rough as he fondled Wes relentlessly.
The omega spread his legs on instinct. He craved more of his touch. More of his tongue in his mouth and all over his body. Marcellus was going way too slow. He climbed on top of Cellus and rocked himself against the alpha's cock.
"More," he growled low. "I want more."
It was different being with Marcellus than with a human. He was also a shifter, and as such, Cellus could take so much more, and give back just as good. Wes didn't have to be soft and sweet because the alpha could handle whatever he threw at him. He shoved his palms against Cellus’ chest, and they sank down to the bed.
Marcellus looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust. His hand gripped Wes' hip, and he raised him up. A finger slipped through Wes' slick, and they both moaned. Although he slid a finger in to prepare Wes for his cock, Wes was having none of it.
“Now, Marcellus. I’m ready,” he bit out through clenched teeth, panting. “I want your cock in me.”
Marcellus let out a moan as he withdrew his finger and reached around Wes and gripped his shaft, directing it upward, and once they were perfectly lined up, Wes slid down his cock.
Wes threw his head back. The girth of Cellus’ cock stretched him, making it hard to sit still as Marcellus sank into his body. He didn't care. The heat had clouded his brain, and he just needed and cravedmore.Wes wanted to be filled by the alpha, stretched and knotted.
Knotted.
He'd heard about it from other shifters, mostly online, so who knew what was real and who was full of it, but he'd never gotten to experience it himself.
Marcellus grabbed him, wrapped his arms around his body, and turned them over until Wes was on his back.
The alpha rutted into him, his words snatched away as he gazed at Wes. He leaned down, and a warm, wet tongue slid against his throat before he felt the brush of teeth that followed. Wes' back arched up from the bed, pleasure arcing through his body with every swipe over that spot, and he gripped Marcellus hard.
The brief moment ended as Marcellus stilled momentarily, leaning his forehead onto his shoulder before licking the spot and then travelling up his neck again, nibbling on an earlobe.
Their skin moved together, friction and heat building as their thrusts matched. Marcellus picked up speed. His balls slapped against Wes' skin, stinging his flesh. They kissed roughly, their lips almost bruising as Wes felt a familiar sensation in his belly.
"Oh, fuck," he panted against Marcellus' lips. "Knot me!"
Marcellus jolted. "Y-you sure? You want me to knot you?" He licked his lips. "I really fucking want to, but I didn’t think you’d be ready for that."
Wes nodded hard. "Yes! Please," he groaned. "I want to feel it. I-I've never had it before."
Marcellus sucked in a breath. "Shit. I'll be your first."
Wes couldn't help but smile. The look on Marcellus' face was cute as hell. The way he looked stunned, turned on, and possessive all at once. Marcellus drove himself deeper inside of Wes, and all thoughts were wiped out of his head once more.
Their breathing picked up together. Wes' hand drifted downward, and he wrapped a hand around his own cock. He swiped a thumb over the pre-cum that had collected on the head and pressed it to Marcellus' mouth. The alpha opened up and accepted his finger. He licked it clean and grunted as he continued to bury himself deeper than Wes had ever felt before. Each thrust was rough and brushed against his prostate until he couldn't take it anymore.
