"I-I'm gonna cum," he whimpered. "I'm gonna cum, Cellus!"
Marcellus caressed his cheek. "Cum just for me, baby."
Goddess, why did the man have to be so hot? Wes wrapped his legs around Marcellus' waist, and the orgasm grew as the angle of Marcellus’ cock shifted. Then something happened.
He felt a swelling near his entrance. It started small but continued to increase in size until it began to stretch Wes out, brushing over his rim. At first, it was almost uncomfortable, and then he realised with sudden clarity that it was Marcellus's knot. The sensation of the knot built and grew until it stretched him open and was locked inside.
"Oh, shit!" Wes' eyes went huge. "Oh,shit!"
Marcellus still pumped his hips into him even though the knot stopped him from pulling out, but every tug only made things more intense for Wes.. His body went rigid before the orgasm rushed through him, and he cried out. Wes’ ass clenched around Marcellus, and he felt the alpha’s cock pulse and throb as he came inside of him, the heat from Cellus’ cum coating the deepest parts of his channel.
They lay there in each other's arms, panting and quiet. Wes' head still spun. The first wave of his heat had calmed a bit, but there was still the fire that raged underneath the surface of his skin. For now, though, he was content having a huge knot locked inside of him and keeping them close.
Seven
Marcellus
Marcellus stroked a hand down Wes' arm. They were locked together yet again as Wes' hole quivered around his knot. The heat was still there; Marcellus felt it while Wes clung to him, but it was slowly dying down after almost non-stop sex for the last day and a half. He slowly repositioned the two of them until they were on their sides.
"How long does this take?" Wes mumbled.
"It can take a while to go down. Might as well just relax." He pulled Wes against him tightly. "Try to get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay."
He was almost surprised when Wes didn't fight him. Instead, his eyelids fluttered and then closed. In a matter of minutes, Wes was fast asleep. Marcellus continued to stroke his hair and back, and he glanced down when the omega's breathing deepened. He was knocked out. Marcellus smiled down at him. With a slow movement, he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Wes mumbled in his sleep and cuddled up closer against him. Marcellus couldn’t hold back the grin that threatened to split his face in two. He wanted to keep the omega close to him like that always. Eventually, Marcellus couldn't stay awake any longer. He closed his eyes and slept curled around his mate.
For the first time in a very long time, he was completely at peace. His dreams were calm and serene. The scent of his mate's hair and body filled his nose and kept him comforted and happy. Yeah, he wanted to stay beside him forever, to keep him in his arms and just love him for who he was without restraint.
Morning came quicker than expected. Maybe it was because Marcellus was so damn comfortable. He slowly pushed himself up and glanced around the room. Where was his phone? He had no idea. Damn. It pretty much didn't matter to him at that point. It was just nice to lie beside Wes.
Marcellus had already started planning out their future together. Maybe it was premature, but he wanted to take his mate and claim him. After that, he wanted to take him home. Back to his brothers and Wes' new nephews that he had yet to meet.
Cellus focused back on the first time he had been inside his mate. In the midst of their passionate heat sex, he had almost plunged his fangs into Wes. Wouldn’t that have been a disaster? Thank the goddess he was able to keep control of himself and stop before doing something that may have put a wedge between him and his mate. You never claimed someone without their consent. That was a lesson his omega father had always drilled into all the Whitfell brothers.
Now he started to wonder how soon they would be able to leave. Wes had tucked himself away for so long, and he didn't need to do that anymore. No, he needed to be with his family. He'd been on his own for way too long, and Marcellus had no doubt that he needed his brothers as well.
Marcellus' wolf stalked around but was happy and satisfied. Even he was eager to get his mate back to Whitfell where he belonged. To have a mate to call his own and care for.
He realised that at some point during the night, his knot had deflated, and he was finally separated from Wes. It felt weird not occupying space inside his omega anymore. Marcellus wondered if it was awful that he wanted to be inside of him once again. Probably, but it was also hot. That thought brought yet another smile to his lips.
Wes started to stir and finally opened his eyes, yawning and stretching until his gaze landed on Marcellus. The alpha smiled, but the gesture wasn't returned. Slowly, he frowned, and he felt confusion from the sudden change in his mate’s attitude towards him.
"Are you okay?" Marcellus pushed his fingers through Wes' hair.
Wes frowned. "I-I don't know."
That didn't sound too confident. Marcellus sat up so that he could see Wes' face more clearly. Wes quickly scrambled up the mattress until he was sitting upright and then rubbed a hand along his arm.
"What's wrong?" Marcellus touched his arm. "Something's going on in your head."
Wes ran a hand over his stomach. That palm continued to travel south and moved over his waist, his thighs. Marcellus was confused, to say the least. Wes pulled away quickly and tucked his hands underneath the blanket.
"You can go now." He shimmied away but kept his eyes trained on the bed. "Thank you for staying with me all night and yesterday, and, uh..." He twisted the blanket in his hands. "And helping the heat go down. I really do appreciate everything you did for me."
"But?" Marcellus supplied, bewildered by his mate’s reaction.
