Ronin used his hands to spread his mate wide and feasted on his hole, licking up the slick, the taste and scent pushing Ro’s arousal to new heights.
“Please, please, please.” Oliver kept chanting.
Ro licked and sucked his mate’s hole, readying him for his throbbing cock. Ollie spread his legs wider giving him plenty of access, his moans becoming incoherent as his body shook under Ronin’s ministrations.
“Ahh, Fuck! Please, Ronin! Fuck me! I need your cock in me! Please! Now!”
Ronin chuckled even though he was right on the edge as well. But nothing sounded better than his mate begging for his cock. Ronin moved so he was on his knees behind Oliver and slid his cock between his ass cheeks until the blunt head rested against his omega’s hole. He slowly and gently guided his hips forward, until his cock pushed through the tightly muscled ring of Oliver’s asshole.
“God yes!” Oliver moaned at the feel of Ronin’s cock gradually filling him.
Once his mate was fully impaled on him, Ronin stopped and just laid his entire weight on Ollie, allowing his cock to rest in his hole and giving the omega time to become fully accustomed to his fullness.
Ronin’s face was resting in the crook of Ollie’s shoulder with his mouth right near his ear. It took all his concentration to not move as his mate’s hole clutched his cock.
“You feel so good,” Ronin groaned against Ollie’s neck.
He slowly began to move in and out of Ollie; the position seemed to put Ollie’s ass at the perfect angle for him to constantly graze Ollie’s prostate, sliding over it, back and forth.
Ronin kept his face buried in Ollie’s neck, but lifted off Ollie making it possible for him to thrust harder and deeper.
Ronin’s thrusts became erratic, and he grunted as he bottomed out in Ollie’s ass, knowing he was not far from orgasm. Ronin let in the smells and the sounds his mate made, the feeling of Ollie beneath him, and he felt his orgasm building. He knew he was close, and so was Ollie. His mate’s hole spasmed around his cock.
He felt a tingle in his balls that told him it was going to be just moments. Ronin shifted his hips so instead of grazing his mate’s prostate, his cock hit Ollie’s prostate directly on each thrust, and that was all it took. Ollie groaned loudly as his cum began to pulse from his cock onto the sheets beneath him. At the same time, the clenching of his ass around Ronin’s cock was all it took for the alpha to shoot load after load of cum inside his mate, his knot locking them together. He collapsed on top of Ollie, although making sure not to put all his weight on him, his face still buried in Ollie’s neck where he had left his mating bite.
He couldn’t tear the smile from his lips as he held Ollie in his arms.
Ronin couldn’t wait to find out if his mate was pregnant. “I love you,” he whispered.
Ollie looked over his shoulder and stared into Ronin’s eyes. “I love you too,” Oliver held his alpha’s gaze. “Do you think we’re going to be parents?” Ollie whispered.
Ronin leaned in and kissed Oliver as Oliver scooted onto his back. Ronin kept the kiss going. They were fated to be together and they were ready to take on the world together, no matter what—or who—tried to interfere.
Chapter Sixteen
Oliver
Oliver stretched out in bed. For the first time in several months, he felt a sense of excitement and longing for the future. He couldn’t explain it, but Ronin was a huge part of it.
As he continued to stretch, Ronin grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, bringing a smile to his face. He opened his eyes and looked over to find Ronin sitting up in bed, his eyes on him.
“How long have you been awake?” Oliver pulled himself up in bed beside Ronin, but then he shifted so that his back was resting on his mate, who was leaning against the headboard.
“I don’t know, a couple of hours maybe.”
Oliver frowned and looked over to the window. The sun was barely visible. A glance at the alarm clock showed that it was just after seven in the morning. He turned back to Ronin. “Is everything alright? Something weighing on your mind?”
Ronin looked down at their joined fingers, but he took a beat before meeting Oliver’s eyes. He paid more attention to their bond and realized something was wrong, but he couldn’t feel exactly what it was, just that there was something on his alpha’s mind.
All Ollie wanted was to see Ronin smiling.
“I’m listening whenever you’re ready,” Oliver said. “Talk to me, babe. What’s going on?” Oliver frowned. His heart began racing, fear clutching him, taking over the beautiful morning he woke up to and the amazing feeling he had in his heart. “Are you second-guessing us?”
“What?” Ronin arms went around him. “No… never. You are my life, my love, my mate. And you’re probably carrying our baby. I will never regret or second-guess us, not for one moment.” Ronin placed a kiss first on Oliver’s mating bite, then on his cheek. “I just can’t stop thinking about what Devon said yesterday.”
Oliver thought back. They had all shared a lot, so he wasn’t quite sure what statement his mate was referring to. “What part, babe?”
“The part about being given drugs to stop his heat.” Ro’s arms around him tightened. “Did you experience the same thing?”
