I turned to say something smart and forgot it when he kissed me.
It wasn’t rushed. Not that we didn’t have those frantic moment. Which I loved because… well who wouldn’t.
But this time, we undressed each other without urgency, Lock's fingers traced the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head, his calloused palms skimming my sides as he exposed my chest. I tugged at his shirt in return, undoing the buttons one by one, revealing the broad planes of his torso, tracing the now familiar to me tattoos. His alpha scent wrapped around me—earthy and warm, like pine after rain—stirring my omega instincts, making my skin flush hot.
I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, tasting the salt of his day. He hummed low in his throat, his hands sliding down to my belt, unbuckling it with familiar ease. My pantspooled at our feet, and was kicked aside, until we were naked, cocks half-hard and brushing as we closed the distance. Mine twitched at the contact, already leaking a bead of pre-cum, while his thickened against my thigh.
He pressed me down into the bed, the mattress dipping under our weight, and braced himself over me. His eyes locked on mine, dark and intent, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You look good like this, Kellan,” he murmured, his voice rough and laced with that heat.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my breath hitching when he kissed down my throat. His lips lingered on my pulse point, sucking gently, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks through me. He moved lower, mouth trailing over my chest, tongue flicking my nipple until it peaked hard under his attention. I arched into him, my fingers threading through his hair, guiding without words, we knew each other's rhythms now.
“Silas,” I breathed.
He looked up, eyes gleaming. “Right here.”
Always. He dipped his head again, kissing across my stomach, his stubble rasping deliciously against my skin. My cock lay heavy on my belly, throbbing as his breath ghosted over it. He didn't tease; instead, he wrapped a hand around my base, stroking slow and firm, thumb circling the slick tip. Slick gathered between my thighs, my omega hole clenching in anticipation, wet and ready from his nearness alone.
Lock shifted lower, nudging my legs wider. His tongue traced my inner thigh first, lapping at the trail of slick there, before pressing flat against my entrance. He licked broad and deep, his tongue pushing inside with a groan that vibrated through me. I moaned, hips lifting to meet him, the wet sounds of his mouth on me filling the room. He ate me out like it was his job and hiswas gunning for a raise, his free hand pinning my hip gently to keep me steady.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he rumbled against my skin, the words muffled as he thrust his tongue deeper, curling it to brush that sensitive spot inside. My cock wept in his grip, his strokes matching the rhythm of his licks, building the pressure low in my gut.
I was close already, the newness of us still electric despite the weeks of knowing his touch. “Please. Inside me.”
He rose up, slick shining on his chin, and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Our cocks slid together, his thicker length grinding against mine, both slick with pre-cum and my arousal. He coated his fingers with my slick, before sliding two into me easily. They pumped slow, scissoring, stretching me with care, his thumb rubbing circles over my rim.
“You're so wet for me,” he whispered, nipping my ear. “Ready?”
“Yes. Now.” I hooked my ankles behind his back, urging him on.
He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole. With a shared breath, he pushed in, slow at first, inch by inch, filling me with that perfect stretch. We both groaned, my walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper. Once seated, he paused, his forehead to mine, letting us adjust.
Then he moved, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate, hitting deep and sparking pleasure up my spine. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies syncing like they were made for this, our legs tangled, hands roaming, his on my hips, mine on his back, nails digging in just enough to urge him faster.
The pace built, sweet turning heated, our breaths mingling in gasps and whispers. “Love how you take me,”he panted, one hand slipping between us to stroke my cock in time with hisfucks. “So tight, Kellan. Mine.” The word wrapped around us like a vow.
I clenched around him, the coil tightening. “Yours, I'm close.”
“Come with me,” he urged, angling to grind against my prostate, his knot swelling at the base, pressing and then locking us together.
It hit me like a wave, my orgasm crashing through as I spilled over his fist, cum painting my stomach in hot pulses. He followed seconds later, burying deep with a guttural moan, flooding me with his release, warm and claiming in its own way.
We rode it out together, slowing to lazy rocks until he slipped free, both of us spent and sated. Later, tangled together in sheets that smelled like us, I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat…steady, real, ours.
“Today was a good day,” I said.
He kissed the top of my head. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It was.”
And for the first time in a long time, I believed there were a lot more like it waiting for us.
EPILOGUE - KELLAN
Ember staredat the little plastic stick in my hand like it might bite her.
“You’re shaking,” she said gently.
“So are you,” I whispered back.
We were standing in Ember’s bathroom, both of us barefoot, the tile cold under my feet. My heart was doing its best to crawl out of my chest.
