I snorted. “You romantic, you,” I teased, bracing my leg and then scooping Shelly up in my arms for the three strides needed to drop him in the center of the bed.
He never missed a beat, immediately flipping over to his hands and knees, head on the mattress and that delicious ass sticking up in the air temptingly. Crawling up behind him, I stroked my hands down his back and along his flanks, chasing the red flush that was creeping along his skin as his arousal grew.
“So needy.” I pressed the head of my cock to his fluttering pucker, panicking for a split second when I realized that while I knew he could take me without prep during his heat, I didn’t know about outside of it. That passed quickly when Shelly shoved his weight back and forced the head of my cock through his tight rings, dragging moans from both of us.
“I am needy,” Shelly agreed with a laugh. “So would you fuck me already?”
If there was another appropriate answer other than drawing my hips back and driving further into his tight body, I didn’t know what it was, so that was what I went with.
“Oh, gods, yes,” Shelly whimpered, his tight channel dragging me in further. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He ground back and tightened around my length, making me hiss.
“This is going to be over way too fast if you keep that up,” I warned, driving into him again.
Shelly laughed and craned his neck to give me a sassy look over his shoulder. “I guess you’ll have to keep me from moving, then,” he challenged with a smirk.
Oh, he wanted to play like that, did he? Inside me, the bear growled in approval. I pressed Shelly’s chest back to the mattress and pinned him with one large hand between his shoulders, gripping his left hip with the other to give me the leverage I needed to piston in and out of his body, angling my hips to drag over the perfect spot with each pass.
Beneath me, Shelly whimpered and cursed into the mattress, his clawed fingers tearing at the bedding as I worked his body over. When he began to shake, I knew we were out of time. I bit down on his neck, careful not to break the skin and thrust in deep, grinding our bodies together as Shelly tried to stifle his shout into a pillow. His body pulsed and shivered as he fired his shot onto the mattress beneath him without either of us touching his dick.
I started to pull out, but Shelly reached back to grip my ass and hold me in place.
“No,” he managed to huff out between gasping breaths. “Knot me.”
“No condom,” I gritted out. Even though we always fucked raw during his heats, we hadn’t discussed protection before this encounter and I wasn’t comfortable assuming.
“I know,” Shelly confirmed. “We’re fine, Alpha.”
“Okay.” I pressed a kiss to the bruise that was already blooming where I’d bit him and began to move again, this time more gently and controlled since I knew Shelly would be sensitive. It wasn’t going to take much, but then Shelly began to writhe beneath me again, pressing back to swallow my erection and I was done.
My cock pulsed inside him, my knot swelling to lock us together as my release flooded his tight channel. “Oh, fuuck, baby.”
“Mm hmm,” Shelly agreed dreamily as I gripped him tight and rolled us onto our sides to keep from crushing him under my weight. “Wanna go again, old man?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Easing back, I let my knot tug gently at his rim, making him groan and shiver again. “Even if I could get it up that fast, I don’t think we’d get very far in this state.” Not that my bad knee was going to be on board with that, but I decided not to spoil the mood by pointing out my limitation. Except, I’d forgotten how well my Omega knew me and he wasn’t about to let me get away with that.
Shelly sighed happily and snuggled back against me. “Yeah, well, as soon as you can, roll us over.”
“Why?”
Another sassy grin over his shoulder before Shelly pressed a kiss to my forearm. “My turn to do all the work while you rest your knee.”
Somehow he managed to put it out there completely matter-of-factly, not pretending it wasn’t an issue but also leaving no suggestion that it made me any less of an Alpha.
I was a lucky, lucky man.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mitchel
“Want to do something tonight?” Dane asked me through a yawn. “Dinner? Hit the bar?”
It was Saturday morning and Dane and I were lounging in bed after a slow, gentle round of morning canoodles. We hadn’t spent a night in separate beds in the four days since we’d officially become a couple and I couldn’t be happier.
“Or,” I suggested, pressing a kiss to his chest, “we could go for a hike this afternoon, instead?”
Dane lifted his head and gazed down at me. “A hike?”
I shrugged and kissed his chest again. “It doesn’t seem fair that Bear hasn’t been allowed out since we got together.” I knew my face was turning red but ignored it. “I mean, aren’t I, well, his boyfriend, too?”
