Something flashed across Sebastian’s expression. It might have been fear or awe or hope or all three.
“Yes, Rourke,” he said slowly. “I think we are.”
My heart thundered, threatening to break free of my ribs. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to hold him in my arms. I don’t know what kind of giant cosmic fuck-up happened to bring us together, but I didn’t care anymore. It was too painful to deny what I felt in my heart.
“I am growing impatient,” Sebastian said. His eyes were half-lidded in pleasure and his cheeks were still pink from coming earlier. I could still taste him on the back of my tongue.
The idea of seeing Sebastian swollen with my child…
A primal growl rumbled in my throat. I went into a frenzy, ripping off clothes until none remained in my way. I don’t know what came over me. For all the royals’ talk of me being a wild beast, I truly felt like one in this moment. If I couldn’t bury my cock in Sebastian soon, I’d lose my fucking mind.
My eyes widened when I saw it. Below Sebastian’s hard cock and the curve of his balls lay an already-lubricated hole, slick with natural omega fluid. It was deliciously swollen, indicating Sebastian’s arousal and his anticipation at being fucked. I took a moment to appreciate his biology and how it differed from mine. I traced a finger around it and watched him shiver. It seemed more sensitive than mine.
I licked my lips as Sebastian tried not to squirm at the touch. I loved watching him slowly come undone in front of me. I wanted to tease more pleasure out of him, see him bare himself to me and me alone.
Unclothed in the darkness of the room, Sebastian looked uncharacteristically small. It felt like I was seeing him for what he truly was—a young man stripped away down to his core. Even in his nudity he radiated power and confidence, but nobody else would ever see him this way. I ran my hands over his body, appreciating its smooth softness, reveling in the tiny noises Sebastian made when I brushed against his nipples and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
My cock strained. Every passing second that it wasn’t thrusting into Sebastian was torture. I guided the tip to his wet hole and pressed inside slowly, watching Sebastian’s face to make sure I wasn’t hurting him. The beast inside me wanted to fuck Sebastian raw until morning but it was also strangely tender and protective. The idea of hurting him was abhorrent.
“I’m fine,” Sebastian said, narrowing his eyes at me and breathing heavily. “Don’t treat me like a delicate flower.”
Despite what he’d said, I knew this was his first time. Still, it wasn’t like his hole was clenched and hesitant. It was soaking wet, loose enough for me to enter without too much friction. His body was opening up, inviting me. I trusted Sebastian to tell me if it was too much and pushed in.
Pleasure electrified me. I was almost fully plunged into him. Sebastian hissed, arching his back, but there was no pain on his face.
“Fuck,” Sebastian said.
It was the first time I’d ever heard him swear. I didn’t think he was capable of it before. I laughed. “Does it feel that good?”
He glared at me with eyes glazed from pleasure. “Be quiet and don’t stop,” he ordered.
I grasped his hips and fell into a rhythm, fucking him with the majority of my length. It turned out he wasn’t a delicate little flower after all—he took alpha cock like a slut. Or maybe it was the cock belonging to his fated mate that was special. One thing was for sure—he was never going to take anyone else’s. I’d rip their throats out before they could even think about it.
Sebastian raised his head. Sweat-damp hair clung to his forehead. “Is it all in?” he asked. His voice was rough from arousal.
“No,” I said. “My knot’s not in.”
He scowled. “Why not?”
I smirked. “Because I wasn’t sure if you could handle it.”
Muttering something about me being a stupid, no-good alpha, Sebastian wrapped his legs around my lower back and pulled me closer.
“Do it,” he commanded.
I glanced down at the swollen knot at the base of my cock and then to Sebastian’s hole. I knew he was supposed to be equipped to handle it, but the size difference was immense.
“Are you sure?” I asked tentatively.
Sebastian looked murderous. Very quietly, he said, “I am going to kill you if you don’t put that knot in me, Rourke.”
I met his gaze calmly. Then, without fanfare, I thrust my hips forward and shoved my knot inside of him.
Sebastian’s whole body reacted. He let out a half scream before he controlled himself, biting down on his lip. His back arched completely off the bed, and he raked his nails down my back almost hard enough to draw blood. His sensitive hole pulsed and throbbed around my cock. I felt myself salivating like a lecherous beast at how badly I wanted to make him overflow with cum.
Sebastian had buried his face in the crook of my neck and was muttering something.
“What is it?” I asked.
