Killian pushed his hips down; he forced his own hole open around that girthy roundness, so it popped into his body.
“Fuck.Holy fuck.” Crush’s eyes rolled back. His knot was sensitive, especially when it was squeezing through the tightest part of Killian’s ass. “Sweetheart—”
Killian dragged himself off Crush’s knot. Then he shoved his ass down, taking it back inside.
Crush wanted to come so badly; he wanted to stuff his knot into his omega, over and over. As though Killian could read his mind, he rode Crush furiously, shoving his ass down like he was demanding a fourth load.
Need exploded through Crush’s body. His teeth ached with the strain; blood surged into his cock. He couldn’t think beyond Killian, beyond anchoring his omega down and pumping him full. As his need grew, Crush’s cock began to hurt. It only eased when he was all the way inside; there was only one thing both of them wanted right now.
Crush took control, grasping Killian’s shoulder and hip. Then he pinned Killian down and hammered into him, hard thrusts that sent the table sliding forward. Killian cried out on every stroke, shaking like a leaf. Crush’s growing knot popped in and out of his body; Crush took an extra moment to push it against Killian’s prostate.
“Crush, Crush—” Killian panted, spreading his legs wider.
Mine.
“You look so good, taking my knot,” Crush growled in his ear. “Your pretty pink hole stretching open for me, begging to be used.” Then he gripped Killian’s hips and fucked in so hard, the table slammed into the opposite booth seat.
Was his cock bigger than before? Crush was so horny, he couldn’t tell. But it felt bigger. It felt as though he needed to keep it buried; it felt like he needed to come again.
Inside Killian. He would be filling Killian on both ends, marking him as his.
Crush ducked his head, biting into the crook of Killian’s shoulder. Killian jerked beneath him. Prey. Mate.
Mine.
He gave Killian several long, hard strokes, fitting his knot into Killian’s tight hole over and over. He pounded into Killian because he knew nothing else; just the sweet omega beneath him, begging for his cock and cum.
“Mine,” Crush snarled, biting Killian so he couldn’t escape. Killian thrashed, growing wetter around him. Tighter.
The harder Crush thrust into him, the louder Killian grew. Then he came all over Crush’s cock, the scent of his cum filling the air.
Crush panted, grinding his knot against Killian’s prostate. He gave in completely to his wolf, fucking in like an animal, holding Killian down even as Killian struggled to raise his ass. Killian spread his legs so wide, it was an invitation todevour him.
“All mine. So sensitive for me,” Crush growled in his ear. He bit down harder on Killian’s neck and buried himself as deep as he could. This would be a load that bred Killian; Crush could feel it in his balls.
“Alpha,” Killian whined, reaching between them to spread his cheeks. “Breed me.”
It was too much. Crush came with a roar, his knot swelling to its full size. He rolled it ruthlessly against Killian’s prostate; Killian screamed, shaking violently as he came again.
“That’s it, come for me,” Crush rasped. “Come again.”
He rolled his hips, shoving his knot against Killian’s sweet spot. Killian writhed beneath him.
“Mine,” Crush said. His instincts sang,We mated him. Another pup.
He came for a long time, pulse after pulse of cum shooting deep into Killian’s body. When he smoothed his hand over Killian’s belly, he found it bulging a little—from his cock and knot, and from the sheer volume of his cum.So fucking hot.
While he still had Killian beneath him, he closed his mouth over the omega’s neck, sucking a lovebite into his skin. Marking him.
Then he sucked a matching mark on the other side of Killian’s neck, so there was no way Killian could hide it.
Mine.
Crush’s wolf was so happy, it wanted to howl.
As they lay panting on the table, Crush slipped his hand between Killian’s legs, touching his wet, exhausted cock. He dipped his fingers behind Killian’s sac and found where they were joined, tracing Killian’s stretched rim. Killian made a soft sound.
“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart,” Crush murmured. “It’s like you were made for me.”
