Owen pressed his face into the pillows and kept his hips lifted. With what little strength remained in his limbs, he worked himself back against his master as his master plunged into him. The sounds of their bodies joining filled the silence, slow at first, then faster as Crawford gained confidence. Owen was ready for him. Crawford was thick, and he was big, but Owen had been craving this moment for an agonizing week. He wasn’t going to give itupnow.
“You’re tight, pet,” Crawford uttered. The way his voice cracked with desire drove Owen crazy. Crawford—the man who wanted for nothing—wantedhim. He wanted him so badly that desire was shading his words and dragging down the pitch of his voice. “God, so tight.Sogood.”
Owen thrust back against him only to have Crawford seize him roughly by the hips and force him down against the mattress. Owen’s cock pressed into the bed and it pulsed as Crawford’s steady thrusts forced it to fuck thesheets.
He’d never feltsogood.
Crawford filled him, stretched him, and pushed him to his limits. His strength held Owen in place, and Owen loved to test it only to find that there was no way he could break free. Crawford had him pinned, and he was going to keep it that way until he got what hewanted.
Owen yearned to give ittohim.
The headboard bumped against the wall in time to Crawford’s thrusts. Owen’s hips pressed into the mattress again and again, his cock stimulated by Crawford’s movements rather than by his own hand. The skin beneath his collar grew warm. The end was coming—Owen’s balls tightened, and his stomach urged him to clench—but he held it back. There was still fight in him, and hewantedmore.
Then Crawford whispered in his ear, and Owen lost the war. “Are you ready for myknot,pet?”
“Yes,” Owen gasped. He didn’t remember speaking, but his lips were quick to beg. “Please. Please, Ineedit.”
“Want you to have it, too.” Crawford’s thrusts became reckless. He pushed deeper into Owen’s body than he had before, frantic rocking forcing him deeper. “Gonna knot you. Gonna makeyoumine.”
“Please.” Owen wept, his need too great and Crawford’s body too good. “Please, knot me.Please,sir.”
With a sudden, startled grunt, Crawford pushed deep. White hot pain blinded Owen only for a second, then receded. The slow, but steady inflation of the knot at the base of Crawford’s cock stretched Owen close to his breaking point, and Owen instinctively pressed against Crawford to try to ease some of the pain. The deeper the knot got, the less it would hurt. He knew. He’d bred with enough toys during his heat toknowit.
“Owen,” Crawford groaned. He bit Owen’s shoulder again, and Owen yelped as pain and pleasure bled into one. “God, Owen—p-pet. When you callmethat…”
Crawford’s knot was bigger than any of the artificial ones Owen had played with. It was bigger than his high school lover’s, although that wasn’t much of a surprise. And as it swelled, sealing them together, Crawford kept rutting. When at last Owen couldn’t take it anymore, Crawford thrust in and pushed against his prostate one final time. Owen had to bury his face in the pillows to dampen his scream. He came into the sheets withoutpause.
Itwasover.
Panting, exhausted, and sweaty, Owen lay motionless on the bed. The damp spot didn’t bother him, nor did the heat of Crawford’s body as it laid across his. Crawford’s knot was buried in his ass, and by all rights Owen knew it was supposed to hurt, but he couldn’t find the pain through all thepleasure.
“So,” Crawford murmured against the conch of Owen’s ear. “Was it worththewait?”
“Yes,” Owen said. He didn’t need to think twice about it. “Thankyou,sir.”
“You’re welcome, pet,” Crawford said. He kissed the back of Owen’s head, then settled on top of him to wait for the knot to deflate. “Stay the night. I feel like we’ll have a lot to talk about in themorning.”
15
Crawford
Few pleasures wereassatisfying as having an omega in his bed. Owen’s scent leeched into his sheets, the smell of their sex hung in the air, and the taste of Owen’s body lingered on his lips. There had been other lovers in Crawford’s life, but none of them had meant as much to him as his preciouspetdid.
Twenty minutes after Crawford’s climax, his knot deflated enough that he could pop free of Owen’s body. He pulled off the condom and disposed of it, then drew Owen into his arms and showered him withpraise.
His good pet. His wonderful omega. His beautifulpartner.
With care, Crawford unhooked Owen’s collar and set it on the nightstand. He cleaned the irritated skin where the collar rubbed Owen with a wipe, then massaged it until Owen was so relaxed that he melted into the bed. They kissed. They touch. They fondled. Crawford hadn’t pushed Owen to any kind of extreme, but he wanted Owen to know that after sex he was just as valued as during it. Owen might not have suffered from the crippling aftermath of an intense play session this time, but one day he would. Sub drop was a very real thing, and Crawford was cognizant of it. When that time came, Crawford wanted him to know that he would be looked after nomatterwhat.
Kissing and touching turned into groping. Soon, Crawford found himself on his back, Owen riding his cock. Crawford didn’t knot him this time, but the temptation wasthere.
When Owen slumped down over his body so they lay chest to chest, Crawford collected him in his arms and held him close. It was edging on three in the morning. If they wanted to be up any time before noon, Crawford knew they needed tosleep.
“Tomorrow morning we can pick this up again.” Crawford ran his fingers affectionately along the backs of Owen’s thighs. Their legs wove together and Owen rubbed his calf along Crawford’s affectionately. “Ipromise.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Owen murmured. His body language suggested otherwise, but Crawford knew what he was saying. Crawford didn’t want to sleep, either. What connected them was still too new and exciting to wanttoquit.
“Neither do I, but it doesn’t change the fact that we need to.” Crawford kissed him gently. “Do as I say, pet. Let’s go tosleep.”
