I pull back before I lose all his release, then spit the rest of his cum into my own palm and wrap my hand around my aching length.
The slick, warm wetness is the perfect lubricant.
I coat myself in his essence, stroking from root to tip, the thought of using his own cum to prepare myself for him makes me needy.
The sight of me stroking myself with his own release seems to flip a switch inside Beck.
The dazed, post-orgasmic haze vanishes from his eyes, replaced by a dark, hungry fire, and he moves with a sudden, desperate urgency.
He kicks off his slippers, sending them skittering across the floor. His hands fly to the sweatpants tangled around his ankles. He wobbles slightly as he tries to tug them off, his movements clumsy with need. Finally, he kicks them away impatiently, leaving his beautiful body completely bare before me.
The beta’s chest heaves, his body flushed and ready,his eyes locked on my cock as I work myself with his slickness. He takes a deep breath, then he slowly bends his knees. He lifts his legs, placing the soles of his feet flat on the edge of the workbench, opening himself completely to me.
It’s a silent, unspoken invitation, and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
His asshole is a tight, pucker of dusky pink. It clenches rhythmically in a silent, desperate plea for my cock. His balls are drawn up tight beneath it, and his pretty dick lies soft against his thin stomach, leaving a faint, glistening trail of its release on his skin.
Positioning myself between his spread thighs, I slick my cum-soaked fingers against his entrance, then I push in.
Beck gasps, his hips rocking down instinctively, trying to draw me in. I oblige, sinking one finger knuckle-deep into that familiar, incredible heat. He's tight, always so fucking tight. I pump a few times, then quickly add a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him, stroking his inner walls until he's writhing on the workbench, soft whimpers escaping his lips.
I can't wait any longer.
I need to be inside him.
I pull my fingers free and line up the head of my cock with his loosened hole. I grip the beta’s hips, holding him steady, then I push forward in one slow, relentless thrust. The feeling of him opening up, of his body stretching to accommodate my thick length, is pure ecstasy. I sink into him until I'm buried to the hilt, my balls pressed against his ass.
"Alpha!" he chokes out, his nails digging into my shoulders.
I pull back and slam into him, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small space, mingling with our ragged breaths and his broken moans.
I watch my slick cock disappear into his body over and over. The sight is so primal, so right, it sends a jolt of possession straight through me.
He's mine.
This perfect, beautiful beta is mine to take, mine to claim, mine to fuck until he can't remember his own name.
I lean over him, covering his body with mine, and bite down hard on the mating mark I put on his shoulder over a year ago. My fangs cut into his skin, and he comes undone beneath me.
A sharp, broken sob tears from Beck’s throat as his second orgasm wrecks him. A small spurt of cum splashes between us, coating my stomach, followed by a vicious clench of his ass around my cock. That’s all it takes to send me hurtling toward the edge.
My body tightens, every muscle coiling like a spring. The pleasure is an inferno building at the base of my spine, a tidal wave of pressure that drowns out everything else.
With a guttural roar that I barely recognize as my own, I slam into my mate one last time, then let go.
My orgasm explodes through me, a blinding, all-consuming force.
My cock jerks deep inside him, pumping him full of my cum in long, powerful pulses. I bury my face in his neck, my hips grinding against him as I empty myself, my entire world shrinking to the feel of his body trembling beneath mine, the scent of his blood, and the overwhelming, possessive love that threatens to tear me apart.
Slowly, the force of my orgasm begins to recede, leaving a warm, bone-deep satisfaction in its wake. The roaring inmy ears quiets, replaced by the sound of our ragged breathing slowly evening out.
I stay buried inside my sweet beta, my weight a comforting pressure, not wanting to break the connection for even a second. My forehead rests against his shoulder, and I breathe him in. The scent of our sweat, his blood, and the unique, clean smell of my mate.
Beck hugs me tight, before tracing a path up my spine and across my shoulders with his blunt nails. The touch is soft, grounding, and full of a tender affection that contrasts sharply with the raw, primal fucking we shared.
“I love you,” Beck whispers, and I lift my head to look at him.
