Arching his back and letting go of Dylan’s legs, overwhelmed to finally be inside his omega, Steve lowered himself down and pressed his mouth against Dylan’s lips hard enough that his teeth hurt.
Dylan laughed, opening his mouth and letting Steve lick into it with as much force as he desired.
Steve spent a full minute kissing sloppily into Dylan’s mouth, rocking his hips back and forth and moaning every time Dylan squeezed down on his knot and milked another spurt of come from his cock. He glanced up, meeting August’s eyes above him. The alpha grinned, stroking his hand through Steve’s sweaty hair and making him shudder.
Steve turned his attention back to Dylan, licking and kissing his way down his chin and over his throat, seeking out the place where he’d put his mark.
“Mine,” he growled.
He licked over the skin, soothing it and apologizing for what he was about to do, before parting his teeth and sinking them carefully into Dylan’s neck.
Sparks exploded behind his eyes, his wolf ecstatic to the point of feeling drugged, Steve’s whole world narrowed down to the sensation of Dylan accepting his claim.
And Dylan was accepting his claim. Steve could feel it. His wolf was reaching out, vibrant and eager, and something in Dylan was anchoring it back and letting the bond build.
It almost felt like Dylan had a wolf, or something like the echo of one, but whatever it was, it felt pleased at the bond forming between them.
After what felt like an eternity passed in a second, Steve released Dylan’s neck from his teeth and started licking over the wound to make it heal faster.
He knew without a doubt that his claim would not fade away like his father’s had done.
When he lifted his face, Dylan was smiling at him.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said, looking at the fresh bite on Dylan’s neck. It had stopped bleeding, but the punctured skin still looked pretty bad.
Steve felt guilty for how much he liked the sight of it.
“That didn’t even hurt,” Dylan said, reaching up and tracing the bite. He shuddered and clamped down on Steve’s knot, and Steve had to close his eyes as chills ran down his spine. Dylan reached up and touched the rounded swell of Steve’s shoulder above him. “I felt something.”
Steve swallowed. “Me too,” he said, leaning down and licking over the bite again, unable to resist. “You accepted me.”
“I did,” Dylan agreed. He turned his head, giving Steve better access to his neck.
“I think we all felt that,” Ryker added, making Steve open his eyes and lift his head. Ryker was looking at him, his pupils blown wide open, his expression proud and heated.
“Definitely,” August added. He stroked Dylan’s cheek, moving his fingers down and brushing over Steve’s bite.
Steve shuddered, goosebumps erupting on his arms as he watched August caress the mark.
“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but can I please come on your face?” August asked, instead of saying anything sentimental.
Steve laughed, while Dylan nodded and looked eager at the idea of getting drenched in come.
“Thanks.” August scooted back and got up on his knees, undoing the fly on his leather pants and tugging out his cock. He slapped it down on Dylan’s face a few times, making him turn his head to try to catch the tip with his mouth, and on the fourth slap he kept it down against Dylan’s face and pushed it into his mouth.
Instead of fucking Dylan’s throat, August let his cockhead rest on Dylan’s tongue as he jerked himself off, and within a few pumps he was gritting his teeth and shooting his load.
Steve watched him, tracking the way his knot swelled and his nostrils flared, wishing he had a camera on him to capture the moment.
August was a stud.
Dylan’s mouth filled with come, his cheeks bulging, and even though he tried to swallow down August’s load, it only took a few seconds before his mouth was overflowing.
“Okay, you tried your best,” August said, pulling his cock out and milking himself through his orgasm. Thick globules of come landed on Dylan’s face, coating his skin and dripping down his neck and over Steve’s bite.
Seeing his claiming bite dripping with another alpha’s come was hotter than it had any right to be.
Steve didn’t even think twice about leaning down, licking his bite clean and then spitting August’s come back down onto Dylan’s face.
