Salt pulls his teeth away from my gland, the sudden movement sending a brief jolt of disappointment through my system. I blink hard.
"Shit," Salt mutters. "That sounded like Blue and his bodyguards in the hallway. With how sharp my hearing’s gotten lately, I’m almost sure it was him."
I bite my lip lightly. "Yeah, I think you’re right."
"Damn!" he snorts. "I’m sorry for the… biting thing out of the sudden!"
"Nothing’s really lost. And I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything," I say, lifting my hand and gently brushing my thumb over Salt’s lower lip, where a smear of my blood still lingers.
"That was sexy, very… unexpected, but wonderful. I didn’t think something like this was even possible, that betas could also…"
Blushing, Salt grows fidgety, his fingers fussing at the fabric over my chest.
"I’ve read about it. Betas with omega traits can experience this when they’re in a close bond with their alpha."
"A close bond?"
His big, gray eyes widen as we lock gazes.
"We’re building one, right?" he whispers.
"We sure are…"
Slowly, I cup his face in my hands and lean in. Our lips meet softly. I taste my own blood as his tongue slips into my mouth.
Our breaths mix, the kiss deepening as the heat between us ignites like a spark to dry tinder. The missed opportunity with Blue fades into irrelevance, all I can focus on is Salt, his body pressed close in the dim confines of the closet, the scent of his arousal thick in the air.
My hands slide down his sides, gripping his hips firmly, and I spin him around without breaking contact, pinning him face-first against the door.
He gasps, but there’s no protest, only eagerness as his palms flatten against the wood for support. I tug his pants and underwear down in one motion, exposing his ass.
My own cock strains against my zipper, hard and throbbing as the impact of marking still buzzes through my veins.
I free my dick quickly and line up behind him, the head nudging his entrance. He’s slick already, turned on, so I don’t wait. I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one mighty push.
Salt cries out in a mix of pleasure and that sharp edge of discomfort from the sudden stretch.
"Fuck, Eliano," he groans low, but his hips buck back immediately, meeting me halfway, urging me on. "Pound me hard!"
The closet’s tight space amplifies every sound, our breaths, the wet slap of skin as I start pounding into him, each drive pulling him up onto his toes. I grip his waist hard, fingers digging into flesh, holding him tight as I slam forward again, feeling his walls flutter and grip my length.
He’s deliciously responsive, pushing back with every thrust, his ass grinding against my pelvis, cooperating, chasing the friction.
I lean over him, my chest to his back, one hand bracing the door beside his head while the other snakes around to wrap around his cock. It’s rock hard and leaking. I stroke him in time with my hips, firm and fast, twisting at the head to make him whimper.
"You feel incredible, so tight!" I growl against his ear, nipping the lobe before trailing my lips down to his neck. The fresh mark on my own side throbs as I trace his scarred gland with my tongue. Then my eyes lock on his single unmarked gland on the left, untouched territory, begging for my claim.
With a long, low AO sound announcing it, I sink my teeth into it, the sharp bite breaking skin as I mark him there, making him even more mine.
Salt’s body seizes, his cry turning into a guttural moan as his orgasm crashes over him, pulling me in. Hot spurts of his cum paint the door in thick ropes, his cock pulsing in my fist, his ass clamping down so tight it drags me over the edge with him. I thrust deep one last time, flooding his insides with my release, wave after wave pulsing out as the marking ecstasy whites out my vision.
Muffled growls of pleasure escape me one after another, but I stay buried inside him, slumping forward to press my full weight against his back, panting hot breaths over his skin.
My teeth remain embedded in his gland, the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, and a low purr rumbles from my chest,vibrating between us. Salt’s hand drops back, finding mine where it circles his waist, and our fingers lace together tightly, holding on as the tremors subside.
Slowly, reluctantly, I release his neck, licking the fresh bite clean before pulling out with a slick pop.
We separate inch by inch, my cock hanging down, wet, dripping, his hole open, a stream of my jizz rivuletting over his thighs.
