“I’ll consider it.” Sidian cupped his jaw and tilted his head up so he could trace the tip of the blade just under the pout ofRoman’s bottom lip. He would let his alpha have it, but only if he could put on an excellent performance and prove just what an obedient dog he was.
There was a lot of room to work with, a lot Sidian wanted to do. He took his time circling Roman’s body before he stopped behind him, wrapping a hand around one broad shoulder and giving it a squeeze just so he could feel the muscle twitch under his touch. When he pressed the knife through the flesh, Roman shuddered, but he didn’t move beyond that small, unconscious response.
Sidian drew a thin, neat line across his back, watching as the skin parted around the blade.
There was something so heady about the blood that oozed through the slender cut, a few droplets swelling fat and glossy before they rolled down Roman’s broad back.
Excitement skittered up Sidian’s spine at the sight. He stepped back and leaned down so he could be closer to the open wound, dragging his tongue over the length of it to taste the hot, coppery fluid. His clit ached in his underwear, and he dared to reach down to touch it, feeling the puffy swell of it through the fabric as he reached the end of the wound and sucked hard, pressing down on sensitive nerves.
Roman shuddered, his head lolling forward, baring the nape of his neck. “Feels so good.”
“You like it that much?” Sidian tightened his hand on the blade, licking his lips as he considered what he might do. “I want to carve something into your chest.”
“Yes.” Roman looked back at him, pupils blown black. “Lick it clean, too. It hurt so good, omega.”
Omega.It would never stop making Sidian’s cunt pulse. “Fuck yeah.”
Roman stretched out on his back without being told while Sidian dropped across his waist, leaning over to press the tip ofthe blade into the meat of one pec. Right over Roman’s heart, he took his time carving his name in a loopy scrawl, giddy at the sight of the letters splitting open Roman’s flesh.Obsidian.Black all the way to the soul; the perfect and only name for him. It looked even better etched into Roman’s flesh one long, swooping letter at a time.
He pressed harder on each curve, shuddering when Roman moaned in pain beneath him.
“Good?” he asked, bringing the knife up to his lips to lick a smear of blood from the blade. The dazed expression in Roman’s eyes was gorgeous to him.
Roman laughed, his head rolling to the side even as he winced. “Better than anything I could have imagined. You’re so good to me.”
“And you’re such a good dog.” Sidian tapped the handle of the blade against Roman’s nose and then leaned down to get back to work, aware of his breath shortening, his heart thudding with every stroke of the knife through Roman’s flesh.
As he completed each letter, he dragged his tongue over Roman’s chest, licking hard enough to feel the edges of the flesh giving way, parting a little under his tongue. The taste was fantastic, but it wasn’t for taste alone. Alphas and omegas had enzymes in their saliva to help close wounds and heal them, meant to solidify the mating bond, though it worked for this purpose just as well. Roman handled every letter with ragged noises and low moans, his scent peppery in Sidian’s nose. Distantly, he knew that he was smearing slick all over Roman’s firm stomach, his underwear now soaked all the way through.
Damn the connection between them, damn the hormones, damn Roman Kane.
“You’re wet,” Roman told Sidian just as he finished licking the N clean, sitting up to study his handiwork. “Fuck, you smell so sweet. Sit on my face and drown me.”
That wasn’t a bad idea at all. “Did you enjoy yourself, alpha? You make such a responsive canvas.”
“See for yourself.” Roman shifted under him, not enough to dislodge him, but enough to get Sidian to glance back over his shoulder at the front of Roman’s hips.
The sight of the bulge there made his mouth go dry.
On another alpha, it would have felt like a threat. Sure had been fucking used as one more than once, Sidian’s face dragged against denim seconds before he’d been pinned down and—No. Not going there. Not thinking about that. None of those alphas were anything like his. None of them would have trusted him with this, would have wanted this just as much as he wanted to do it.
He traced his fingers just over the ridge of his fly, and Roman shuddered under him. “Goddess, Sid, you’re fucking perfect.”
“Yeah?” Sidian twisted back around, leaning close to Roman so he could go back to work. “Glad you think so. Now let me finish, and I’ll sit on your face.”
It took more time to etch the shape he had in mind into Roman’s skin, content to mark his territory the only way he could without a bond mark. Roman’s scent stayed thick in the air, his breathing rough, little inhales and exhales catching. Every grunt or muffled groan made Sidian pause, his eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as his cunt clenched. Back at the center, arousal was a bad sign, a sign of things to come, but it was exciting with Roman. Exciting because Roman wasn’tdoinganything about it beyond lying right where Sidian wanted him, letting Sidian work on him, letting Sidianhurthim without putting up a fight.
He licked each delicate petal of the lily clean before setting the knife aside, his hips rolling down against Roman’s stomach in an instinctive search for friction. “All done, alpha.”
“Goddess.” Roman offered him a woozy smile. He hadn’t lost enough blood to be dizzy, so maybe he was just that turned on. “Use me, Sid. Go ahead. I’m all yours.”
Use me.Fuck, he was such a good boy. “Have you eaten out an omega before?”
“Nah.” Roman laughed, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Like I said, I did research. I made sure I did as much research as I could about that specific action. I wanted to make you feel good.”
Roman stayed where he was as Sidian shifted off of him just enough to peel the briefs down his legs, the fabric molded to the shape of his cunt from just how much slick had soaked through them. Idly, he tossed them aside before kneeling down across Roman’s face, hyper-aware of the fact that Roman had neverseenhim before. In the handful of times they'd met in the past, he’d been clothed. Sure, Romanknew,but there was a big difference between knowing Sidian was trans and seeing his body for the first time.
All male omegas had cunts. Sidian wasn’t worried about that part. But the obvious lack of a cock was going to catch Roman’s attention right away, and he didn’t know how Roman felt about that. Maybe he’d be disgusted. Maybe—
