“Please, Emory… I’m ready,” he repeated, and Emory moved back up his body.
He prepped Cameron with quick efficiency, having mastered exactly how to make his sweet omega open for him. Unable to resist, he stroked a finger over his prostate a few extra times, just to hear him scream. Emory would never forget their first time together. He would always treat each noise and request for pleasure as the hard-won victories that they were.
When Cameron was fully prepped, Emory positioned himself between his lover’s spread legs and bent forward to rest his hands next to Cameron’s shoulders. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Cameron sighed as Emory slowly pressed into him.
Emory kept his pace slow, but predictable, allowing Cameron to lift his hips to meet every thrust. Emory loved the way their bodies moved together. It felt almost like they were underwater, floating and undulating together.
Cameron’s omega energy was all around them. His lion was emitting just as much alpha energy, trying to submerge their mate in it once and for all.
Emory usually tried to keep his claws at bay when they had sex, but after his rut, he’d permanently saved a set of pillows, sheets, and blankets to his online shopping list, just in case he had to put in a quick order after a particularly fun night in bed. The first time they had tried out Cameron’s fuzzy handcuffs Emory had wrecked every pillow he owned. The same thing happened when Cameron innocently pulled a spreader bar out of his overnight bag and asked Emory if he had any experience using them. The answer was no, he hadn’t, but he sure did now.
Clearly, he would be submitting an order tomorrow for another set of new sheets, because Cameron tilted his hips in just the right way, and Emory’s claws sprang from his fingertips, slicing into the top and bottom sheets on his bed.
Cameron tilted his hips again and moaned loudly, causing Emory’s tail to sprout from the base of his spine. It immediately wound its way around Cameron’s leg, which seemed to be his lion’s favorite move.
“Emory,” Cameron groaned, and he lifted his arms above his head as two tentacles sprouted, one from each hip.
“That’s it, love,” Emory panted.
“I’m…I’m close,” Cameron whined, and his tentacles wrapped around Emory’s back.
Emory bent down to kiss those two freckles. “I thought you were going to say you’re ready.”
Cameron’s eyes rolled back as Emory gave a particularly hard thrust. “I’m…also that.”
Emory slowed his pace and waited for Cameron to meet his eyes. “Now?”
Cameron’s smile was slow, almost lazy, as he traced his fingers over the place he was going to mark on Emory’s neck. “Can’t you feel it? I think we’re both ready.”
As soon as Cameron said it, Emory knew he was right. As of late, he could feel Cameron’s energy almost all the time, but he had never been able to see his fated mate’s octopus before. That was usually reserved for mated fated mates, and even then, it wasn’t always possible.
Emory’s lion chuffed in excitement as a clear image of Cameron’s octopus appeared in Emory’s mind. His lion sprinted over to him and, with as much grace as a four-hundred-pound beast could manage, he settled overtop of Cameron’s octopus.
“Emory,” Cameron whispered. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, running down his cheeks and onto the ruinedsheets. Emory kissed them away before pressing their foreheads together.
One of Cameron’s tentacles came to rest on Emory's shoulder, and it pulled Emory down towards Cameron’s neck. On instinct, because what was more instinctual than finally mating with the love of his life, he licked the tender skin, preparing it for his bite. His lion teeth descended into his mouth, and he opened his jaw, pressing his canines in without puncturing the skin.
“I love you,” Cameron whispered, as one of his large suction cups attached to Emory’s neck.
Emory couldn’t speak, but his tail tapped three times on Cameron’s leg.
Sliding his teeth into his mate’s neck was somehow foreign and yet as familiar as taking a bite of his favorite pastry. The taste of Cameron’s blood was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and not even the burning, pulling pain in his own neck could take away from the moment.
Emory was barely even aware of his hips still thrusting into Cameron, but when Cameron let out a scream of ecstasy, pleasure rocketed up Emory’s spine, and he came deep inside his mate. His knot pressed easily inside Cameron’s well-prepped hole, and it raced up Emory’s cock, smoothly locking into place.
Pleasure and pain collided inside his body as the beautiful orange light that made up Cameron’s omega octopus stabbed through Emory’s lion. Emory pressed back, forcing his golden light against and then straight into Cameron.
There were no words to describe the feeling. If he had to, he’d say it felt like getting everything he’d ever wanted. Love, peace, and acceptance all wrapped into one.
Somehow, even though it felt inconsequential compared to all of the other feelings he was experiencing, Emory came a second time. His knot jerked and pressed, rubbing against thetight walls of Cameron’s writhing body, as he shouted through his second release.
The carnal, full-body pleasure brought him back into his body at the same time as Cameron’s tentacle flopped limply off Emory’s neck. He hadn’t really known what mating would feel like, but he hadn’t expected to be able to feel the mate mark forming. It was like his skin was rearranging itself.
He carefully pulled his teeth out of Cameron’s neck, and a trickle of blood ran down Cameron’s chest. Emory wiped it off with a corner of his sheet, ignoring Cameron’s protests. He was still overly cautious with Emory’s things, but Emory couldn’t care less.
Once he’d gotten all the blood off, he trailed his fingers up Cameron’s chest until he reached the newly formed mate mark. He reverently pressed his fingertips to the mark, and Cameron gasped.
