By the time my knot has gone down, my omega is shivering slightly. We’re both filthy from the mud, but I don’t think either of us cares. He just needs another fuck to warm himself up.
When my cock finally falls from his ass, I stand and help him off the ground. I quickly bend to pick him up and sling him over my shoulder. He whines at the absence of me inside of him, so I fill his hole with two of my fingers, my cum slipping from his ass as I do. He sighs contentedly as I march us back to The Den, past two alphas taking one omega between them.
When we enter, I barely see the low ceiling and the booths set into alcoves. The fire is going strong, keeping the coolnessoutside at bay. I march past the bar with the colorful liquor bottles toward the room I paid for.
‘Room’ is a generous description. It’s really a cave with candles for lighting and a pallet on the ground, topped with furs. There’s no door, leaving what we do here exposed, but I don’t care if people watch.
That’s the whole point.
Wolves don’t care. We’re pack animals at heart. We don’t mind sharing.
Or so I’ve been told.
Everything about this event is done to take us back to the days when we fucked like wolves.
I think I’d quite like to go back in time and experience it.
While we’re here, The Den will make sure we’re well fed and hydrated while the heat progresses, and when it finally breaks, we have a day to say our goodbyes before we leave for the real world once more.
My fingers slide from my omega’s ass, and I lower him onto the makeshift bed. He scrambles back, his eyes alight with fear and need. With want.
He wants more despite being filthy, covered with mud, my cum, and his slick.
Clean up will have to wait because I don’t plan on letting him off my cock until his heat breaks. I like the smell of his warm scent mixed with the earth on his skin.
I stalk toward him, my hands landing on his hips before flipping him over, my dick hard and ready to enter him once more.
“You want this?”
“Yes, Alpha. Yes!”
He cries out as I push inside, my body once more taking what it wants. I fuck him mercilessly until he’s chanting eagerly, begging for it to stop. For it to never end.
His skin is hot to the touch, sweat trickling down his dirt-smeared skin. That glow is back, his blond hair wet with sweat, his neck and ears pink.
I lean forward and reach between his legs, tugging on his cock, each thrust forward met with a downward shift of my hand.
“Who do you belong to, Omega?” I growl, and he moans as he comes.
“You,” he groans, his hole clenching around my hard length as he continues to release onto the furs below us.
I don’t let up until he’s almost passed out. His cum lines the pallet, and by the end of this event, the room will be a mess, filled with cum, slick, and dirt from outside.
It’s not meant to be clean. It’s meant to be primal.
My fingers leave bruises on his skin as I pound into his limp body. The slick sound of our sweaty skin hitting fills the air, his soft little moans as he comes once more. His body is now prone on the makeshift bed, and I grind into him, using his hole, feeling the way his body trembles with each forward thrust.
His eyes are closed, his mouth open slightly. His hands are curled into the furs. The sight of him, almost ethereal, is too much. I feel my knot expand, and as it stretches him wide open, I fall onto his back. I stay like that for just a moment, relishing how close he is to me before I twist and lie us both on our sides. His trembling form is pressed up against my sweaty chest as my hand curls around his neck.
“So beautiful, my omega,” I whisper, and he sighs, wiggling into me.
I let my rough hands move down his chest and to his limp cock. It’s sticky from cum and his dripping slick, but I still play with it, tugging on it until it’s hard in my palm once more. He whines at the feel of it, of being asked by his alpha to come again.
But he does.
The fluid spurts and trickles over his tip and onto my hand. I spread it around my fingers as I move to touch his balls. I roll them against my palm before dragging my hand up to his neck once more. I feel his pulse, strong and steady beneath my fingers.
“You tired?” I ask as I squeeze gently.
