“Yes. Yes, you do. I thought since I was your first, you wouldn’t know, but you do, don’t you?”
“An alpha always knows.”
I stare down at him and then can’t help but reach out, tugging his hair, pulling his head back, his neck exposed. Something possessive moves through me, and I can smell his scent changing. Almost like crushed berries.
“Why do you smell so fucking good?” I ask, and his cheeks pinken. His fingers come up to the pendant he’s wearing, and he fiddles with it.
“You smell that?”
“Mm,” I say, moving my nose up his neck. “You smell like shortcake.”
He lets out a soft moan. “No one has ever told me that before.”
“You do. You smell fucking edible.” It comes out as a growl, and I lick up a vein protruding from his neck. “I should mark you right here, should make you mine.”
He groans, writhing against me, arching up, begging for it. I won’t do it, though. I don’t want to be tied forever to someone I don’t know—but fuck, the fantasy is nice. And it’s doing it for my omega, so I lean down and let my teeth scrape over the pulse point in his neck. His scent seems to change with his moods.
Now it’s more like amber. Alluring and unique, just like him.
“Gonna mark you and make you mine.”
He moans, his hands sliding around my back and pulling me close, letting my lips drag across his skin, sucking marks ontohim. He likes it based on the way his fingernails drag down my back, the mewls he makes as I claim him in the only way I truly can.
When I finally come up for air, I fuck him nice and slow, my eyes on his the entire time. And he holds on, his body convulsing beneath mine as I knot him for the final time that night.
Tomorrow I’ll take him again, I think as I roll us onto our sides and keep him close. His body is limp and still, his breathing telling me he’s asleep, exhausted from the chase, from the heat, from the fucking.
But that’s okay, I’ll let him rest now because when we wake, I’ll make him mine once again.
I wake up a few hours later, a whimper resounding next to me. My cock throbs at the sound, and I turn over and see my omega on his back, his fist shuttling up and down his dick, the fingers of his other hand pushing in and out of his wet hole.
He smells like warm vanilla again. He smells like need.
“Alpha,” he moans, his gaze hitting mine. His pupils are wide, the mismatched irises just thin rings.
I sit up and reach over, pulling his hands away from his body and pushing them to his side.
“You want my mouth?”
I don’t wait for a response.
“You—Alpha,” he moans as I lower my mouth onto his dick, my fingers pushing into his body at the same time. He gasps, his hands moving into my hair, his neck straining to watch.
“Alpha, you don’t have to,” he groans.
“I want. You smell so good. I could eat you all fucking night.”
“Oh my gods,” he murmurs. “No one…no one’s said that to me before…no one.”
“Liars. All of them.”
I fall onto him once more, and this time, I don’t stop, just pull him further into my throat. I’ve never sucked dick, but it feels right. And the one thing about me is I take care of my omegas. They’re not just holes to be used for ruts. I make sure they’re satisfied at the end. Happy even.
His body trembles under mine, his fingernails scraping my scalp. He’s close to an orgasm, and when my finger reaches his prostate and presses against it, his cum fills my mouth. I swallow all of it down, pulling my fingers from his ass and licking my way up his chest.
“Delicious,” I murmur.
When I’m hovering over his face, his legs wrapped around my waist, I push my dick into him. He groans, his hands scrambling to find purchase against me. They land on my biceps, and he holds on as I piston my hips back and forth, my cock tunneling in and out of his tight, wet hole.
