But Vor took too long. He moved in careful, short, prodding drives, being too cautious. After a few more strokes, Snow shoved against Vor’s shoulders and whimpered. When that did nothing, he threw his entire body against the alpha, trying to spin them.
His alpha was too large and strong for Snow to budge him.
Vor came to a halt. His entire body trembled, his long hair sliding off one shoulder and spreading like a curtain around Snow’s head. Vor stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Do you demand I stop?”
Stop?Why would Snow want that? He stared up at Vor and saw the clench of the alpha’s jaw. Vor was struggling to contain himself when there was no need. Snow opened his mouth to tell him just that.
“Tell me now,”Vor demanded, his voice a feral whisper that made Snow’s ache that much worse. “Much longer and I may not have the strength to walk away from you, Little Prince.”
“Nooo,”Snow sobbed. “Don’t leave me.”
“Youpushedme away,” Vor growled, his eyes dark and hooded.
“I pushed…” Words failed Snow. His mind was a riot; the only thing within it was raw need. Why couldn’t Vor see that? He shook his head back and forth. “Let me up.”
Vor growled, the sound holding danger though Snow felt none.
“I want… to ride you. You move… too slow.” Snow whimpered, back arching. “Vor,please…”
Vor growled again, the sound rumbling through Snow, from his head down to his toes. It added to the quivering need shaking him, more trembles he could not control. Vor sank his teeth in Snow’s shoulder, hard enough to nearly pierce flesh. Snow gasped, the hint of pain allowing him a moment of clarity amid the haze of lust.
For a split second, he feared… and at the same time, moaned from the hint of pain. Vor’s mark would last upon his skin for days. Why couldn’t it last forever?
After a lick over his bite, Vor relented and rolled them over, his thick stalk still planted deep inside Snow. He spread his palms over Vor’s lightly furred chest and sat higher astride his mate’s hips. He stared down at the man filling him deep, their carnal link feeling as if it were a spiritual one, as well. Vor was his fated beloved, the mate promised him since as long as he could remember.
The only one who couldtrulynourish the hunger within.
Vor taking him now was the binding of old, the only kind that truly mattered. Before there were villages and kings, laws and ceremonies, there was the claiming. An omega in heat submitting to his rutting, fated alpha mate. Even if they struggled to find a way forward together, they would always be one after this heat.
Snow lifted off Vor’s cock a few inches and plunged back down. They both groaned in unison, the mingling sounds of Vor’s thunderous baritone lifting the gossamer timbre of Snow’s gentler pitch. The concordant melody was beautiful. It would repeat over and over again as their bodies merged as one in the ancient, carnal dance of mates.
A deeper thrust caused Snow a heaving sob. Vor’s complete domination of his body robbed him of his next breath. By the following, he dragged in a rough gasp, rising again and emptying his body enough to expand his lungs. On the downward stroke, Vor’s size would take hold once more and leave him loaded and full.
Vor’s hands dug into his hips and yanked him down hard. The head of his cock pressed against Snow womb, the outline of the tip stretching his belly taut. He was so tiny compared to Vor’s massive, brutish size. He could barely contain the monstrous shaft within him. Barely, yet he took thrust after thrust with joy. Snow rode Vor hard and fast, his body a vessel made for that sensual, carnal act.
And made for that one alpha.
Vor’s alpha scent stormed Snow’s senses, the woodsy, musky aroma filling his nose and driving him to near madness. He moved with speed he’d not known he possessed, the animal instinct to join and reproduce controlling his every labor. Vor’s hands clung to his hips, urging him faster.Harder.
“I need…” Snow muttered, the ability to speak stolen as a moan of pleasure took root in his chest and exploded over his lips. “I need… you.”
“And you have me,” Vor proclaimed, turning them again and pinning Snow to the mattress once more.
Snow moaned, the sensation of being trapped under that big, strong body sending goose pimples cascading over his entire body. He arched his back, rubbing his chest against Vor’s mightier one, his nipples sensitive and aching.
“You will have my seed,” Vor murmured against his earlobe. “Deep inside your womb, my omega.”
Somewhere through the haze, Snow registered those words.
My omega.
He whimpered. Vor had claimed him, truly.
“My sons will take root within,” Vor growled. “And your belly will swell and ripen.”
All Snow could see in his head was his stomach inflated and full with Vor’s child. Coupled with the heavy, deep strokes of Vor’s cock, his body tensed, the glimmering call of an orgasm fast approaching.
