Page 114 of Werewolves and Witches AU

He shudders at the stretch, but doesn’t stop.

With my dick vanishing inside Milo where he splits himself open right on my lap, his body coated in sweat and his head thrown back in pleasure, I marvel at my mate’s ability to take me so well despite that he isn’t an omega. Love that I can bring him such pleasure.

But he does need to stretch more before the knot that threatens is allowed to swell inside him. Applying pressure, I slip a second finger in alongside my cock. We both moan.

Amazed, I keep my fingers still, tugging on the bottom of Milo’s obscenely stretched and reddened rim, and he slows his pace to a sensual roll of his hips. But still, he doesn’t stop.

Milo’s heat consumes me, and for a moment I struggle with the idea that we chose him—that he wasn’t made especially for us.

My wolf, close to the surface, watches the rapid pulsing of Milo’s carotid artery and takes in our combined scent. Spiced apples.

If he were an omega, he’d have a scent gland located very close to that artery, and when my wolf sinks his teeth into it to place his mark, he’d lock our scents together, and trigger Milo’s heat—my rut. Milo isn’t an omega, and yet… there’s this overwhelming pressure building inside me.

Mate. Claim. Fuck.

The slow and repetitive drag of Milo’s slick heat is driving me wild. Literally.

I slip in a third finger, and the whole-body shudder my mate gives triggers a tiny dribble of cum to slide torturously over his glans and down his still-hard length.

The air between us changes in an instant, and my wolf rumbles a growl.

Milo’s rhythm falters, and I pounce.

Withdrawing my hand, I lean forward to scoop my mate up and bring him close.

Sitting him directly upright in my lap, I secure my right hand at his nape and my left around his narrow waist, then piston my hips—drilling into Milo for all I’m worth. Locking his feet around my lower back, and his arms around my neck, all he can do is hang on as my wolf takes over.

“Hol-y f-uck,” he moans, but his voice vibrates with the force of every thrust.

I brace my open mouth over Milo’s neck, tasting his sweat, our sex, and apples. It’s maddening.

Mate.

When Milo mutters fucked-out words that I can’t decipher, when his hand drifts to the back of my head and he presses firmly, my wolf bites down and my knot swells.

Mate. Mine.

Milo’s hot seed pumps over my skin where his cock is trapped between us.

Like a tsunami, my own orgasm builds throughout my lower back and along every nerve and blood vessel. The swelling of my knot at the base of my length is primal, ancient, and instinctive.

I ejaculate so far inside Milo that I have no doubt at all that had he been an omega, that I’d be depositing my mating load directly into his womb.

Milo’s whispers on my sensitised skin supercharge me. As if spelled, another wave of arousal washes over me, triggering a secondary orgasm. My cock kicks so fiercely it’s almost painful, and I pull Milo down—hard—while I rut up, grinding my hips and panting harshly.

Our lips are still secured on each other’s skin, and only the sound of rushing blood and the intense feeling of our new mate bond exists.

Mate.

Our sweaty chests touch with each rapid heartbeat.

After a few minutes of nothing but existing and heavy breathing, Milo drops his head to my shoulder and laughs. The motion tightens him around my knot that’s now locked inside him. We both groan.

Then Milo whispers, “Am I dead?”

I lick over the raw bite mark on his skin, and smile.

“That was the best sex of my life.”