Page 107 of Alpha Awakened

Once he was all the way inside, he buried his face in the crook of Dylan’s neck, breathing in his scent. He drew his hips back slowly then slammed back in.

Dylan groaned. “Again.”

He repeated the motion, the pull out just as slow, the slam in just as hard.

“Again.”

Royace gave him another slow pull out and hard thrust in.

“Again! Fuck me Roy —.”

He cut off the demand with a fierce kiss. Then he pushed himself up and braced his hands on the bed, gaining the leverage he needed to fuck into him hard and fast.

The bed squeaked beneath them while a litany of moans and gasps and curses fell from Dylan’s mouth. Even in the thick of their passion, Royce was mindful that their teammates had no doubt returned to the barracks by now. As much as he hated to restrain Dylan in anyway, he knew they couldn’t be as loud as they were at the cabin.

He pressed a finger to Dylan’s lips. “Sssh,” he ordered softly. “Can you stay quiet for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he worked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his lover. “If you can’t, I’ll have to stop.”

Dylan’s eyes went wide when he said he would stop.

“I can. I’ll be quiet,” he gasped out.

“Good,” Royce whispered. “You’re so good for me.

Dylan smiled softly and nodded.

Trusting that he would stay quiet, Royce changed position. He scooted backward to the edge of the bed, dragging Dylan along with him. He pulled out for a moment to get on his feet. Then he pushed Dylan’s legs together and raised them high in the air. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s legs, holding them tight as he pushed his cock back in.

Dylan shoved a fist against his mouth to hold back his moan.

Royce let his hips swing back and forth in a hard, steady rhythm, the sensual slap of skin on skin accompanying each thrust forward. His cock was gripped by the most perfect silky warmth. The pleasure of it had heat building behind his navel and his balls aching with the urge to pump his lover full of cum.

Dylan lay on the bed as he fucked him, arms thrown over his head, an expression of blissed out ecstasy on his face.

Royce could have stayed like that forever, watching his lover as he grew closer and closer to his release. But Dylan suddenly reached for him.

“Please. Need to feel you close when I come.”

At the plea, Royce felt a tug as if Dylan had physically grabbed him. He moved to lay back down on top of him. Once he was settled, their bodies pressed together, Dylan wrapped his arms and legs around him. Royce buried his face in his neck. The smell of apples bloomed in his nose, setting off sparks of pleasure in his brain. He licked over Dylan’s mating gland so he could taste it too.

As they drew closer and closer to release, a familiar feeling, a familiarwordbegan to build in his chest. The man in his bed, moaning so sweetly beneath him, taking him into his body like he belonged there, washis. His Instinct throbbed with the word.Mine. Face still tucked into Dylan’s neck, he soundlessly mouthed it against the omega’s skin with each thrust.Mine. Mine. Mine.

It was only sheer force of will that kept him from growling it for Dylan and anyone else in the barracks to hear. He couldn’t claim Dylan. He knew it. But fuck he wanted to. His frustration at having to deny himself what he wanted made him go harder and faster.

“Royce,” Dylan quietly moaned in his ear. “I’m... you’re making me come.”

A low growl did slip out at that. He would fuck Dylan so good he wouldn’t need a hand on his dick to come. “That’s it sweetheart,” he encouraged in a rough whisper as he pounded into him. “Come on my cock.”

Dylan tightened the hold he had around Royce’s back. Lips pressed to Royce’s shoulder, he came, his body shuddering with the force of it. The lowest, sexiest moan Royce had ever heard spilled from his lips just as his release spilled onto his belly.

Royce groaned. He loved it when Dylan came on his cock. The omega’s insides grew even hotter, with a rush of slick coating Royce’s shaft down to his balls. “You feel so good, baby,” he praised. “Keep coming for me.”

Dylan whined, back arching off the bed as he helplessly obeyed, forced into a prolonged orgasm as Royce continued to fuck him.

Royce thrust twice more before his own release took him by surprise. His shaft throbbed and the breath caught in his chest as he exploded into climax. His balls, drawn up tight and hard, finally had relief as he shot his load deep into the welcoming warmth of his lover.

He wasn’t in rut and Dylan wasn’t in heat so he didn’t knot him. But the climax still felt amazing. Good down to his bones. Fingers twisted in the sheets and spine prickling with pleasure, he kept going, determined to savor every pulse of sensation until they were both completely sated.

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