Page 135 of Alpha Awakened
Dylan rose up on his knees and moved until he was kneeling directly over Royce’s stiff cock. Their gazes locked in the most intimate eye contact as Dylan started to slowly sink down on it. Once he was half way down, Royce moved his hand out of the way. He brought it to his nose, nostrils flaring as he pulled in the intoxicating scent of his lover’s slick.
“Smells delicious,” he said husky and low.
But that wasn’t enough. He needed to taste it too. Royce sucked a finger into his mouth, licking the pad of it, groaning as he got the flavor of his lover’s slick on his tongue.
Dylan whined as he watched him lick his essence from his fingers. He pushed down, taking in the last few inches so that Royce was buried all the way inside his snug warmth. Bracingthe flat of his palms on Royce’s chest, Dylan started to ride. He rose up on Royce’s cock, nice and slow, then sank back down on it. They both groaned when he was fully seated once more.
He rose and fell again and again, each time increasing his speed. Soon, he was fully bouncing up and down on Royce’s cock. The tight, wet glide felt so good, the base of Royce’s spine was already tingling with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he drew out the curse on a long, ragged exhale. “That’s it. Ride me. Just like that.”
With a moan of assent, Dylan continued to move.
Royce was entranced watching his muscled body rise and fall. Strong thighs flexing to power his movements. Head thrown back, exposing the column of his throat and the mating glands on either side of it. Panting breaths visibly puffing in the cold air as he worked himself up and down on his cock. His own cock, stiff and flushed, swaying with every bounce. Pre-cum dripped from the head to slide into the dark curls nestled at the base of his shaft. And the moonlight dusted his skin with silver. He was beautiful.
The sound of their sex took over the night. The sensual slap of skin, their groans, and the creaking of the truck as it rocked from their movements were louder than the chirping of crickets and hooting of owls. And the scent of it... Royce wanted to shift into wolf form and roll around in the blankets until the smell of their sex was embedded in his fur. All of it felt primal, natural and raw, in a way that satisfied his wolfish instincts.
Overcome with passion, he couldn’t simply lie still. Royce bucked his hips up, meeting Dylan when he dropped down, their bodies crashing together with a satisfyingsmack. Dylan gasped his name.
“Royce! Keep... doing... that.”
Royce wouldn’t have been able to stop fucking him into him if he tried. “Never done this before,” he gritted out from between teeth clenched tight with pleasure.
Dylan raised his head to look at him. “Never done what?”
“Made love outside.”
“Do you like it?”
With a rough laugh, Royce gripped the omega’s waist even tighter. “I fucking love it.”
And he did. He was hit with the urge to howl with how amazing it felt — cock buried inside tight heat, cool air brushing his fevered skin. Dylan must have felt the same, because he dropped his head back again and let a long howl pour from his throat. Royce answered him in kind, embracing the freedom of howling to the moon while deep in the throes of sexual pleasure.
When they quieted, they stared at each other, breathing hard, still fucking.
He slipped his hands down to grab handfuls of Dylan’s ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Then he pulled them apart, holding them spread open. He clapped them together, making Dylan moan.
Lips pursed in a luscious pout, Dylan leaned down to kiss him. There was no finesse to it. Just a rushed meeting of lips and tangling of tongues. The new position let Dylan change the angle of his hips. He slammed them up and down with short, quick movements, sweaty and groaning with the effort.
“So tight. So wet,” Royce got out between filthy, deep kisses.
Dylan nipped his lip.
“And you’re so fucking hard inside me,” he said after he soothed the bite with his tongue.
Royce loved the way Dylan talked to him during sex. And fuck, he was already close to the edge, his shaft throbbing, balls drawing up tight.
“Need to come, sweetheart. You with me?”
Mouth open as he panted, Dylan nodded. “I’m with you.”
Royce planted the flats of his feet on the truck bed, bracing himself to furiously thrust his hips up. At the same time, he used his grip on Dylan’s waist to slide him back and forth on his cock.
“Taking me deep,” he said with a growl thick in his voice. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.”
The first tensing of Dylan’s inner muscles began squeezing his cock — a sign that he was about to come. Unable to hold back anymore, Royce let go. He came hard in a breath stealing, bone-deep burst of pleasure. Spine tingling, cock throbbing with it.
Royce closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as he continued fucking his hips up. Every thrust had him spilling his seed deep inside his lover, making them both even more wet, the musky alpha scent of it mingling with the smell of their sex already perfuming the air. Royce groaned and cursed, all of his senses narrowing to focus on the climax rolling through his body until he was left twitching with aftershocks.