Page 150 of Alpha Awakened
Royce growled. “Fuck the rules.”
Dylan smiled. He didn’t give a fuck about the rules either. Not when it came to being claimed by the man he loved. He looked back over his shoulder at Royce. “Claim me, alpha. I’m yours.”
Royce wrapped his arms around Dylan’s chest and raised him up until they were both on their knees with Dylan’s ass settled in Royce’s lap. Royce lowered his face to the curve where Dylan’s shoulder met his neck. He licked over the mating gland there before he sucked on it. At the tug of Royce’s lips on that sensitive patch of skin, Dylan felt a shivery pull from there all the way down to his navel.
“Ready?” Royce whispered the question with his lips pressed to Dylan’s ear.
Dylan nodded. “Yes.” He wanted his alpha’s bite more than anything. Royce kissed back down his neck. When he reached the spot that would bind them together as mates, Dylan went still, waiting with bated breath. Kisses as gentle as the brush of butterfly wings tickled his skin. Then sharp teeth bit into his flesh.
“Ah!” Dylan cried out, back arching as a shock wave of pleasure rippled through him.
Royce growled again. He bit harder, tightening his hold on Dylan at the same time. With his alpha’s fangs deep in his body, Dylan could feel Royce inside him in a way that went past the physical penetration of his cock and fangs. It was as if Royce’s Instinct brushed against his own, their souls touching and connecting as the mating bond began. But the bond was only partially formed.
Royce pulled both his fangs and his cock from Dylan’s body. He turned Dylan around, manhandling him into the position he wanted him in. On his lap, with his legs wrapped around his waist.
Face to face, Dylan could see how the mating bite had affected the alpha. The pale skin over his cheekbones was flushed red with passion and his eyes glowed brighter than ever. He looked triumphant, as if he’d won the greatest victory. Yet at the same time, he gazed at Dylan with adoration and love shining in those fierce brown eyes.
“Bite me,” Royce ordered.
Dylan had never been so happy to follow an order from a superior. He leaned forward and sank his canines into Royce’s mating gland, biting down hard to make sure he marked the alpha as his mate.
Royce groaned, a shudder wracking his large frame. “That’s it, sweetheart. Mark me.”
Royce’s very essence spilled into Dylan’s mouth. He tasted of power and warmth and intelligence. All traits that made the alpha who he was. It was a heady rush to know his mate this intimately. Wanting to enjoy it a little longer, he held the bite a few seconds past when the bond had fully formed. When he finally released it, he licked the drops of blood and gland secretions away from Royce’s throat.
“My mate,” Royce whispered in his ear. “Mine.”
“Yes,” Dylan promised. “I’m yours and you are mine.”
They kissed to further seal their bond, the blood and secretions on their lips and tongues mixing together in a taste that was uniquely them. No one else in the world would ever experience it.
They still hadn’t come yet, so Royce began moving again. Hands on Dylan’s waist, he raised him up then brought him back down at the same time he thrust his hips up. He repeated the move, using his strength to push them closer and closer to climax.
Dylan looped his arms around Royce’s neck and held on tight as his alpha bounced him on his cock. His head fell back on his shoulders and he moaned to the ceiling as his coming orgasm built with spine tingling pleasure. With every thrust, the stiff rod of his alpha’s shaft brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. His stomach muscles clenched tight and his cock throbbed, aching for release. He was about to come untouched.
“Alpha,” he breathed out. “I’m almost there. Please.”
At his plea, Royce fucked him harder and faster, yanking him down on his cock every time he thrust up.
“My mate,” he said with his lips pressed to Dylan’s throat. “Come for me.”
He bit Dylan’s mating gland again and Dylan exploded. Toes curling, mouth open to let out a desperate cry, he came, his cock shooting out streams of cum to wet them both.
“Love you, Dylan,” Royce gritted out from between clenched teeth as he fucked him through it. “So damn much!”
Royce roared as he came too, deep inside him in a hot rush. His arms tightened around Dylan in a crushing hug. But Dylan didn’t mind. He needed the hold to keep from shaking apart.
They clung to each other as they shuddered and groaned their way through their shared climax, hips occasionally moving to steal another pulse of pleasure.
When their release began to fade into the soft waves of post orgasm bliss, they remained in the tightest embrace, whispering words of praise and love to each other. Their climax had come to an end. But now they were forever bonded as mates.
Chapter 57
Royce lay in bed, an arm curled around Dylan who lay with his head on Royce’s chest. Together they basked not only in the afterglow of their sex but also of their mating. Now that he was bonded to Dylan, their connection was stronger than ever.
He picked up Dylan’s hand and twined their fingers together. Their hands were similar yet different — his big and pale, Dylan’s smaller and tan. Both were hard and scarred. A reflection of who they were. Their life as soldiers had brought them together in a perfect fit. Royce knew he would never have fallen for anyone who didn’t live the same life as he did. A sweet civilian waiting for him at home was not for him. He needed Dylan, the omega’s strength and passion and joy called to both parts of him, man and wolf. His heart and his Instinct had been nothing but ice for so long. But Dylan had warmed those frozen spaces inside him. And now, being bonded, he finally felt as if he had a pack. A home.
“I love you,” Dylan said softly.