Page 87 of Alpha Awakened

Dylan woke. He was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Royce’s scent was all around him. But Royce himself was nowhere to be seen.

He sat up. Had Royce left him? His Instinct didn’t like that he was alone, wanting his alpha near. Hearing movement in the other room, he threw the covers back and got up from the bed. His bare feet silent on the wood floor, he went over and peeked out the door.

Royce was still there, moving about in the kitchen. Relieved, Dylan took the time to use the restroom and brush his teeth. When he came back out, Royce was walking into the bedroom carrying a tall glass of ice water. The glass was frosty with condensation on the outside and the ice cubes softly clinked on the inside.

“Hey. I felt you stirring. Figured you’d be up soon and you’d be hungry and thirsty.”

Hazard shook his head. “Not hungry, but that water looks too good to pass up.”

“Come here.”

Royce sat on the bed and held out a hand. Dylan took it, allowing himself to be pulled down next to him. Royce passed him the glass of water, watching him closely as he drank as if to make sure he got every drop down. Dylan’s chest warmed. He loved the care.

Scooting over, he laid his head on Royce’s shoulder. It was nice to sit there with him, listening to the birds chirping outside and the wind whistling through the pine trees. He needed these moments of calm and he enjoyed them as long as he could. But it wasn’t long before his body started to remind him that he was still in heat.

“Another wave coming?” Royce asked.

“Yeah.”

“Knew it. Can smell it rising on you,” Royce said as he nosed at his mating gland. Then he raised Dylan’s hand to press his nose to the gland on his wrist. He breathed in then sucked the gland into his mouth.

Dylan shivered. The tug of Royce’s lips on his gland shot an arrow of arousal straight down to his cock. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Royce’s shoulder.

“Royce. Need you,” he whispered.

“You’ve got me,” Royce said before he nipped at Dylan’s wrist.

“Ah!” Dylan gasped as that little bite caused pre-cum to bead up on the head of his cock.

Royce brushed a kiss over his hair.

“Let’s get you what you need.”

He guided Dylan to lay down on his back, sliding on top of him in one smooth movement. Eager for it, Dylan spread his thighs wide so that Royce could settle in the cradle of his hips. He was so slick and Royce so hard, that he was able to get his cock inside him without even having to use his hands.

Royce kept his palms pressed to the pillow on either side of Dylan’s head as he started to fuck into him with languid, rolling glides of his hips. Their bellies brushed together with each stroke, skin growing damp with sweat and easing the friction.

Dylan let his eyes drift closed, concentrating on how good Royce’s cock felt inside him. Thick and hot. Perfectly strokinghis sensitive walls. He smoothed his palms down Royce’s back, feeling the muscles working with his movements. He continued down, hands coming in contact with his ass. Before he even realized what he was doing, he gripped tight, holding on while Royce pumped into him with his steady, unhurried pace.

Dylan opened his eyes. “Royce,” he whispered his lover’s name.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

His head a swirly, foggy mess of his heat, Royce’s alpha pheromones, and the deep pleasure of good cock, Dylan’s tongue loosened up to let him speak the unvarnished truth.

“You feel amazing inside me. I want you to fuck me all the time. Bend me over and fuck me whenever you want.” He giggled. “Let me sit on your cock after missions on the helo.”

Royce smiled at him, humor sparkling in his eyes. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Dylan’s lips.

“Keep talking like that and we’re never leaving this cabin.”

Dylan smiled back, equal parts sultry and sweet. “Fuck me, alpha. Make me come and then keep fucking me.”

“Anything you want, sweet omega.”

Royce kept up the gliding thrusts, but started moving faster. Dylan maintained his grip on the alpha’s ass, feeling the flex and release of the muscles that powered his hips. Royce kissed him, tongue in his mouth, not giving him space to do anything butfeelthe pleasure he was giving him. The tingling, bubbling sensation built up in his blood, under his skin, until it was too much to be contained. And that’s when Dylan came, shuddering softly, cock pulsing and spilling onto his stomach. As promised, Royce kept fucking him.

Dylan was absolutely drunk on pleasure as his lover fucked him through his aftershocks. He swept his hands up Royce’s back. When he reached the cloth of his balaclava, he ran hisfingers under the edge of it to grip onto his neck. When Royce went still Dylan realized what he’d done.