Page 91 of Alpha Awakened
“Thank you for the bath. I do feel better.”
“You’re welcome.”
Royce held Dylan’s hand as he stepped out of the tub onto the floor mat. Dylan stood there calmly, smelling like a delicious dream, and let Royce pat him down with a dry towel.
“You are a wonderful alpha,” Dylan said with a smile. “You’ve taken really good care of me. Much better than I would have done on my own.”
“Thank you.” He couldn’t help but feel proud that Dylan thought he’d done a good job being his heat partner. Royce was discovering so much about what made him an alpha during this time with Dylan. Being an alpha wasn’t only about strength and leadership. It was about care and protecting too.
He wrapped Dylan up in a fresh dry towel and lead him over to the arm chair in the bedroom. “Sit here for a minute while I change the sheets.”
Dylan’s eyes went wide. “My nest!” he protested.
“We can build it again, okay? Just with fresh sheets.”
“Okay,” Dylan pouted but agreed with a nod.
Royce quickly set about stripping the bed down to the mattress and getting clean sheets from the linen closet. Once the bed was made, he beckoned Dylan over to rebuild his nest. They worked on it together, both of them having a good time laughing at Royce’s clueless but helpful assistance.
When the nest was ready, they tumbled back into bed. Tangled up in each other, they rolled around, kissing and touching and giving each other gentle love bites. Their writhing served the dual purpose of getting their bodies worked up and transferring their scents onto the sheets.
Royce was reminded that he was still in rut when he licked over his lover’s mating gland. The taste of apples and arousal burst on his tongue and shot straight to his cock, making him instantly stiff. He manhandled Dylan to his front then yanked him up onto all fours.
Dylan squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Sssh.” Royce soothed him with a caress to his thigh. “Easy, sweetheart.” With his thumbs, he spread Dylan’s cheeks apart, revealing his entrance to his hungry gaze. That hidden place was soft and pink and glistening with slick. “Pretty,” he whispered. His mouth watered at the sight in front of him, and when he inhaled, the smell of Dylan’s slick had his brain buzzing. He had to taste him.
Royce leaned down and swiped the flat of his tongue over Dylan’s hole. He curled his tongue back into his mouth, savoring the honey sweet taste of slick. “Mmmm. You taste wonderful, sweetheart. Even better than you smell.”
After that first delicious taste, he needed more. Royce buried his face in between his omega’s cheeks, hungrily licking up his slick. As he feasted, he slipped a hand under Dylan to grasp his cock, and started pumping him at the same time he worked him with his tongue.
“Royce!” Dylan cried out his name, wiggling his hips as if he was trying to get away.
Royce clamped his other hand around Dylan’s thigh to hold him still. “Don’t move,” he growled against his ass.
“But I’ll come!”
“That’s what I want you to do.”
Dylan moaned. Instead of trying to get away, he rolled his hips in time with Royce’s strokes on his cock.
The lusty gasps and moans pouring from Dylan’s throat were music to Royce’s ears. His cock pulsed in his grip, signaling that he was about to come. Royce pumped him faster, pushing him toward that climax. It wasn’t long before he came with a keening cry, soaking the clean sheets with his cum. Royce stroked and licked him through it until Dylan’s trembling and moans tapered off to stillness and tired sighs.
Royce pulled back and straightened. The lower half of his face was wet with slick, proof that he’d pleased his lover. He swiped a forearm across his jaw, carelessly wiping some of it away.
Still kneeling on the mattress, Dylan spread his knees wide. Sinking down onto his elbows, he looked back at Royce over his shoulder. He was a picture-perfect vision of tempting omega — lips parted, eyelashes fluttering.
Royce slowly rubbed a thumb over Dylan’s entrance, watching as he shivered in reaction. “You must want something with the way you’re flashing those pretty green eyes at me.”
“Want you. Inside me. Want your knot.”
“All you had to do was ask,” Royce said with a low chuckle. He lined his cock up to that pink hole and pushed inside. The omega’s slick gave him a smooth ride all the way in until he was seated balls deep. Dylan groaned, his eyes drifting shut.
Royce pulled his hips back until only the broad head of his cock was still inside his lover. He paused for a heartbeat, then sank back in with a hard thrust. Gripping Dylan’s waist with both hands, he used the hold to drag him back and forth on his cock. A groan shuddered in his chest. Even after two days of near constant sex, Dylan was still hot and tight on his cock, his inner walls squeezing him just right.
Dylan felt as good as the first time he’d fucked him, but the sex was different now. It was still amazing. But now it wasn’t as frantic. They could slow down and enjoy it instead of desperately rushing to climax.
He purposely hadn’t taken Dylan like this during the early stages of his heat. After reading about the claiming position and mating bites, he’d worried that he might lose control and bite Dylan to claim him as his own if he fucked him like this.