Page 92 of Alpha Awakened
Actually, Dylan should have been wearing a bite guard this entire time. But since this shared heat wasn’t planned, neither of them had one on hand. Thankfully, he’d managed to keep his head. Dylan too, since he hadn’t asked for his bite. But now Royce felt they were lucid enough that they wouldn’t get overwhelmed by heat pheromones and slip up.
Dylan was so wet his slick squelched out onto Royce’s thighs with each thrust in. He didn’t care. Loved it actually. Loved everything about sex with Dylan. Loved the way his heavy balls swung and slapped against the omega’s hair roughened skin. Loved watching his cock slide in and out of him. Loved the pretty sounds Dylan made and his husky whispers asking for more. How stupid he would have been to miss this.
He shifted their positions slightly so that he could lean over Dylan’s back and nuzzle into his throat. Dylan smelled amazing in his heat, the scent of apples sweet and soft. Mouth falling open, Royce licked over his lover’s mating gland. Once. Then again.
“Royce?” Dylan questioned nervously.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Not going to do anything I shouldn’t.”
“Okay,” he said trustingly.
He wouldn’t bite Dylan. But he needed another taste. He licked the swollen gland again. Then he went a step further, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. Dylan moaned, a shiver running through his entire body.
“You like that?” Royce asked after he took his mouth away from Dylan’s throat.
“Yes. Do it again.”
“You know that’s dangerous.”
“I trust you.”
“Do you?” he asked as he continued fucking Dylan with slow, lazy thrusts.
“Mmmm-hmmm.”
Dylan tilted his head to the side, granting Royce easier access.
It was truly risky behavior for an alpha to have his teeth near an omega’s mating gland during sex. But Dylan trusted him. And he wanted his mouth on that sweet patch of skin, even knowing he couldn’t bite it.
He dragged Dylan up until they were settled on their knees, Dylan’s back pressed to his chest. Royce lowered his head and sucked on Dylan’s mating gland again. When Dylan moaned, he sucked harder. Hard enough to leave a mark. With Dylan’s breathy moans in his ears and his luscious taste in his mouth, Royce’s knot started to swell.
“Yes, Royce,” Dylan whispered.
Royce spread a palm against Dylan’s stomach, his other hand coming up to grip his shoulder. He held Dylan tight, trapping him in his embrace. His Instinct suddenly whispered in the back of his mind. The tone was sly. Persuasive.Claim him.
He wanted to. His fangs ached to bite into the swollen mating gland on Dylan’s neck. But he couldn’t. He growled in frustration, and his slow, easy thrusts gave way to hard, deep fucking. Their lower halves crashed together again and again, while Dylan desperately moaned and sobbed in his arms.
“Please! Please!”
Royce scraped his canines over the gland in his mouth, not breaking the skin, but letting Dylan feel his teeth.
Dylan gasped. He reached up to grab onto Royce’s hair and hold him pressed to his throat.
“Do that again.”
Fuck. They were playing with fire. But Royce gave the omega what he wanted. He dragged his fangs over the gland again, pressing down just enough to give a hint of a bite. The move teased Dylan, but it worked Royce up too.
Claim him. His Instinct whispered again.
He would. He would knot him and bite him because Dylan washis.
By now his knot was nearly fully swollen. He had to push a little harder each time to get in and out of Dylan’s tight passage. When his balls drew up tight and he was ready to come, he slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself deep.
When the first pulse of his orgasm hit, he started to bite down with Dylan’s mating gland still in his mouth. He had just enough clarity to realize what he was about to do. At the last second, he yanked his mouth to the side, biting down on Dylan’s shoulder instead. His canines broke skin and blood seeped onto his tongue.
Dylan yelled at the bite. He climaxed too, cum arcing from his cock in a pearly stream, body jerking from the force of it. His entrance clamped down hard around Royce’s knot and his inner muscles started to rhythmically squeeze his cock.
Royce took his mouth from Dylan’s shoulder. He let his head drop back with a deep groan. It felt as if Dylan was milking his knot, pulling his orgasm from his body.