Page 93 of Alpha Awakened

“What... is happening?” Royce asked. Whatever it was, it felt amazing. But it was definitely something different and unexpected.

“I—.” Dylan cleared his throat and started again. “I think I locked on you. It’s called an omega lock.”

“An omega lock?” Royce groaned again. The pulsing squeezing massaged his knot and all the way up his shaft.

“Yeah. I’ve never done this before. Didn’t even think an omega lock was real. I’m uh... Mmmm.” His voice broke on a moan before he continued. “I’m still coming too. A prolonged orgasm happens with an omega lock.”

He brought his head back up to look over Dylan’s shoulder and down at his cock. A steady stream of cum flowed from the slit, dripping onto the bed.

“Didn’t see that in the manual,” he muttered into the soft hair at the nape of Dylan’s neck.

“Manual?”

Royce kissed his ear. “Don’t worry about it.”

He eased them down onto their sides. If they were going to be locked and knotted for a while, they might as well get comfortable. They lay there, both in the grips of a slow, powerful orgasm. Royce continued to come in steady pulses, so much cum his balls should have been drained dry by now. But somehow, they still felt heavy and full.

Royce tucked a finger beneath Dylan’s chin and guided him to look back over his shoulder. “You okay?” he asked softly.

Dylan nodded. “Mmmm-hmm.”

“Good.” Royce leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Feeling drugged with pleasure, they lazily kissed as they waited for their bodies to relax.

Royce’s knot went down first. But he wasn’t going anywhere until Dylan’s muscles loosened their hold on him.

After long minutes, the rhythmic squeezing stopped. A second later, Dylan’s inner muscles released their lock on his shaft. Royce was free but he didn’t want to pull out of his lover. He wanted to stay inside him forever. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

With a sigh of regret, he carefully pulled out. Curious, he cupped one ass cheek and pushed up, exposing Dylan’s puffy hole so he could see what he’d left behind. As he watched, a copious amount of cum and slick leaked out of him, spilling across his thigh and onto the bed. What a beautiful mess.

“Royce?”

Royce dragged his eyes up to meet Dylan’s. “Yeah?”

“I think we’re going to have to change the sheets again.”

Royce laughed. “Yeah. I think so too.”

* * *

Their third afternoon at the cabin, Dylan’s heat was at its end. His face was no longer as flushed, his eyes clear instead of glassy. They’d even managed to leave the nest. They were on the couch, both naked, Hazard sitting on Royce’s lap with his feet up on the cushions.

“How are you feeling?” Royce asked him.

Dylan rolled his shoulders. “I don’t feel that overwhelming urge to have sex but I’m still restless.”

“You need a run while you’re shifted to burn off that lingering energy. We both do.” He’d read in the heat book that shifting and running at least once was vital during a heat.

“I’d like that.”

“Let’s go then. He tapped Dylan lightly on the thigh as a signal to get up. They rose and went out onto the front porch.

Royce cupped the back of Dylan’s head, nails lightly scratching at his nape. Dylan’s eyes drifted to half-mast and he swayed toward him.

“Feel good?”

Dylan opened his eyes and looked directly at him when he answered.

“Feels amazing.”