16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Axel
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Dylan asked sleepily.
After we’d taken another shower, he’d called his friend George to apologise for ditching, and we’d watched Howl’s Moving Castle cuddled in bed.
It had been the greatest night of my life.
I’d fallen asleep with Dylan’s head resting on my shoulder, little puffs of his breath dancing over my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt more settled than right then. Like finally, I wasn’t searching for anything anymore.
Only now, it was the middle of the night, and I was burning up.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m going into rut. It’s two weeks early; it’s never early,” I tried to explain as I kicked off the covers to cool down. But then Dylan began to pull away, and he should not be doing that. “Where are you going?” I asked, panicked.
“If you’re going into rut I should leave, Axel. You didn’t plan for this. I shouldn’t be here for this without being invited. I’ll leave, and then I’ll come back once it’s over, okay?”
Absolutely fucking not.
“No! I mean, please. Don’t go, Dylan. Please stay. Please don’t leave. I’m not trying to pressure you, but I think I might really freak the fuck out if you’re out of my sight,” I rambled.
“You aren’t thinking straight, Ax. I won’t be able to handle it if you regret sharing this with me. I’ll go, and then we can talk about it for next time, okay?” His tone was pleading, but I could tell he didn’t really want to leave, and I definitely didn’t want him to leave.
“I saved it for you!” I blurted out.
“Saved what for me?”
“This.” I gesticulated towards my naked, very overheated body like that would explain what I meant. “My rut, I mean.”
“You saved your rut for me? What are you talking about?”
“I… I’ve never… Never spent it with anyone before. I was saving that for… the right person,” I explained, skirting around the part where I had actually been saving this for my mate, and Dylan was definitely that for me, but it didn’t seem like the right moment for divulging that particular truth.
“Really?” he whispered. “You’ve really never spent your rut with anyone else?”
I shook my head. “But I want to spend it with you. I won’t knot you if you don’t want that; I just really need you not to go.” I knew how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. Panic rose in my chest at the prospect of Dylan, my Dylan, walking out of here while I was in rut.
“Okay, it’s okay. I’ll stay. I’m just gonna go to the loo, and then I’ll be right back,” he said like I wasn’t going to follow him to the bathroom.
Dylan padded out into the hallway, and I… well, I stalked him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking over his shoulder with a scrunched expression on his face.
“I’ll wait by the door.”
“For?”
“You.”
“You want to wait by the door while I take a piss?” he asked like I was the one being insane. Like I wasn’t already fighting the instinct to offer to hold his cock while he peed.
I looked at him like, ‘duh’, and thankfully, he left the door open while he did his business, so I didn’t have to deal with that nonsense.
Once we made it back into the bedroom, Dylan crawled into the bed, and I laid on top of him. I could feel his heart beating like a steady drum in his chest, and it allowed my brain to quiet down a little.
“Fuck. Get off me a second,” he said. I really didn’t like the idea of that, but Dylan was considerably smaller than me, and there was a possibility I was squishing him, so I gave him enough space to shimmy out.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, panicking as he began to pace back and forth across my bedroom floor. Not in my bed like he should be.
“This is all wrong, Axel. I don’t have any of my stuff!”
“Your stuff? What stuff?”
“My nesting stuff.” And then the worst thing ever happened. Dylan began to cry. Tears poured from his beautiful green eyes and down his cheeks, and all my instincts went into overdrive.
Mate is sad.
Have to fix this. Have to make this better.
Mate can’t cry.
I jumped out of bed and opened my wardrobe door. Dylan stared at me in confusion as I began chucking stuff out until I got to the box I had tucked away in the back. It was one of those vacuum-sealed bags, and as soon as I found it, relief flooded me.
This will help.
Make mate stop crying.
I carried the heavy bag over to the bed and ripped into it, pulling out all of the contents. Dylan came over and lifted some of the items delicately.
“What? How? How do you have all this?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
The answer to that was obvious, “You made it.”
“I know I made it, but why do you have it?”
“Allen Myers,” I said sheepishly.
“You little shit.” He laughed. “I can’t believe you’ve been ordering my nesting material all these years.”
“It still smells of you. I sealed it as soon as it arrived so it wouldn’t lose your scent. I only caved once after my dad died and took one of the smaller blankets out.”
Fuck. Dylan cried again—big chest heaving sobs.
No, no, no, no, no.
“What did I do? Don’t cry, Dylan. Please don’t cry,” I pleaded.
“All. This. Time,” he hiccuped.
I grabbed his face between my hands and trailed kisses all over. Tried to kiss the tears away. When he began to calm down, I wrapped my arms around him tight, like if I could merge our bodies, I could carry his pain for him.
“Fuck. Okay. Have you got any dirty laundry?” he asked.
“I mean, yes. But why do you want that?”
“Pull out anything that’s worn but not like actually covered in dirt,” he said like that made any sense at all. I did as I was told, though, because at least he wasn’t crying anymore.
When I returned with some dirty but not too dirty clothes from my washing basket, Dylan was already arranging his nesting material on the bed.
He then dashed out of the bedroom and made a beeline for the living room, and I followed. He collected a couple of small cushions from the sofa and a blanket I kept in there and brought them back.
“This is not ideal,” he muttered to himself. “How am I supposed to build the perfect nest with no fucking notice. Fucking ridiculous, honestly.”
I just watched on as he began stuffing my dirty clothes into little crevices of the nest. It took up my entire king-size bed, so we’d still be able to fit comfortably inside it.
Finally, he placed my duvet along the bottom of the nest. With the amount of body heat I’d produce over the next few days, there wouldn’t be any need to be under it.
“Please don’t think for one second that this is my standard of nest, Axel. If I’d had even a day to prepare, it would have been so much better. I promise I’m much better at building nests than the one I showed you when I was fifteen. I could call George; maybe he could get it from my room and drop some of it around?”
“No. Nobody else can be here. And this nest is beautiful, Dylan. It smells like us. It’s magnificent. And you have a knack for this because even your nest back then was wonderful. It was a great nest, Dyl.”
“Nice one,” he muttered.
“Huh?”
“‘Oh, nice one.’ That’s what you said when you saw my nest. That’s not what you say about a wonderful nest, Axel. But it’s okay. I’ve worked on them; they’re much better now. I just can’t really display my full nesting potential when I’m limited to your frankly inadequate supplies.”
“Jesus, Dyl. I was seventeen, and I’d never seen anyone’s nest before, let alone smelled one covered in your intoxicating post-heat scent. I thought I was going to have a stroke or something. I’m surprised I even managed to form words.”
“I bet Lauren made phenomenal nests,” he said sadly.
“She could have made the most spectacular nest in the world, Dyl. But it still wouldn’t be right because my favourite nest will always be the one you’ve built. It’ll smell of you, of us.”
“You really mean that?” He looked up at me through damp lashes.
I bent down and kissed him softly. “I promise, love.”
He kissed me back with urgency, and I walked him towards the bed before lifting him up and depositing him inside.
Perfect.
Perfect mate in perfect nest.
“You gonna join me in here?” he said breathlessly.
Without delay, I crawled into the nest and knelt between his spread thighs. A slight tan line still remained from all his running in those obscenely short shorts during the summer. I ran my hands up his smooth legs, indulging in the feel of his supple skin under my fingertips.
“Do you shave?”
He shook his head. “Hair removal cream.”
“Your skin feels even softer than I’d imagined.”
I lifted his left leg and turned my face to kiss the inside of his ankle before resting it over my shoulder. I repeated the action with his right leg and then leaned forward to kiss the inside of those insanely soft thighs.
With my nose buried in the crease of his thigh, I took a deep inhale; his scent was like a drug I knew I’d never get enough of.
His balls were pink and tight, a slight dusting of hair surrounding them.
“I fucking love your cute little cock,” I told him. When I glanced up, a blush had spread from his chest all the way up to his face.
“You don’t mind that it’s not very big?”
“Not at all. It suits you. And…” I took his full semi into my mouth before letting it go again. “I can swallow you whole,” I said, licking a stripe up his now fully hard shaft.
Pushing his thighs back to expose him, I stared at his little pink hole, and my mouth watered. It was shiny with slick, and smooth like his legs. I swiped my tongue over his opening, and Dylan moaned loudly—so responsive. His feet dug into my shoulder blades, holding my face against his hole as if I had any intention of stopping.
“Fuck, love. You taste amazing.”
I licked a stripe from his hole, over his taint and balls and up his leaking cock. His legs trembled, so I repeated the action over and over until he was writhing under me.
“Axel, if you don’t put your fingers or your cock in me in the next sixty seconds, I will do it myself,” he said sternly.
A laugh bubbled out of me because I loved this side of Dylan. He’d always been so assertive and sure of what he wanted, never caring about outside noise and what other people thought he should want or should be doing.
I pressed two fingers into him, and he slowly relaxed around them. Crooking my fingers to rub over his prostate, I knew when I’d found the right spot because… “Yes. Right there. More,” he said. So, I added a third finger.
It didn’t take long for me to get jealous of my own fingers, so I removed them, earning me an indignant squawk from Dylan.
I grabbed his hips and flipped him so he was on his front and trailed kisses down his spine. Widening his stance with my knees, I made room for myself between his thighs and spread his cheeks. I dipped the tip of my thumb inside him before using it to rub his slick up and down his crease. Squeezing his cheeks together, I made the perfect channel to glide my cock between. It was a heady experience watching my cockhead peek out of the top before being engulfed by his peachy arse again.
Dylan’s petite frame underneath me made it hard to conceive how he took my cock last night. It looked like there shouldn’t be room for me inside him.
“I swear to fucking god, if you don’t fuck me into the mattress immediately, I’m leaving. I mean it.” He huffed, reminding me that Dylan was no damsel and he took whatever he wanted to.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I replied, plunging into him with one long thrust.
“Fucking finally!”
I spanked his arse cheek lightly for that, and the moany whimper that escaped his lips made me feel kind of feral.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room as I set a relentless pace. Dylan scrabbled and clawed at the bed sheets like he was clinging on for dear life but he pushed back, meeting me for every thrust.
A tingling sensation where my knot formed alerted me to how close I was.
“I need to pull out Dyl, or I’m gonna knot you,” I gasped.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare. Give it to me.”
Face flushed and brown curls sticking to his forehead with sweat, Dylan looked like a wild little animal beneath me. But he was my wild little animal.
“Are you sure?” I checked.
“So help me god, Axel—”
“—Okay, okay. Turn on your side.” I tapped his arse with the palm of my hand, and the sound it made was delicious.
Dylan shuffled onto his side and brought his knee up so I could slide back into him from behind. I fucked into him slowly then, rhythmically gliding in and out until I could feel the swelling begin at the base of my cock. As my knot grew, my thrusts shortened, the swollen ball trapped me inside Dylan, and he groaned as it rubbed against his prostate.
“Holy shit. Fuck, Ax. I had no idea. I didn’t know it would…” Dylan stammered out.
“Didn’t know it would what, love?” I tugged him closer so his back was flush with my chest and gently thrust as I kissed his shoulder.
“I’ve never… nobody has ever…”
I stilled.
“You’ve never taken a knot before?”
He shook his head.
“Fuck, are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me?” I suddenly worried that I could be hurting him. My mind ran over the whole time we’d been in bed, questioning if I’d prepped him thoroughly enough.
“Shh. It feels amazing. Like I hadn’t even realised I’d been chasing this feeling all along. I’m so full, Axel, but I feel like… I feel like I’m yours,” he whispered the final sentence.
I twisted his face so I could look into his beautiful eyes. “You are mine, Dylan. For as long as you want to be.”
That Dylan had clearly also saved this experience and gifted it to me flooded me with too much emotion to handle. I had to fight to keep the moment between us tender because the alpha in me wanted to roar from the rooftops that Dylan was claimed now. That I was claimed now. Dylan was the first omega I ever shared my rut with, but he would also be the last. There was no going back for me. Dylan’s tight heat wrapped around my knot was an ecstasy I’d not known existed, and the rightness of it all floored me.
I kissed him before I had the chance to embarrass myself by suggesting he move in here and be mine forever. Our tongues tangled, and heat built. We were buried in the eye of a tornado, completely wrapped up in each other, and when I reached down to stroke his cock, it wasn’t long before his release spilled over my hand, and I was following behind him.
I moaned into his mouth as I came, and it felt like it went on forever. Pulse after pulse as my orgasm had my entire body vibrating with the force of it.
It would be a while until my knot would go down, so I wrapped my arms tightly around Dylan’s chest, keeping him as close as physically possible, and we both passed out curled up in our nest.
A nest which smelt just right. The perfect combination of Dylan and me. Of us.