Chapter 33
Hazard couldn’t believe that Ice had come for him. The captain had turned him down and he’d accepted that. But his heat-laced mind had called for him anyway. And now, he was in a truck with Ice driving down a gravel paved road with heavy woods on either side. Every so often, he spied a cabin through the trees.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“This is a privately owned camp ground. There’s a main lodge and they have cabins that they rent out. I have one. I was going to stay here while you were in heat.”
“Oh.”
They drove a little longer before they took one of the side lanes and went deep into the trees. Ice pulled up in front of a cabin and parked. It was neat but rustic. There was a grassy clearing in front and a small attached porch.
Ice opened his door and got out. Hazard went to do the same, but Ice pointed a finger at him.
“Stay.”
The command was unexpected. Nevertheless, Hazard obeyed and stayed put. Ice came around to his side and opened the door for him. He grabbed Hazard’s bag, then scooped him up in his arms. Surprised at the move, Hazard threw his arms around the captain’s neck to hold on. Ice kicked the Jeep door closed before carrying him up to the cabin.
“I can walk,” Hazard protested.
A low, short rumble of a growl made it clear what Ice thought of that idea.
Pleased and unable to hide it, Hazard pressed his face against Ice’s chest and let himself be carried.
Ice went up three steps to the front porch. He had to jostle Hazard around a bit to get the door unlocked and open while holding him. Once they were inside, Ice carried him over to the couch where he finally set him down.
Hazard looked around. They were in a medium sized main room that consisted of living area and kitchen. All of the walls were constructed from treated wood. There was a red brick fireplace on the wall between the two spaces. The living room had the couch where he sat, a coffee table, and a braided rug on the floor. The kitchen had small, white appliances, a table and four chairs. Off to the side of the living room was an open doorway. Through it Hazard could see a bed, nightstand, and the corner of a dresser.
“This is cozy,” he said.
“I come up here sometimes to relax and for my ruts. Spend most of my leaves here too.”
“Thank you for bringing me here. We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Just being near you should calm me enough to get through this heat.” He extended the offer as a way to let Ice know that he wasn’t obligated to sleep with him just because he’d lost control and howled for him.
Ice leaned down until they were face to face. He put his hands on the couch cushions on either side of Hazard’s shoulders, caging him in. Breathless at the alpha’s closeness, Hazard stared into the dark eyes watching him intently.
“You think I brought you all the way up here to sit five feet away from you while you go through your heat?”
Hazard swallowed. “You didn’t?”
“No. I said I’d take care of you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
He put a finger beneath Hazard’s chin and tipped his face up for a kiss. Something settled in him when their lips met, as if the kiss sealed a promise that Ice had made. But something else roared to life. The wave that he’d been holding at bay during the drive up wasn’t going to be ignored for much longer.
Ice pulled back.
“Let me put your food away in the kitchen,” he said as he brushed a thumb over Hazard’s lower lip.
Hazard didn’t want to let Ice go. Biting back a protesting whine, he turned, watching over the back of the couch as Ice took his bag into the kitchen and pulled out all the snacks he’d brought. He quickly stored them in the fridge or the narrow pantry then returned just as fast to Hazard’s side.
Hazard moved to get to his feet but before he managed to do so Ice picked him up again. This time Ice held him so that they were face to face. Hazard wrapped his arms around Ice’s neck and his legs around his waist. Ice’s hands moved down to hold him by the ass. It felt good being held like this, Ice’s strength holding him up with ease.
“I’ve got you,” he said as he carried him to the bedroom.
Hazard nodded. He took advantage of his position to tuck his face into the curve of Ice’s neck and breathe in his scent during the short walk from living room to bedroom. That woodsy cedar was a perfect complement to their current rustic environment.
“Do you need to make yourself a nest?” Ice asked.
Hazard blushed. “I... Yeah. If that’s okay.”
“Of course it is.” He set Hazard on his feet next to the bed. “Do whatever you need to do to get comfortable.”
Hazard pulled out the pillow, hoodie, and blankets Ice had stuffed in his duffel for him. The bed smelled like Ice — which was perfect — but he needed his own scent on it too. He kicked his shoes off. He was about to strip out of his clothes when Ice stepped close.
“Let me,” he said in a low voice.
A heartbeat away from preening at the attention, Hazard went still and let Ice undress him. Ice gripped the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head.
“In the nest?” he asked.
Hazard shook his head. “That’s okay. I have enough stuff with my scent in there.”
Ice continued on. He unknotted the drawstring on his sweatpants before pushing them down. Hazard stepped out of them. Since Ice hadn’t put any underwear or socks on him before leaving the barracks, he was left standing there nude.
Ice nodded at the bed. “Go on.”
Naked, Hazard laid down on the bed. He squirmed and rolled around, getting his scent on the sheets. When he felt satisfied with his efforts, he lay on his back, one knee bent and slightly raised. He looked up at Ice. The alpha was watching him, his dark eyes glowing with amber fire as he raked them over Hazard.
Hazard felt no shame in his nudity, especially not with Ice looking at him like he wanted to eat him up. And the heat within him was building, the wave he’d been holding back swiftly engulfing him from head to toe. He burned. He needed Ice now.
“Ice, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
At his plea, Ice started removing his clothes. His boots came off first. He was about to toss his shirt to the side when Hazard sat up.
“Wait. Can I have it?” The bed already smelled like the captain, but he wanted a piece of him in it as well — something directly off of his body.
Ice held out the shirt. “Here you go.”
Hazard took it and brought it to his nose first, breathing in deep. Then, he carefully folded the shirt and tucked it under his pillow. He wanted it close.
After watching Hazard add the shirt to his nest, Ice finished undressing until he was nude. Except for the mask.
Hazard felt a pang of disappointment but he let it go. This was more than he ever thought he’d get to experience with the captain. He’d deal with the mask staying on. For the first time, he was seeing Ice’s naked body. The alpha was built solid and strong. Impossibly broad chest and wide shoulders. Thickly muscled arms that were both covered with tattoos from wrist to elbow. Hazard was curious about them, but now wasn’t the time to ask. He let his gaze slip down Ice’s torso. To his cock.
Hazard licked his lips when he saw it. Fat and heavy, already wet with pre-cum on the arrow shaped head. The balls nestled beneath were covered in the palest fuzz. He realized that must mean that Ice was blond. But thoughts of Ice’s hair color flew out of his head when the alpha kneeled on the bed. His cock swayed with the movement, Hazard watching it as if he was hypnotized by the thick, veiny length. That would be inside him soon, quenching all of the need that raged within him.
Ice reached out to gently cup his face.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have abandoned you.”
“It’s okay, Ice. You’re with me now.”
Ice shook his head. “No. You’re going to call me Royce. While we’re here, I don’t want to hear any other name out of your mouth. Understood?”
“Yes, Royce.”
“Good.” Royce leaned in and kissed him.
Hazard easily parted his lips, letting Royce’s tongue slip inside to stroke his own. Kisses from Royce felt more right than any kiss he’d shared with anyone else.
“Dylan,” he whispered when they separated. He wanted to be called by his given name while they were together like this too.
Royce nodded. “Dylan.”
He brought their lips together in another kiss. With a little pressure, Royce got him to lay back down. Royce settled in between his thighs to lay on top of him, resting on his elbows to hold up some of his weight. It was wonderful but Dylan needed more. His body needed more. He rocked his hips up, whispering a plea every time there was a breath of space between their lips.
“Please, Royce. Please.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Royce reached down and grasped his cock. A shock of pleasure went through Dylan when he pressed the broad, slick head to his entrance. And a moan tore out of his chest when he started to push in. He gripped Royce’s wide shoulders, needing to be as close as possible to the alpha. “Keep going. I need all of you.”
Royce slowly continued sliding into him. But Dylan didn’t need slow. He was wet as hell and already stretched from his toys earlier. Rather than waste time trying to explain that, he planted his feet on the bed and bucked his hips up. The move forced Royce’s stiff cock to slide all the way home.
“Oh, fuck ,” Royce groaned. “You need it that bad, huh?”
Dylan was about to burst into flames with how bad he needed it. “ Yes .”
“Okay, then sweetheart.”
Dylan’s heart tripped a beat at the endearment. He needed to remember that this was only physical — Royce helping him out of obligation. But with the care Royce was showing him, it was too easy to believe that this — he — meant something to the alpha.
Royce started to move, hips drawing back to slide his cock out then slamming forward to shove it back in. Dylan groaned as Royce set a furious pace. At first, Dylan let his eyes drift closed. When he opened them, it was to see Royce watching him as if he were prey. A flush of exertion pinkened the pale skin of his shoulders and his dark eyes gleamed with lust. The power of his thrusts had Dylan sliding up and down on the mattress and knocked the headboard into the wall. This is what he needed. To be fucked hard and fast and deep.
“Feel good?” Royce asked.
The question was smug, Royce knew that he was giving him so much pleasure he could hardly stand it. Still, Dylan couldn’t manage one of his usual teasing responses. All he could do was nod.
“Gonna make it feel even better.”
Royce suddenly gripped Dylan’s thighs and yanked him down the mattress. He hooked Dylan’s legs over his arms and pushed his knees up to his chest.
Dylan gasped as the new position opened him up wide, made him feel vulnerable and completely at Royce’s mercy. It didn’t just feel better, it felt amazing. Dylan wrapped his arms around Royce’s neck and clung as Royce fucked him as if it was his mission. His whole body tingled with pleasure, it swirled low in his belly, spread down to his cock. He was hard, pre-cum spilling from the tip onto his belly in a steady stream.
His release was building and building. He wanted to come, but there was something he needed to ensure he was completely satisfied. “Knot me!” he demanded in a breathy whisper.
“Of course you’re getting my knot,” Royce growled before he leaned down to kiss him swift and hard. “But I don’t want to knot you like this,” he said when he pushed back up. “It’ll be more comfortable if we’re in a different position, understand?”
Dylan understood, but he still whimpered a complaint when Royce stopped and pulled out of him. Royce quickly flipped him onto his side, slotted in behind him and pushed back in. He immediately resumed his pounding thrusts, pelvis now slamming against Dylan’s ass with a loud slap .
“Going to knot you sweetheart,” Royce rumbled in his ear. “Keep you locked on my cock while I fill you up with my cum.”
Dylan shivered at the sultry promise, his heart racing with anticipation. “I want it,” he sobbed, shameless and needy.
Royce gripped Dylan’s hip and slammed in hard. A low growl came from deep in the alpha’s chest.
“You don’t just want it. You need it. You need my cock. My knot. That’s why you called for me.”
“Yes. Yes .”
“Say it then, sweetheart.”
The words Royce wanted to hear burst out of Dylan. “I need you, Royce! Need your cock inside me like this. Need you to knot me full.”
As if on command, the knot at the base of Royce’s cock started to swell, stretching Dylan’s rim every time it pushed into him. Royce slipped a hand between Dylan’s trembling thighs to grip his cock, stroking the hard, wet length.
“ Ah! Ah! ”
Royce slammed into him one last time, then stayed deep inside, his knot too big to pull out again.
“You got my knot now, sweet omega. Gonna come on it?”
That rough voice in his ear, being filled, feeling the thick, pulsing shaft inside him pushed Dylan over the edge. He came in a powerful, deep, full-body orgasm. His breath locked in his chest and he shook from the flood of sensation, toes curling, unable to see even though his eyes were open. Dylan moaned as a stream of cum shot from his cock, wetting his belly, Royce’s hand and the sheets.
The climax seemed to go on forever and he rode it out while stuck on Royce’s knot. Finally, it eased back until there were only gentle tremors that faded into tiny aftershocks of pleasure.
For the first time this heat, Dylan truly felt satisfied. He lay there relaxed as Royce stroked soothing sweeps up and down his torso with his palm.
“Better?”
Dylan nodded. “Yes,” he breathed out on a shuddering exhale. There was no comparison between how wonderful he felt now and the weak satisfaction of his solo orgasms.
“Good. Stay relaxed for me. Catch your breath,” Royce guided as he continued to caress him.
Tucked into the cradle of Royce’s big body, Dylan drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. He repeated the action a few times more until he no longer felt as if he’d just sprinted down a race track. His heat was far from over but for the moment, he was calm and sated.
While he was settling, Royce pulsed his hips back and forth in small, short movements. Of course. He was having a knotted orgasm. It was going to go on for a while. Dylan could feel the liquid heat of Royce’s release spilling into him. He squeezed his inner muscles around the alpha’s cock once, coaxing forth more of his seed. Royce groaned.
“Do that again.”
Dylan did. Now that he’d had his release, it was time to make sure his alpha knew he’d taken good care of him and given him what he needed.
“You were amazing,” he said softly. “Fucked me so good. Made me come so hard.” He wiggled his hips, enjoying the tug of Royce’s knot on his entrance. “Love having you locked inside me.” Feeling soft and warm and replete, he turned his head to look at Royce over his shoulder. His brown eyes were filled with satisfaction. “Kiss me, alpha,” he whispered.
Royce leaned down to meet him. They kissed long and slow, Dylan clenching down every so often to make Royce groan with pleasure against his lips.
After about fifteen minutes, Royce’s knot went down. But since his body was responding to the heat pheromones Dylan was sending out, he stayed semi-hard.
Because he’d had such a satisfying orgasm, and been knotted, Dylan wasn’t immediately taken over by another wave of heat. But eventually, it started again. His body started to warm, cock twitching back to hardness. He squeezed his thighs together, antsy with arousal. “Royce...”
“I’m here.”
Still inside him, Royce started rocking his hips as his shaft grew fully hard once more. He started off slow, gradually gathering speed and force until he was fucking him just as hard and furious as before. Royce gripped Dylan’s hip with a big hand, holding him still for his thrusts.
A sharp canine nipped at his ear. Dylan shivered at the small pain but didn’t shy away from it. Royce continued on, sucking and biting down the line of his throat. Something in the back of Dylan’s mind tried to remind him that an alpha’s teeth on his throat could have consequences. But in that moment, Royce rolled him the rest of the way onto his front. Dylan cried out, his thoughts scattering as Royce sank in deeper than before in the new position.
“Hole tight and silky,” Royce said with the hint of a growl behind each word. “Perfect. Made just for me.”
Dylan noted the change in his voice. It was rougher, dropping down to a lower register.
Royce held him in place with one hand on his hip, the other on his shoulder. Dylan couldn’t move even if he wanted to. All he could do was lay there and be fucked, cock pressed to the mattress, the slap of skin on skin ringing in his ears.
He was sweaty and hot. The smell of sex and the scent of his alpha filled his nose with each inhale. Royce’s scent was all over him. But it was more than his usual cedar scent. It was laced with the sharpness of an alpha’s claim. No other alpha would dare come near his den with the scent of an alpha rutting with his omega in the air.
Royce’s voice deepening. The change in his scent. The care and possessiveness he was showing. Royce wasn’t doing this out of obligation. Dylan realized that the alpha was fully in rut because of him.
At that realization, Dylan exploded into climax, fingers gripping and twisting the sheets, toes curling, mouth open as he panted. His cock throbbed with it, spilling cum on the sheets under him.
Through the fog of his orgasm, he felt Royce go stiff behind him. He didn’t knot this time, but he still filled Dylan up with a flood of cum. So much that it leaked out of him with each of Royce’s gradually slowing thrusts.
“So good,” Dylan slurred, exhausted and drunk on pleasure. “So...” Before he could finish his sentence, another wave overtook him. But it wasn’t a wave of heat. This wave was dark and comforting. It pulled at him and he sank into it. Eyelids too heavy to keep open, he fell asleep, safe beneath his alpha.
* * *
When Dylan’s entire body went lax, Royce realized he’d fallen asleep. He carefully withdrew from him. Dylan didn’t so much as stir. It wasn’t long before he was softly snoring. Royce lay there beside him, filled with fondness as he watched him sleep.
When he’d arrived at the cabin, he’d opened the windows to air it out, put the food away, then settled on the couch to read the book he’d purchased. It was informative, teaching him everything necessary to care for an omega in heat. Still, he’d fully planned to stay at his cabin alone.
That changed when he heard the distant howl of Hazard calling for him. He’d resisted the first call. And the second. Then came the third howl, plaintive and hurt and demanding. He’d shuddered in physical reaction to that desperate cry. His feet had been stuffed in his boots and he’d had his keys in hand before he was even consciously aware that he was moving. His omega needed him. He couldn’t leave him there alone.
And now, he had Dylan here. Safe in his arms. His body’s needs were sated, even if it was only for a few hours.
He didn’t think they’d be in any trouble with Ortiz. She’d been satisfied to see that they both consented to spend Hazard’s heat together. If there was some other issue, he’d handle it when they got back to base. For the next couple of days, his only concern was satisfying the man sleeping so trustingly in his bed.
Whatever Dylan needed when he woke, he would give it to him.