Chapter 34
Dylan woke. He was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Royce’s scent was all around him. But Royce himself was nowhere to be seen.
He sat up. Had Royce left him? His Instinct didn’t like that he was alone, wanting his alpha near. Hearing movement in the other room, he threw the covers back and got up from the bed. His bare feet silent on the wood floor, he went over and peeked out the door.
Royce was still there, moving about in the kitchen. Relieved, Dylan took the time to use the restroom and brush his teeth. When he came back out, Royce was walking into the bedroom carrying a tall glass of ice water. The glass was frosty with condensation on the outside and the ice cubes softly clinked on the inside.
“Hey. I felt you stirring. Figured you’d be up soon and you’d be hungry and thirsty.”
Hazard shook his head. “Not hungry, but that water looks too good to pass up.”
“Come here.”
Royce sat on the bed and held out a hand. Dylan took it, allowing himself to be pulled down next to him. Royce passed him the glass of water, watching him closely as he drank as if to make sure he got every drop down. Dylan’s chest warmed. He loved the care.
Scooting over, he laid his head on Royce’s shoulder. It was nice to sit there with him, listening to the birds chirping outside and the wind whistling through the pine trees. He needed these moments of calm and he enjoyed them as long as he could. But it wasn’t long before his body started to remind him that he was still in heat.
“Another wave coming?” Royce asked.
“Yeah.”
“Knew it. Can smell it rising on you,” Royce said as he nosed at his mating gland. Then he raised Dylan’s hand to press his nose to the gland on his wrist. He breathed in then sucked the gland into his mouth.
Dylan shivered. The tug of Royce’s lips on his gland shot an arrow of arousal straight down to his cock. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Royce’s shoulder.
“Royce. Need you,” he whispered.
“You’ve got me,” Royce said before he nipped at Dylan’s wrist.
“Ah!” Dylan gasped as that little bite caused pre-cum to bead up on the head of his cock.
Royce brushed a kiss over his hair.
“Let’s get you what you need.”
He guided Dylan to lay down on his back, sliding on top of him in one smooth movement. Eager for it, Dylan spread his thighs wide so that Royce could settle in the cradle of his hips. He was so slick and Royce so hard, that he was able to get his cock inside him without even having to use his hands.
Royce kept his palms pressed to the pillow on either side of Dylan’s head as he started to fuck into him with languid, rolling glides of his hips. Their bellies brushed together with each stroke, skin growing damp with sweat and easing the friction.
Dylan let his eyes drift closed, concentrating on how good Royce’s cock felt inside him. Thick and hot. Perfectly stroking his sensitive walls. He smoothed his palms down Royce’s back, feeling the muscles working with his movements. He continued down, hands coming in contact with his ass. Before he even realized what he was doing, he gripped tight, holding on while Royce pumped into him with his steady, unhurried pace.
Dylan opened his eyes. “Royce,” he whispered his lover’s name.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
His head a swirly, foggy mess of his heat, Royce’s alpha pheromones, and the deep pleasure of good cock, Dylan’s tongue loosened up to let him speak the unvarnished truth.
“You feel amazing inside me. I want you to fuck me all the time. Bend me over and fuck me whenever you want.” He giggled. “Let me sit on your cock after missions on the helo.”
Royce smiled at him, humor sparkling in his eyes. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Dylan’s lips.
“Keep talking like that and we’re never leaving this cabin.”
Dylan smiled back, equal parts sultry and sweet. “Fuck me, alpha. Make me come and then keep fucking me.”
“Anything you want, sweet omega.”
Royce kept up the gliding thrusts, but started moving faster. Dylan maintained his grip on the alpha’s ass, feeling the flex and release of the muscles that powered his hips. Royce kissed him, tongue in his mouth, not giving him space to do anything but feel the pleasure he was giving him. The tingling, bubbling sensation built up in his blood, under his skin, until it was too much to be contained. And that’s when Dylan came, shuddering softly, cock pulsing and spilling onto his stomach. As promised, Royce kept fucking him.
Dylan was absolutely drunk on pleasure as his lover fucked him through his aftershocks. He swept his hands up Royce’s back. When he reached the cloth of his balaclava, he ran his fingers under the edge of it to grip onto his neck. When Royce went still Dylan realized what he’d done.
“I’m sorry,” he swiftly apologized and yanked his hand away. “I wasn’t trying to take it off.”
“Do you want me to?”
It was Dylan’s turn to freeze. Was Royce going to let him see his face? Slowly, he nodded. “Yes. I want you to take it off,” he answered honestly.
Ice rose up on his knees. His muscles rippled as he reached up, grabbed the hem of his balaclava and started to roll it up his neck.
Breathless, Dylan waited for the reveal.
The hard line of his jaw came into view first. Square. Stubbled with blond hair. A dip in the center of his chin. Then his nose. Stern and sharp. Slightly crooked from an old break and marred with a scar on the bridge. The balaclava went over his wide, intelligent brow. And then it was off. The final reveal was his hair — a shock of white blond cut low on the sides with a little length on top. Thick and straight, it was slightly longer than regulation allowed, but who was going to see it to reprimand him?
“Do you approve?” Royce asked once he was completely bared.
“I’d approve even if you were the ugliest motherfucker this side of the Mississippi.” Dylan reached up to trace his fingers along Royce’s jawline. “But you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Hmmm.” Royce hummed softly. “Thank you.” He leaned down and brushed their noses together. “So are you.”
Dylan’s chest glowed with happiness at the way Royce kept scenting him. He loved that the usually standoffish alpha sought that connection. Sitting up, Dylan slid his hands into Royce’s hair. It felt like silk sliding over his fingers. “Towhead,” he teased.
Royce huffed a laugh. “Haven’t heard that in a long while.”
“Even if people could see your hair, they’d be too afraid of you to say it.”
“But you’re not afraid of me.”
Dylan shook his head. “Not even a little bit.”
“Good. I like that about you.”
A smug smile curled Dylan’s lips. “I knew you did.”
“Brat,” Royce said fondly, just as he pushed back inside him.
Dylan gasped, but it wasn’t a protest. He was more than ready for another round of sex with his lover. With Royce now unmasked, he got the full effect of his expressions, and it was wonderful. He could see the humor and tenderness as they kissed and teased each other. Saw the passion take over as his cheekbones grew flushed. He watched Royce’s jaw clench tight, a single muscle there jumping as he grew close to his climax. And finally, the beauty of him when he came.
Dylan moaned his way through his own orgasm. It was so close to the last that it was nearly a dry release, but it felt just as good.
When Royce pulled out of him, he didn’t go far. He got them both settled on their sides, pulled Dylan into his arms, and threw a leg over his hip. Dylan lay there, completely wrapped up with his alpha, happy and content. And then his stomach growled. Loudly.
Royce snorted a laugh. “I thought you weren’t hungry?”
“I wasn’t. But I guess I am now.”
“The food is on warm in the oven. We should go eat.”
Dylan knew he needed to get food in him, but he wasn’t ready to leave the comfort of their nest. He pressed his face into the curve of Royce’s neck and shook his head. “Don’t want to.”
“You have to eat,” Royce said. “I’ll bring the food in here, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Royce started to pull away from their embrace. Dylan held on as long as he could, immediately missing the warmth of Royce’s body once they were completely separated. He grabbed Royce’s pillow and hugged it to his chest as a substitute for his lover.
“I’m sorry I’m being clingy,” he said as he watched Royce stand.
“Don’t be sorry. This is normal and natural.” He cupped Dylan’s jaw, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Food is coming up in a few minutes,” he said before letting him go and leaving the room.
Dylan watched him go until he disappeared into the kitchen. His nose caught the scent of meat and his stomach growled again. He was hungry. But he was also still very much in heat. When Royce walked back into the room, tall body naked, cock heavy and swinging between powerful thighs, the heat swept over him in a firestorm. Fuck. Dylan sat up.
“Forget the food. I need you,” he said desperately.
Royce set the plate and fresh glass of water he’d brought on the nightstand. “You need to eat.”
Dylan pouted. “But I’m horny.”
“I’m the one taking care of you, Corporal,” Royce said, voice stern with a hint of command. “And I say you have to eat more than a power bar.” He sat down on the bed. “This is a tactical issue. We’ll utilize a two-prong attack for the solution.”
“What do you mean?” Dylan asked with a frown of confusion creasing his forehead.
To answer, Royce pulled him over to straddle his lap. Gripping his cock, he held it straight up, then guided Dylan to sink down on it.
Dylan moaned as he slid down on the hard shaft until he was fully seated. He started to rise up so he could ride it, but Royce stilled the movement with a stinging smack on his ass cheek.
“Stop that. Eat first.”
With the fire raging within him, Dylan wanted to protest. But he was massively pleased that his alpha was concerned about meeting all of his needs. So, he settled in place as ordered. When Royce leaned over to pick up the plate he’d set on the nightstand, Dylan understood what he was going to do. Have him sit on his cock to hold his heat at bay while he fed him.
“Open. Your mouth, not your legs,” he clarified with a snicker.
“My legs are always open for you, sir,” Dylan shot back. He gave a tiny bounce of his hips to be contrary before he eyed the plate Royce held. “You made me beef Wellington?”
“I told you those power bars aren’t enough. You need real food.” He picked up a slice of the beef wrapped in a pastry crust and held it to Dylan’s lips.
Dylan leaned forward and took a bite. The beef was hot and tender, the pastry flaky and buttery. Dylan moaned again, although this time it was because of food, not dick.
He finished the first bite and Royce fed him the other half. As Dylan chewed, it finally hit how hungry he was. He eagerly opened his mouth for the next bite, tearing at the slice of meat with his sharp canines. Wanting to gobble it down, he had to force himself to chew slowly so he could savor the delicious meal Royce had made for him. The red meat was exactly what he needed to shore up his energy and put back the calories he’d lost.
Royce fed him slice after slice until the dish was nearly gone. He watched him the entire time, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Dylan swallowed each bite. The alpha was clearly pleased that he’d gotten him to eat such a filling meal.
Once he’d had enough, Royce ate the rest and set the empty plate back on the nightstand. Before he could say anything, Dylan grabbed the hand that had fed him. His eyes locked on Royce’s, he slowly slid his tongue out to lick up the grease from each of his fingers. Flames of lust began to burn in Royce’s eyes when Dylan sucked his middle finger into his mouth, cleaning it of all the juices. He bobbed his head on the digit, once, then again, before he pulled his lips off with a soft pop .
“Thank you for the meal.”
“You are a menace,” Royce said roughly. “And you’re welcome.”
Dylan smiled. He looped his arms around Royce’s neck in a loose hold. “I’m stuffed,” he said with a replete sigh.
Royce smoothed his hand down Dylan’s back, fingers trailing over the curve of his ass, to delve between his cheeks. He tapped at the place where Dylan was still split open on his cock. “That you are.”
Dylan let his lips purse in the tiniest of pouts. “I was good and I ate.”
“You did. You’re a very good omega.”
Oh, fuck. Praise from his alpha while he was in heat. There was nothing that could make him happier.
Royce’s hands went to either side of his waist. Holding him firmly, he lifted him up and brought him back down, fucking him on his cock.
“Such a good omega. Letting your alpha take care of you, taking me into your tight, hot body.”
Praise from his alpha while he was in heat and getting fucked. He wasn’t going to last for long. He tucked his face into the alpha’s neck, wanting to hide and be close at the same time. “Royce. Please!”
“You like that? Like me telling you how good you are?”
Still hiding, his breath hot against Royce’s neck, Dylan nodded. He started lifting himself up and down, ass slapping on Royce’s thighs as he rode his lover.
“You’re an amazing soldier,” Royce whispered in his ear. “Smart. Skilled. A pretty wolf. Perfect omega. Fucking yourself on my cock so good.”
The praise ratcheted up Dylan’s arousal to a fever pitch. He was close, his balls tight with his coming climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chanted as he frantically bounced on Royce’s cock.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Royce rumbled deep and low. “Take what you need and let me feel you come.”
“Ah! Royce, I’m coming!” He came in a sharp burst, slick rushing out of him, his cum shooting onto Royce’s torso. Dylan groaned and shook with it, holding on to Royce as if he was his anchor.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Royce said as he stroked Dylan’s sweaty back. “That was a good one. Want me to come too? Fill you up?”
His heart still racing, Dylan gasped out his answer. “Please, yes.”
“Won’t make you wait for it.”
Royce squeezed his waist to pull him in tight against his pelvis and grind his hips up. Seconds later, he was groaning as he flooded Dylan’s insides with his seed. Dylan breathed out a sigh of relief once he had his alpha’s cum inside him.
Belly full of good food. Body sated from great sex. Not even thirty seconds after his orgasm, Dylan’s limbs went limp as if a puppeteer had cut his strings, and he fell instantly into sleep.