Chapter 39
Royce wanted to howl with the overwhelming power of his desire for Dylan. Being close to him for hours, touching him, smelling his intoxicating scent. All of it had awakened a desire so strong it was a miracle he’d been able to focus and finish the mission.
Pulling Dylan into his room, he closed the door behind them, then immediately yanked him into a kiss. But that wasn’t enough. He needed to feel him closer. Royce picked Dylan up and pressed him against the door. Green eyes went wide with surprise at the unexpected move. But a half second later, Dylan wrapped his limbs around Royce to hold on without hesitation or protest.
They kissed like that, the passion they’d been forced to abort at the ball reigniting even hotter than before. Their lips met hungrily, desperately, as if they needed to kiss more than they needed to breathe.
When Royce finally pulled back, Dylan raised a hand to brush his fingertips over the masquerade mask he wore.
“This mask has an advantage over your usual one,” he said with a teasing gleam in his eyes.
“What’s that?”
“I can kiss you while you’re wearing it. Not that I’m complaining about the wolf mask. In fact, if you wanted to have a little fun while you have it on, I’m game.”
Royce smirked. “You want the big bad wolf to sneak into your room at night and devour you?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. For now, I want you out of these clothes.” His hands securely holding Dylan up by the ass, he stepped back from the door. “Let go,” he said patting him on the thigh.
But Dylan only squeezed him tighter, a pout on his lush lips.
“Don’t want to.”
Royce leaned in and nipped at that pretty bottom lip before whispering against his cheek. “We have to take off at least some of these clothes if you want me to fuck you.”
“Hmmm... You make a good point.”
Dylan unwrapped his legs first to drop down and stand on the floor. Then he let his arms fall from around Ice’s neck. He stepped back, but Royce immediately missed his closeness. Gripping Dylan by the waist, he pulled him in until their bodies were pressed together and kissed him again.
“Thought you wanted me to undress?” Dylan mumbled into their kiss.
“You were moving too slow.”
Dylan laughed but allowed him to take over the task. Royce pulled off Dylan’s mask first. Then, shoving his hands into Dylan’s tux jacket he pushed it off his shoulders. Dylan shimmied to work it the rest of the way off. Royce removed the cummerbund next with quick, efficient flicks of his thumb. It fell to the floor, revealing the stiletto switchblade he’d given to him earlier that evening.
A slight smile curled his lips, and possessive pride warmed his chest seeing Dylan wearing the weapon he’d provided for him. He’d bought that knife specifically for Dylan because he’d had an unexplained urge to give him a gift. And since he wanted to make sure Dylan was protected during their undercover op, a blade felt like the best choice. He noticed a slight blush on the tips of Dylan’s ears as he unbuckled the clasp holding the knife belt closed and pulled it from around his waist.
“What?”
“Thank you for letting me borrow your knife,” Dylan said softly.
“That wasn’t a loan. It’s a gift for you.”
“Oh.” Dylan touched the sheathed knife, his fingers brushing over Royce’s as he did so. “Thank you for the cour — for the gift.”
“You’re welcome.”
Royce momentarily stepped away to put the knife on his bedside table. Then he returned to Dylan’s side. He was tempted to rip the dress shirt off of him, but they had to return the clothes in the morning. Reining in his impatience, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt instead. He pushed it off, uncovering golden skin dusted with sworls of fine black hair. The shirt fell to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric.
Barely able to believe that this was happening, Royce put a hand on Dylan’s bare chest to feel him. He smoothed his palm up over his mating gland and around to cup the nape of his neck. Dylan’s eyes drifted to half-mast and he swayed toward him. Gently tightening his grip, Ice leaned down and kissed him, licking into his hot mouth while he unbuttoned his trousers.
The trousers slid down. Dylan kicked out of them and his shoes. Royce kneeled at his feet, dragging his briefs down with him. He tugged Dylan’s dress socks off, then swept the whole mess of clothes and shoes aside.
From his spot on the floor, Royce looked up at Dylan’s body. He was strong, muscled. Hard abs and tight waist. Defined chest and firm thighs, all wrapped in honey-gold skin. There were scars on his body — divots and ridges marking him in the same way Royce was marked. The life they lived was hard on the body. His muscles, smooth and rounded in a way that differed from Royce’s bulky build, made him want to grab on and squeeze. He did exactly that — squeezing Dylan’s thighs before letting his thumbs roam to brush through the curly black hair at the base of his cock.
Before he rose back to his feet, he pressed kisses to Dylan’s inner thighs and let his lips brush over the underside of his shaft.
“I have plans tonight for that pretty cock,” he huskily whispered, lips still brushing silky skin.
Dylan watched him with hooded eyes, interest sparking in the pale green irises. “What’s the plan?”
Royce rose to his feet, deliberately letting his clothed body brush against Dylan’s naked cock as he did so. “Patience, soldier.” Royce gently chucked him under the chin. “Get on the bed for me.”
Dylan immediately turned away to get on the bed. He lay on his back, his head resting on the pillow.
Royce followed him over but remained standing. As he stared down at his lover, he remembered the last time Dylan was in his bed. This time he was completely naked. And they weren’t going to stop after a single hand job.
Royce took off the masquerade mask and raked a hand through his hair. His eyes remained locked on Dylan as he swiftly undressed, unwilling to look away from the arousing sight of the strong, gorgeous omega laid out in his bed for even a second. The borrowed clothes he let drop, uncaring where they fell.
Once he was naked, he got on the bed and slid on top of Dylan, hot skin pressed to hot skin. Dylan moaned at the contact. Royce stole the sound straight from his lips with a greedy kiss. When he pulled back, he met Dylan’s gaze. Words that he’d held deep within him rose to the tip of his tongue. Before he knew it, he was speaking as freely as if he’d been given a truth serum.
“Every moment from our time at the cabin is burned into my memory,” he admitted as he stared into green-gold eyes. “I’ve tried to tell myself that should be enough. But I need more than memories. I need you.”
Dylan’s expression softened and his eyes began to glow. He brought a hand up to brush it along Royce’s jaw.
“When I came to you after my heat and said this thing between us was over I thought I was doing the right thing. But I can’t stay away from you. Because I need you too. So fucking much.”
Royce’s Instinct pulsed with satisfaction hearing Dylan say that he needed him too. He pushed aside worry over how they were going to handle this and gave in to his desires. Right now, his focus was on Dylan — kissing him, hips rolling so that their stiff cocks brushed together, smearing pre-cum on his stomach.
Remembering what he wanted to do, he broke their kiss and slid down Dylan’s body until he was laying between the juncture of his thighs. Dylan propped himself up on his elbows to look down at him.
“Let me taste you,” Royce said with his breath blowing over the head of his lover’s cock.
Dylan gave a jerky nod of his head, lips parted, and his cheeks flushed pink with anticipation.
Royce lazily licked the flat of his tongue over the already damp crown. For most of Dylan’s heat he’d been too impatient to allow him to do this. Tonight, Royce was going to indulge himself. He let his lips part over the head, slowly sucking it into his mouth.
He kept his gaze on Dylan, watching him as he took him in nearly to the base of his shaft. Then he began to suck up and down, slow and deliberate, paying special attention to the sensitive head every time he reached it.
Dylan’s eyes drifted shut. “Sweet Mother Wolf,” he breathed out before he fell back against the pillow again. He raised his knees and let them fall open wide — a pretty invitation for Royce to continue.
Royce bobbed his head, periodically humming with appreciation as he worked his mouth on his lover’s cock. Dylan’s taste was ambrosia, delighting his tongue and making his dick so hard he had to rut against the mattress to take off some of the edge. He used his hand to pump the part of the shaft he couldn’t take in, thumb softly stroking over the base and down to Dylan’s balls.
Dylan writhed beneath him as Royce sucked, hips moving in sinuous waves. He moaned, gasping Royce’s name as he clutched his own head, fingers scraping over his buzz cut. “ Royce . Ah!”
Royce loved seeing Dylan this way — falling apart under his mouth and hands. With a strong urge to make Dylan feel good burning under his skin, he put everything he had into the blowjob. He lavished attention on the head of Dylan’s cock, then the whole shaft, licking all over it with broad sweeps of his tongue. Determined to taste the omega everywhere, he even dipped down to mouth at his balls, but Dylan frantically pulled him back up to this cock. With a huff of a laugh, he allowed Dylan to guide him where he wanted him to go and sucked him into his mouth again.
Ready to push Dylan close to climax, he formed a tight seal with his lips to suck him wild and fast. Dylan tried to roll his hips up to meet him but Royce let a growl rumble in his chest — the noise an alpha’s order to stop and behave. His hands flat on Dylan’s inner thighs, Royce held them spread open and pressed down onto the mattress. The hold prevented Dylan from moving, forcing him to accept the pace Royce set and the pleasure he gave. Dylan whimpered but didn’t protest or try to get free.
Only when Dylan’s thigh muscles began quivering under his palms did he stop and pull off. As he watched, a thick drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock before it slipped down the wet shaft. Royce drew his finger along the path the drop had taken, then sucked it into his mouth to taste it.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
Dylan dazedly blinked at him, his chest heaving as if he’d just sprinted through a training course run.
“More than,” he got out on a shaky breath.
Feeling more than a little smug, Royce moved his hand to begin stretching Dylan open with his fingers. But Dylan caught his wrist, stopping him.
“I’m about to explode with how bad I want you inside me. But I have to get your cock in my mouth.” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it. But I need to taste you.”
Royce nearly blacked out with how fast another rush of blood shot straight to his cock. “Fuck. Want your lips on me right now.”
They both moved at the same time, rising up on their knees. Royce’s cock stood up between his thighs — flushed with blood, veins visibly throbbing.
Dylan stared at it, licking his lips as if he was starved for a taste.
“I wanted to drop to my knees and suck you off right there in that hallway at the party.”
Royce groaned at the image Dylan put in his head. He started to shift to sit against the headboard, but again Dylan stopped him.
“Stay right there.”
Dylan dropped his front half down until his face was nestled in Royce’s crotch. Nose pressed to his skin, he inhaled, breathing in the scent of him. Then he licked up Royce’s shaft with long lazy curls of his tongue until he reached the head. Dylan gave the head kitten licks and open mouth kisses, torturing Royce in the best possible way.
His body tight with tension, Royce balled his hands into fists at his side. “Suck me,” he huskily demanded.
Dylan followed the order, wetly sucking him down nearly to the base of his shaft. He held there for a moment before he pulled back up. With an exhale through his nose, Dylan closed his eyes as if he was savoring having Royce’s cock on his tongue. When he sucked it was with hollowed cheeks, slick glides of his lips, and a playfully active tongue flicking over the tip of Royce’s cock.
Royce groaned again. Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back on his shoulders. He rocked his hips forward as Dylan sucked him, wet and messy, his hungry noises making hot desire swirl low in Royce’s gut.
Realizing he was missing out on an amazing visual, he raised his head back up to watch. Dylan had his face buried in his lap, bare ass high in the air. From this angle, his ass looked like a perfect heart.
Royce leaned forward so he could get his hands on that beautifully rounded ass. He gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing and kneading while Dylan continued sucking him off. Royce slid his fingers over to slip between Dylan’s cheeks, seeking out his entrance. They were greeted by hot slick.
“I knew you’d be wet for me,” he murmured in a voice roughened by lust. “Slick and dripping. Need it on my cock.”
Dylan moaned at his comments, the vibrations of it tingling along the length of Royce’s shaft.
When his cock pulsed hard in response, Royce knew it was time to stop.
He pulled Dylan off. Dylan allowed it, but his lips left Royce’s cock with clear reluctance. Royce gave him a slight push so that he tumbled to his back on the bed again. Dylan sprawled in the center of the mattress, flushed with arousal from head to toe, his cock still hard and wet on the tip. Dylan lifted his arms to reach for him and Royce practically fell on him in his haste to feel that body against his once more.
Royce started kissing his lover again while he slipped a hand between them to seek out his entrance. When he found it, he used his fingers to begin working him open. First one and then two, stretching and pleasuring Dylan at the same time. It didn’t take long for him to relax, his hole soft, wet, and open.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he nipped Dylan’s throat dangerously close to his mating gland.
“Yes. Want you inside me.”
Royce rose up and grasped his cock, hissing at the pleasure of his own hand on his straining length. He guided it to the slick heat waiting for him and pressed the head to Dylan’s entrance. Dylan’s muscles easily welcomed him inside. Royce watched as his shaft disappeared inch by inch, swallowed up by Dylan’s tight hole.
“So eager for it,” he rasped. “Barely have to move with the way you’re sucking me in.”
Once he was all the way inside, he buried his face in the crook of Dylan’s neck, breathing in his scent. He drew his hips back slowly then slammed back in.
Dylan groaned. “Again.”
He repeated the motion, the pull out just as slow, the slam in just as hard.
“Again.”
Royace gave him another slow pull out and hard thrust in.
“Again! Fuck me Roy —.”
He cut off the demand with a fierce kiss. Then he pushed himself up and braced his hands on the bed, gaining the leverage he needed to fuck into him hard and fast.
The bed squeaked beneath them while a litany of moans and gasps and curses fell from Dylan’s mouth. Even in the thick of their passion, Royce was mindful that their teammates had no doubt returned to the barracks by now. As much as he hated to restrain Dylan in anyway, he knew they couldn’t be as loud as they were at the cabin.
He pressed a finger to Dylan’s lips. “Sssh,” he ordered softly. “Can you stay quiet for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he worked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his lover. “If you can’t, I’ll have to stop.”
Dylan’s eyes went wide when he said he would stop.
“I can. I’ll be quiet,” he gasped out.
“Good,” Royce whispered. “You’re so good for me.
Dylan smiled softly and nodded.
Trusting that he would stay quiet, Royce changed position. He scooted backward to the edge of the bed, dragging Dylan along with him. He pulled out for a moment to get on his feet. Then he pushed Dylan’s legs together and raised them high in the air. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s legs, holding them tight as he pushed his cock back in.
Dylan shoved a fist against his mouth to hold back his moan.
Royce let his hips swing back and forth in a hard, steady rhythm, the sensual slap of skin on skin accompanying each thrust forward. His cock was gripped by the most perfect silky warmth. The pleasure of it had heat building behind his navel and his balls aching with the urge to pump his lover full of cum.
Dylan lay on the bed as he fucked him, arms thrown over his head, an expression of blissed out ecstasy on his face.
Royce could have stayed like that forever, watching his lover as he grew closer and closer to his release. But Dylan suddenly reached for him.
“Please. Need to feel you close when I come.”
At the plea, Royce felt a tug as if Dylan had physically grabbed him. He moved to lay back down on top of him. Once he was settled, their bodies pressed together, Dylan wrapped his arms and legs around him. Royce buried his face in his neck. The smell of apples bloomed in his nose, setting off sparks of pleasure in his brain. He licked over Dylan’s mating gland so he could taste it too.
As they drew closer and closer to release, a familiar feeling, a familiar word began to build in his chest. The man in his bed, moaning so sweetly beneath him, taking him into his body like he belonged there, was his . His Instinct throbbed with the word. Mine . Face still tucked into Dylan’s neck, he soundlessly mouthed it against the omega’s skin with each thrust. Mine. Mine. Mine .
It was only sheer force of will that kept him from growling it for Dylan and anyone else in the barracks to hear. He couldn’t claim Dylan. He knew it. But fuck he wanted to. His frustration at having to deny himself what he wanted made him go harder and faster.
“Royce,” Dylan quietly moaned in his ear. “I’m... you’re making me come.”
A low growl did slip out at that. He would fuck Dylan so good he wouldn’t need a hand on his dick to come. “That’s it sweetheart,” he encouraged in a rough whisper as he pounded into him. “Come on my cock.”
Dylan tightened the hold he had around Royce’s back. Lips pressed to Royce’s shoulder, he came, his body shuddering with the force of it. The lowest, sexiest moan Royce had ever heard spilled from his lips just as his release spilled onto his belly.
Royce groaned. He loved it when Dylan came on his cock. The omega’s insides grew even hotter, with a rush of slick coating Royce’s shaft down to his balls. “You feel so good, baby,” he praised. “Keep coming for me.”
Dylan whined, back arching off the bed as he helplessly obeyed, forced into a prolonged orgasm as Royce continued to fuck him.
Royce thrust twice more before his own release took him by surprise. His shaft throbbed and the breath caught in his chest as he exploded into climax. His balls, drawn up tight and hard, finally had relief as he shot his load deep into the welcoming warmth of his lover.
He wasn’t in rut and Dylan wasn’t in heat so he didn’t knot him. But the climax still felt amazing. Good down to his bones. Fingers twisted in the sheets and spine prickling with pleasure, he kept going, determined to savor every pulse of sensation until they were both completely sated.
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When Dylan came, his body released hours of tension. Holding tight to Royce, he sighed with relief even as he trembled with aftershocks. It felt as if he was glowing with contentment. After fighting what he desired for so long, being fucked to completion by the only alpha he wanted had him more satisfied than he’d ever been in his life.
Eyes heavy with the urge to sleep and a pleased smile on his lips, he looked up at his lover. Royce’s face was flushed, white blond hair tangled and sweaty on his forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Royce chuckled, soft and low. “You’re welcome.”
Dylan suddenly remembered Royce’s cocky promise from earlier. He was too tired to come up with a teasing comeback. So he lightly bit Royce on the shoulder as a punishment for his smugness before he let his eyes slip closed. Feeling soft and cared for, a rarity in his line of work, he let Royce wipe him down before he got them arranged beneath the covers.
With another sigh, Dylan welcomed the gentle slide into sleep. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for tonight, he was warm, sated and in his lover’s arms. Right now, that was all that mattered. He’d — they’d — figure out the rest in the morning.