Chapter 18 #3
Ren writhed at the feeling, back arching and hands tightening at Falk’s scalp as he swallowed and sucked around him, his head bobbing over Ren’s length. He was already dizzy with pleasure, with the heat jolting through his veins, spurred on by Falk’s presence.
“Please, I don’t want to cum yet,” Ren whimpered, trying to buck his hips to get Falk’s mouth off of him this time. “I want you inside of me. I want your knot.”
Falk groaned as he pulled off, and leaned to kiss Ren again. “This mouth can be so dirty,” he murmured. Ren ignored the comment and wrapped his legs and arms around Falk tightly, not wanting to let him go.
He was already soaked by the time Falk’s fingers found his entrance, pushing into him and making his toes curl. Falk growled again, the sound of it making Ren tremble beneath him.
“My Omega,” he murmured. Ren moaned at the two simple words that were coated so entirely in the possessive tone of an Alpha.
Falk was pushing into him a moment later, making Ren cry out at the stretch. He normally waited for Ren to get used to everything, but Ren squeezed him tightly with his legs the moment he bottomed out, urging him forward.
Falk set a quick pace, sitting back on his knees and spreading Ren out beneath him with a grip on one of his knees and the other hand on his hip. Ren bit his lip hard to try to keep his noises in as he turned his face to press into the pillow beneath him.
Ren gasped as Falk looped an arm under his waist to hold him up, the angle hitting even harder and deeper inside of him.
Ren’s little ‘ah, ah’s got louder until his throat felt rubbed raw with the volume of his voice.
He whimpered as Falk’s free hand came down to take his own, twining their fingers together as he leaned over to capture Ren’s lips again.
It was far less of a kiss and more of them just breathing, moaning, into the same space, but Ren couldn’t get enough of it. He wound his arm around Falk’s shoulders to keep him there.
Falk’s hips sped up until his thrusts were making the bed creak beneath them. The dull slaps of skin on skin drowned it out coupled with Ren moaning with every thrust. He could feel himself nearing his climax already and reached down to wrap a hand around his length.
He whined when Falk shoved him out of the way to wrap his own palm around him, his fingers easily encapsulating him. He tugged at him hard, hand pumping quickly in time with his thrusts that were building to a stuttering, erratic pace.
As he felt himself falling over the edge, Ren grabbed Falk hard and tugged him down. “Bite me,” he said frantically. “Claim me, Alpha.”
Falk let out a noise akin to a whimper and a moan mixed with a deep throaty growl. Ren was expecting him to bite right over his scent gland, right where he loved to nuzzle against Ren, where he loved to breathe him in. But he simply kissed the spot before moving lower.
Ren’s entire body jolted, trembling as he screamed when Falk bit him on the upper left side of his chest. He thrashed at the feeling—an all-encompassing pain mixed with pleasure as he came over Falk’s hand.
His mind went entirely blank, only able to feel Falk’s teeth in his skin, only able to make sense of the strange, new sensation moving through his veins.
It took him a moment to realize what Falk wanted from him when he cupped Ren’s jaw and dragged him toward his throat.
Ren gripped Falk’s hair hard, moving him to where he wanted him with his grip, and bit down in the spot he had always thought would look pretty with a mating mark—the juncture of Falk’s throat with his collarbone, just shy of the gland Ren loved so much.
Here, he could press his nose into it and still slot his teeth into his skin.
Falk jerked under him hard enough that Ren’s teeth dragged against his flesh, blood bathing over his teeth and chin as he held on. Ren squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Falk thrust hard inside of him before coming deep inside.
Their chests heaved as they both tried to catch their breaths while their teeth were still locked onto each other.
Ren pulled back when Falk did and startled when he saw the red on his mouth and realized it was his own blood.
He peered down at the mark on his chest—a circle imprinting Falk’s teeth on his body.
Falk’s hand trailed up to his own neck, pressing over the mark Ren had left.
He wondered if Falk felt the strange newness as well—like a new organ sitting in his chest. He always heard that after you become mates something feels different, but no one had ever been able to put it into words he could understand.
Now, he finally realized what they had meant.
Falk’s face pulled into a smile after a few moments and he reached down to kiss Ren’s forehead a few times, his lips soft there, before moving down to kiss over Ren’s neck and down to the new mark on his chest. “So pretty,” he murmured.
Ren grinned as Falk’s mouth found his lips again and he whispered, “My Alpha.”
Falk kissed him once more and murmured, “My mate.”