Chapter 11 A Second Heat? #2
“Do you think it’ll fit in my mouth?” Killian whimpered, stroking his small hands up and down Crush’s length. If Crush hadn’t seen it for himself, he wouldn’t have believed that his cock could fit inside this omega.
“Why don’t you give it a try?” Crush purred.
He pushed his fingers into Killian’s hair, tugging him gently forward to grind his face all over that sensitive length.
Pleasure whispered up his spine; Killian moaned and rubbed every inch of his face against Crush, so eager that Crush’s balls tightened with need.
When his face was saturated with the scent of Crush’s cock, Killian lowered his lips to Crush’s base, giving him small, tentative licks.
Crush had to hold himself back from pushing between those lips and fucking Killian’s face. Precum trickled from his slit; he trembled as he held back his instincts to claim.
I’m not an animal.
But his wolf was just beneath his skin, prowling, waiting for a chance to breed Killian again. To make damn sure his seed took in Killian’s body.
Need to pin him. Need to knot him, and fill him with cum. It didn’t matter that Killian was probably still dripping from the two previous loads. The wolf didn’t care.
Crush inhaled slowly, his eyes flashing gold when Killian pressed a sucking kiss to his base, where his knot would swell. Pleasure jolted up his spine.
“You know my knot is all yours, right?” Crush growled. “It’s right there, ready to breed you whenever you ask for it.”
Killian’s pupils dilated. “But y-you already did. Earlier.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it again,” Crush whispered. “I want to fill you over and over so you never stop leaking cum. Keep you bred, sweetheart. Like the omega you are.”
Killian began to pant. He ran his hands feverishly over Crush’s length, ducking his head to wrap his lips around one side of it.
Slowly, Killian sucked his way up to Crush’s head, a trail of gentle, wet tugs that made Crush’s balls tighten.
When his lips were just beneath Crush’s tip, precum squirted out, streaking across his other cheek.
Killian stuck out his tongue to lick at it. Crush gathered the wetness with his thumb and pushed it into Killian’s mouth.
“Suck,” he growled.
Killian moaned and sucked on Crush’s thumb. The sound went straight to Crush’s cock and tugged.
Even though he had already come twice, Crush’s body thrummed, eager to give his omega what he needed. When Killian swirled his soft tongue around Crush’s tip, more precum shot onto his tongue.
“I want to mark you with my cum,” Crush whispered, brushing his fingers through Killian’s hair. “Want to make damn sure you know who you belong to. Mine will be the only name falling from your lips.”
A whimper escaped Killian. He licked Crush’s sensitive slit—”Fuck!
”—and took his tip into his mouth. That wet warmth was almost too much.
Crush groaned; his hips rocked up, shoving deeper.
He had to rub Killian’s nipples so he wouldn’t be tempted to hold down Killian’s head and thrust into his sweet mouth.
Killian’s nipples leaked through his shirt, more so when Crush began to squeeze them. Fertile. Killian’s scent grew rich again, his pupils blowing wide open.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Crush murmured, cursing when Killian shoved himself further down on his cock. “You want me to fill you with cum on both ends, keep you bred and happy. Put more and more pups into your belly until you’re full of my claim.”
Killian moaned; the vibrations went all the way down Crush’s cock. He began to take Crush as deep as he could, his lips stretching, his drool trickling down Crush’s length. Where his mouth couldn’t reach, he used his hands. The smell of his slick filled the air.
It said, I need an alpha’s cock deep inside me.
Crush swore and tapped the booth seat next to him. “Sweetheart, get your ass up here.”
Killian refused to release his cock. With his mouth still on Crush, he awkwardly clambered onto the booth seat. Crush reached under the bathrobe, stroking down Killian’s spine.
“So gorgeous, Kil.” Crush slipped his fingers into Killian’s crack; Killian shuddered. Then he smoothed his fingers over Killian’s used hole, and pushed them inside.
Killian cried out. Crush swirled his fingers around to find his prostate. The moment he did, he massaged it firmly. Killian jerked and panted around Crush’s cock, shaking all over.
“That’s it,” Crush growled. “Can you come again for me, sweetheart? I want to feel your pretty hole clench. Want to put my cock back in there, fuck more cum inside you so you get pregnant with another pup.”
Killian came on his fingers, gasping around his cock. Fuck, it felt good, having Killian’s mouth and hole both wrapped around him. Crush groaned and squeezed his own cock.
“You make my balls so heavy with cum,” he growled, rocking into Killian’s mouth. “Feel them, sweetheart. See how much cum I have for you?”
Killian dropped his hand to Crush’s sac and squeezed; his next moan was louder.
Crush pulled Killian closer so he could stuff his fingers deeper into his ass.
It wasn’t going to take him long like this, not with Killian’s scent growing heavier, his hole wet and plush, twin spots of wetness growing on his T-shirt.
So fertile. So ready for another load.
“Kil—” Crush stiffened as he came. As pleasure crashed through him, Killian shoved Crush’s tip against the back of his mouth, so Crush emptied down his throat.
Fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing. Crush came harder, his balls squeezing.
It felt as though Killian was sucking his soul straight out of his cock.
He thought it would end there. But suddenly, Killian’s pupils swallowed his irises. And his scent grew overwhelming—sweet and heady, completely omega.
Was he... in heat again?
Crush’s mouth watered. He swept aside the plates and bent Killian over the table, flipping up the lower edge of Killian’s bathrobe to expose his ass.
Even after coming in him twice, Crush wasn’t used to this sight: Killian’s creamy cheeks hiding his wet little hole.
“Please,” Killian begged raggedly. He reached down and pried his cheeks apart. “Please please please.”
Crush throbbed, precum jetting out of him. “You look like a damn feast.”
He pushed down his sweatpants and hauled Killian further up the table, so his ass was up in the air, his hole fluttering emptily, slick and cum trickling out of it.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed.
He didn’t wait. He gripped himself and pressed his tip straight into Killian’s hole, more precum shooting deep into Killian’s body.
Then he held Killian down and pushed half his cock inside.
Killian cried out, his walls fluttering around Crush’s length. Begging for more. Before Crush could do anything else, Killian shoved himself down the rest of the way. His stretched pink hole bumped against Crush’s swelling knot; Crush was about to tell him to stop, before he hurt himself.
Killian pushed his hips down; he forced his own hole open around that girthy roundness, so it popped into his body.
“Fuck. Holy fuck.” Crush’s eyes rolled back. His knot was sensitive, especially when it was squeezing through the tightest part of Killian’s ass. “Sweetheart—”
Killian dragged himself off Crush’s knot. Then he shoved his ass down, taking it back inside.
Crush wanted to come so badly; he wanted to stuff his knot into his omega, over and over. As though Killian could read his mind, he rode Crush furiously, shoving his ass down like he was demanding a fourth load.
Need exploded through Crush’s body. His teeth ached with the strain; blood surged into his cock.
He couldn’t think beyond Killian, beyond anchoring his omega down and pumping him full.
As his need grew, Crush’s cock began to hurt.
It only eased when he was all the way inside; there was only one thing both of them wanted right now.
Crush took control, grasping Killian’s shoulder and hip.
Then he pinned Killian down and hammered into him, hard thrusts that sent the table sliding forward.
Killian cried out on every stroke, shaking like a leaf.
Crush’s growing knot popped in and out of his body; Crush took an extra moment to push it against Killian’s prostate.
“Crush, Crush—” Killian panted, spreading his legs wider.
Mine.
“You look so good, taking my knot,” Crush growled in his ear. “Your pretty pink hole stretching open for me, begging to be used.” Then he gripped Killian’s hips and fucked in so hard, the table slammed into the opposite booth seat.
Was his cock bigger than before? Crush was so horny, he couldn’t tell. But it felt bigger. It felt as though he needed to keep it buried; it felt like he needed to come again.
Inside Killian. He would be filling Killian on both ends, marking him as his.
Crush ducked his head, biting into the crook of Killian’s shoulder. Killian jerked beneath him. Prey. Mate.
Mine.
He gave Killian several long, hard strokes, fitting his knot into Killian’s tight hole over and over. He pounded into Killian because he knew nothing else; just the sweet omega beneath him, begging for his cock and cum.
“Mine,” Crush snarled, biting Killian so he couldn’t escape. Killian thrashed, growing wetter around him. Tighter.
The harder Crush thrust into him, the louder Killian grew. Then he came all over Crush’s cock, the scent of his cum filling the air.
Crush panted, grinding his knot against Killian’s prostate. He gave in completely to his wolf, fucking in like an animal, holding Killian down even as Killian struggled to raise his ass. Killian spread his legs so wide, it was an invitation to devour him.
“All mine. So sensitive for me,” Crush growled in his ear. He bit down harder on Killian’s neck and buried himself as deep as he could. This would be a load that bred Killian; Crush could feel it in his balls.
“Alpha,” Killian whined, reaching between them to spread his cheeks. “Breed me.”
It was too much. Crush came with a roar, his knot swelling to its full size. He rolled it ruthlessly against Killian’s prostate; Killian screamed, shaking violently as he came again.
“That’s it, come for me,” Crush rasped. “Come again.”
He rolled his hips, shoving his knot against Killian’s sweet spot. Killian writhed beneath him.
“Mine,” Crush said. His instincts sang, We mated him. Another pup.
He came for a long time, pulse after pulse of cum shooting deep into Killian’s body. When he smoothed his hand over Killian’s belly, he found it bulging a little—from his cock and knot, and from the sheer volume of his cum. So fucking hot.
While he still had Killian beneath him, he closed his mouth over the omega’s neck, sucking a lovebite into his skin. Marking him.
Then he sucked a matching mark on the other side of Killian’s neck, so there was no way Killian could hide it.
Mine.
Crush’s wolf was so happy, it wanted to howl.
As they lay panting on the table, Crush slipped his hand between Killian’s legs, touching his wet, exhausted cock. He dipped his fingers behind Killian’s sac and found where they were joined, tracing Killian’s stretched rim. Killian made a soft sound.
“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart,” Crush murmured. “It’s like you were made for me.”
Killian’s ears turned pink. “Fuck. That was so good.”
“I couldn’t tell,” Crush said dryly.
Killian elbowed him.
“Oof!”
Crush grinned though, pulling Killian snug against his chest. For a long while, they just breathed together. Then Crush scooped Killian off the table and sat back down, rearranging their clothes as best as he could.
“What was that about, bunny? I thought your heat was over; I came inside you twice. Pretty sure you conceived a pup then. Why did you go into heat again?”
When Killian didn’t reply, Crush pressed a little further.
“Does this have anything to do with your mythical heat thing?”