Chapter Sixteen
Greg
We ended up in Oswald’s room, landing on the bed so hard the mattress landed on the floor, where we just stayed.
I had no desire to get up and rearrange it, and fortunately, my mate didn’t seem to either.
Instead, we put our attention to more important things like ripping our clothes off to get naked as quickly as possible.
“My bear has been saying you are our mate since we met you,” I gasped between kisses.
“My fox also, but I didn’t think you felt that way. Or we’d have gotten here a lot sooner.”
“I can’t call it a waste of time because I have loved every minute of getting to know you, but I’m very glad to find ourselves here now.” His skin was rough silk under my hands as I explored what I had only seen momentarily when shifting. “But let’s not wait again.”
“No. I want…I want…”
“What do you want, omega mine?”
“Everything. It’s too hard to think when you’re touching me like—that.” He bucked his hips, and I tightened my grip on his cock, giving a squeeze.
“Good because what I have in mind for the rest of our night doesn’t involve any thinking at all.
” I rolled my palm over the head, smearing the droplet of precum and sending his scent into the air.
Bending, I took him in my mouth, desperate to be inside him but also to taste him.
And as I licked circles, learning the feel of him against my teeth and tongue, I didn’t regret my choice.
Oswald’s hands gripped my hair, blunt nails scratching my scalp as he groaned his pleasure and urged me on.
Into my throat, relaxing my gag reflex, deep as I possibly could while gliding fingers back to circle his hole, test his slick. So ready for me. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking, licking, scraping my teeth gently over his skin.
While he moaned, I eased my forefinger into him, testing more, playing, upping the sensations as he confirmed with a sharp gasp.
My own cock rubbed against the sheets, making me shiver while deep throating my mate, moving faster and faster, getting the first hot spurt in my throat right before he poured his essence into me.
I swallowed it all, licking the last bit from the tip before fitting my arms under his knees and spreading him wide, vulnerable, open for me.
“Yes, alpha please,” he begged. “I need you.”
“I need you more, omega.” I brought my cock to his hole, unable to use my hands while they were supporting his legs, but with one sharp push, I was inside, halfway, backing out, and then all the way.
Balls deep. Already so hard, so hot for him, his scent a drug that drove me to fill him over and over.
My mate, mine, for the rest of my life. There was nothing sexier than that.
Nothing that could make me harder and more desperate to mark him so nobody would ever doubt he was mine.
So he would see that mark every time he looked in a mirror.
To know that Fate chose us for one another.
He was a hot glove around my driving cock, slick but tight and thrashing underneath me.
His knees to his chest were the only thing keeping him somewhat stable, but his eyes were closed, breaths sharp, and just as my balls tightened, my mate cried out and came again, splashing both our bellies with cum.
Even if I hadn’t been close, that would have sent me, seeing him cum with just a little friction between us.
Hot cum boiled out of my balls and into my mate’s body, triggering my knot.
It swelled, binding us together, creating a seal that held my cum inside him as it was intended to do.
Releasing his knees, I gathered him close to me and sank my teeth into his shoulder, coppery fluid filling my mouth before I released him and lapped the wound closed.
Hanging over him panting, I didn’t see it coming until the sharp pain in my shoulder told me this omega marked me in return. I’d never been so proud.
I held him close until my knot deflated, allowing us to shift into a more natural position for sleep. My mate, my omega, my gift from Fate and the Goddess. My companion for the rest of my life. My love.