Kieran #4
I didn’t think I could take any more of his unguarded affirmations about his obsession and love for me without losing my mind, so I leaned forward and captured his lips as I popped the head of my cock into him, groaning into his mouth at the intense sensation.
He sank down onto my throbbing dick, his tight channel easing around my thickness perfectly, like that part of his body had been created with the sole purpose of fitting me inside.
Tipping his head back as I bottomed out, he let out a shameless moan, loud and raw with need, exposing the line of his neck.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I knew he didn’t want me to, anyway.
He rolled his hips on me, letting out a delighted gasp when I gripped his ass, pulling him down to meet each of my hard, quick thrusts.
His head lolled forward again, and his gaze locked with mine, the beautiful blue of his irises barely visible with how blown out his pupils had become.
His hands gripped onto my shoulders for balance as I rocked into him, fervently grinding into his prostate, because I wanted to give him what he’d asked for.
I wanted to watch him fall apart on my cock, then feel him unraveling again when I sank my teeth into him.
I watched his lips fall open as his gasps and moans intensified, and knew I’d succeeded.
“I’m coming,” he mumbled out, his fingers digging into my flesh before I felt the first hot spurt of his cum splash out onto my abs.
Moaning at the way his ass rippled around me with his orgasm, I dragged my eyes down from his gorgeous face to his cock, licking my lips as I watched it spray out another thick pulse onto me.
Remembering how he’d specifically wanted me to build up a huge load to flood his ass with, I made a silent apology to whoever would be in charge of cleaning the carpet in there. Because I already felt like I had a gallon of cum in my balls, waiting to be forced out by my knot and expelled into him.
“Fuck, Angel. My perfect, pretty omega.” My voice was shaky as I praised him, the last few droplets of his cum finally oozing out of his tip before he collapsed against my chest, hugging my neck tightly.
“I’ve loved you forever,” I gasped out, unsure where the words had come from or what part of me had allowed them to tumble out.
But as always, I knew he would never judge me or make me feel stupid for saying them.
“Me too,” he answered, his voice sounding as soft and sweet as a cloud to me, filling me with bursts of light. “You’re my everything.”
When I moved to his neck, pressing my lips onto his omega gland, he clutched me tighter, but leaned his head back to give me access. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his body against me so there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
For just a moment, my nerves ramped up to a high panic state as I sucked and licked that fragrant little spot, like I was prepping it for my teeth.
But the feeling of his body writhing against mine, his still-hard dick rubbing against my slippery abs, grounded me back down to the earth.
I didn’t know if I should warn him before I bit down, but my throat suddenly felt so raw and hot that I didn’t think I could, anyway.
My canines pierced his skin with almost no resistance, like a heated knife stabbed into butter. But the moment his blood rushed up from the wound, mixing with the saliva I’d dripped onto him, every cell in both our bodies went haywire.
He let out a choked, strangled moan before crying out my name.
An orgasm slammed into me, my balls drawing up so tight to my body it was almost painful.
His ass clenched and pulsed, squeezing my cock like a fist, and I felt more of his cum shoot out between our bodies as he squirmed in my lap.
I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking and thrusting into him, using his tight little channel to milk my cock, throwing me up into new heights of pleasure.
I felt overwhelmed, but exalted. Like I’d been purified by his blood on my tongue and his cum on my stomach.
He was a divine being, something other mortals would never truly know and understand, even as they worshiped him from afar.
But out of everyone else on Earth, I’d somehow been chosen as his equal.
But then I remembered the god that I was imagining on an altar was a spoiled brat who liked to hide my truck keys to keep me from leaving the house and left wet towels on the bathroom floor when he was in a hurry.
But he was my spoiled brat now. Officially. Mind, body, and soul, every part of him belonged to me, and every part of me belonged to him.
My knot throbbed relentlessly, shooting out jet after jet of my cum, bathing his inner walls.
Each new wave was more intense than the last, until my eyes were rolling back and my toes were curling.
Jordy let out hoarse little moans, pecking frantic kisses on my neck and jaw and temple, murmuring about how much he adored me, what an amazing alpha I was, and how perfectly my knot filled him up.
Some time passed while my mind swam with erotic thoughts of him and our future together, my body buzzing with so much sensation I could hardly stand it, my arms wrapped around and holding him to me so tightly I imagined that if someone walked in they wouldn’t know where his body ended and mine started.
When my knot finally started to deflate, the mind-numbing pleasure tapering down to a point I could actually collect my thoughts, I realized he was totally limp in my arms. Probably exhausted.
My bite on his neck was fresh and bright and made my heart flutter with happiness, but it was still bleeding a little.
I’d made sure to lick it thoroughly, so much it probably felt raw and numb for him, but it hadn’t fully healed over yet, which I was pretty sure was odd.
Carefully shifting him in my lap so I could lean him back and look into his face, he stared up at me with hooded eyes, like he couldn’t keep his eyelids up.
“Jordy? Are you okay, Angel?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together. He looked satisfied and sleepy, and in a way I felt a tinge of pride for having put him in that state, but at the same time something felt… off.
“I’m okay,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. “I’m just kinda thirsty. And maybe a tiny bit dizzy.”
“Thirsty?” I repeated, but the barely-there slur in his voice alerted me.
I’d only seen it happen once or twice ever, and he’d been a lot younger then, but I remembered the times he’d missed a dose of insulin, or his blood sugar had spiked up for whatever reason.
“When’s the last time you had an insulin shot? ”
“I took one this morning, but we didn’t get a chance to eat lunch yet. And we’ve been here awhile,” he added.
Goddamn it. I should have considered that, but so much had happened since we’d arrived, it hadn’t even occurred to me.
Not only was he late taking his mid-day shot and eating lunch, but with the stress of everything that had happened…
The adrenaline from Andrew’s attack had probably ramped up his blood sugar.
And that would explain why his mate mark wasn’t healing up right either.
I ran my tongue over it one more time to lap up the new crimson droplets, and he shivered and sighed. Maybe it wasn’t numb after all.
“Do you have your insulin with you?”
“It’s in the truck, in my overnight bag.”
“Okay,” I answered, relieved. “We’ll get it. I’ll get you taken care of, Angel. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” he informed me lightly. “I know you’ll take care of me, Kieran. You’re my mate.”
The way he said it was full of affection and happiness, but there was also that self-satisfied little twinge of I told you so. Well, I deserved that, anyway. I could let him have his little moment of smug superiority. Since I’d fought him every step of the fucking way.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, gingerly lifting him off me. He gave a light whimper as I pulled out, all the seed from my knot and before that rushing out from his hot little body. “I know. You were right about everything.”
I didn’t miss his sleepy little smirk as I carefully set him up against a shelf and rose to my feet.
He looked more beautiful than ever to me, which I would never have thought possible until now.
But I knew the dreamy, honeymoon-like perception of each other was normal after completing a mating ritual.
“Exactly. So when are you going to start actually listening to me?” He wondered, as I scoured the shelves for something I could use to clean us up.
“Today,” I promised, as I found a pack of baby wipes next to a bunch of paint supplies.
He scoffed as I wiped various bodily fluids off myself, and then knelt down to do it to him.
I would have preferred a different kind of cleanup, if we’d been lounging in a comfy hotel bed like I’d originally planned.
But like I’d been assured by Barbie, my mate bond with Jordy had brought an odd sense of calm and acceptance along with it, and I wasn’t despairing how it had happened anymore.
The only thing keeping me on edge at the moment was getting his glucose levels under control, though I could tell we weren’t in a state of emergency yet.
Once I could grab his little travel cooler out of the truck, he’d be totally fine.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he teased. Raising my eyebrow, I gripped his chin and pressed a hard kiss to his pretty mouth before pulling my clothes back on.
Once I’d helped him back into his, I carefully lifted him up, one arm supporting his back, and the other supporting him by the back of his knees.
He was small and light, but it was the most precious weight I’d ever carried in my arms. He let out a soft little sigh, wriggling into a more comfortable position in my grip, nuzzling his cheek into my chest as I exited the closet and tossed the wipes into the trash can in the conference room.
We weren’t exactly clean but at least we probably wouldn’t reek of cum until we could get showers.
As we made our way out of that room too, I considered what could have happened while we’d been mating.
Andrew was probably already gone, being tended to by medical personnel, but what about his mom?
And the police? Well, all of those explanations could wait until I got Jordy’s meds into him and maybe some food.
I wasn’t worried about anything but him.
But as we approached the scene, where there were a few people milling around, I froze in my tracks and almost choked, nearly fumbling Jordy onto the floor as my muscles seized.