Chapter 11
FREY
I put Oliver on his feet in my shower and knelt. First, I mouthed his soft cock. He gazed down at me with wonder as I sucked and licked it clean. I kissed his small, hairless balls and nuzzled the birthmarks in the crease between his thigh and groin.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
He shuffled around and placed his hands on the tiles, looking at me under his arm.
I palmed his ass.
He was impeccable all over. His smooth skin, the soft, pale hair, the curve of his lower spine, and those perfect half circles under his ass cheeks. Gorgeous.
I pressed his ass cheeks apart and took a good look at his hole.
He’d been a virgin only an hour ago. I’d just taken this boy’s innocence.
Nobody had ever touched him. Nobody had ever kissed him. Just me.
The pink star was swollen, glistening with wetness and traces of my cum.
Closing my eyes, I kissed it.
My mate. Beautiful.
Yeah, Oliver saw through me. The alpha in me loved that he’d never been touched by anyone else. I might feel guilty about that later, but right now, with the scent of his heat in my system? I was on top of the world, the king of the universe.
His scent and taste were nothing short of divine. How had I ever thought Oliver used some artificial perfume? It was all him. Butter, cookies, and exotic flowers. I licked into his softened hole, tasting my cum diluted in his slick, and I groaned into his flesh.
He cried out.
“What are you…? Oh God!”
Nobody had ever touched him. This perfect, otherworldly beautiful being was all mine . He’d been mine since forever, and he forever would be.
I pushed my tongue into his body, staking my claim on him in yet another way.
I’d been such a brute, fucking and knotting him right by my entry door. But I would make it up to him.
I licked and kissed, making love to his opening, and Oliver melted against me, pushing his ass out and letting me support his weight with my hands on his thighs. He all but sat on my face, and I gratefully held him.
Rolling his hips, he urged me to keep going. I swallowed everything. The slick from his orgasms, my cum, and the fresh juices he leaked as he became aroused anew.
“Frey… I’m going to… I’m… Oh God. Don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop!”
His hole gushed right into my mouth, the rim fluttering around my tongue. Oliver’s cries ricocheted around my bathroom.
And I felt so fucking proud.
Five times and counting.
Was I as vain as to keep score of my mate’s orgasms? Yup. I was going to make up for lost time. He said I owed him, so I was going to pay up with interest.
I kissed along his spine as he panted against the tiles.
“Frey…”
I pressed my body against his, nestling my half-hard cock in the groove of his lower back. I didn’t need to get off between waves, but the feeling of his soft skin on my sensitive bits was heavenly.
“I loved it when you called me Teddy,” I told him.
He slowly turned around, glancing up at me with glassy, sex-drunk eyes.
“I’ll call you whatever you want if you do that to me again.”
“You liked having your hole licked, hm?”
Nibbling on his lower lip, he nodded.
I kissed the tip of his freckled nose. “I can do that to you every fucking day.”
“Deal.”
Oliver laid his cheek on my chest as I put the water to the right temperature. It must have been after three in the morning, and now that I’d made him come again, he seemed to be falling asleep standing up.
“I like calling you Teddy,” he murmured, slurring his words. “It feels like you’re more mine.”
“Good. Because I am.”
He blinked up at me, smiling drowsily.
I rinsed his body, dried him, and hoisted him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck with a sigh.
“Where are you carrying me now, my Teddy?”
“To bed.”
“That’s boring. You haven’t yet fucked me over the bar counter.”
I chuckled. “Tomorrow. Now you’re going to sleep. You’re in heat, remember?”
“Mmhmm. I know. You’re going to fuck me again and again, and you’ll get me pregnant.”
Oh boy.
My thoughts short-circuited, and I almost stumbled with him in my arms.
Oliver pregnant. With my cub.
Unaware of what his casual statement did to me, Oliver rubbed his cheek against my shoulder. “Breeding is supposed to feel amazing.”
“I’ve heard about that,” I choked out.
I lowered him onto the sheets and spooned him before tugging the blanket over us. Oliver shifted closer, pushing his ass into my lap, and I wrapped my arm around him.
I’ll breed him soon.
“I’m so sleepy,” he murmured.
“Good. You need rest.”
“Don’t go anywhere. I need you .”
I kissed his nape and slid my palm over his hip to his soft underbelly. “I need you too, baby.”
When I closed my eyes, I still saw him—the curve of his throat as he threw his head back, his pink nipples, the glow of his honey-and-copper hair, his pale lashes quivering, his parted lips forming an O as he came on my cock…
Oliver was my mate, and I was going to get him pregnant.
My cock gave a hopeful throb.
Scary, difficult things lurked in the back of my mind, threatening to ruin my bliss. We’d have to tell Oliver’s parents, and with how protective Chickie was of his youngest son… Would I lose his trust and friendship?
I knew I didn’t deserve Oliver, but I’d claimed him anyway. Against a damned wall. I hoped like hell Chickie would never find out about that particular detail.
Yet my alpha insisted none of that mattered.
Oliver slept in my arms, naked and smelling of heat, and I drank him in with my entire soul.
With my palms on his skin, I soaked up his warmth.
I listened to his breaths, and I watched his chest rise and fall.
I inhaled his scent, for once not trying to avoid it.
I drew it into my lungs greedily as if it could sustain me.
My mate was here, and he was impeccable. Everything made perfect sense now—why it had been so hard to avoid him and purge him from my memory. I hadn’t wanted to date and look for some omega who could turn out to be the one because, in some hidden alcove in my mind, I’d known I belonged to Oliver.
I’d spent ages trying not to look at him too closely, as if I could have unseen his beauty. Now, I couldn’t get enough.
I mapped out the pale freckles on the bridge of his nose, counted the golden eyelashes, and marveled at the seductive curve of his upper lip. I couldn’t wait to kiss him again.
When he stirred in the early hours of the morning, I was hard for him, my balls swollen and dick aching like I hadn’t come in days. He looped his arms around my neck and kissed my beard, searching for my lips unseeingly. I nipped at his flawless upper lip, and he smiled.
“Teddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want to make love again.”
The soft words, spoken in his low, sleep-muffled voice, made raw joy explode in my chest. And he called me Teddy.
I could smell the heat wave approaching. I rolled on top of him and took the scenic route down his body. I kissed his collarbones and nuzzled his chest, suckled on his little pink nipples, pressed open-mouthed kisses down his sternum. His body was changing for me, his pecs visibly enlarged.
He looked… ripe .
Heaven help me. I wanted to worship him and devour him at the same time.
I licked the curve below his belly button, the cushion of his underbelly like a magnet that pulled on my entire being. I grazed it with my teeth. Hidden in there was the sacred place, his womb, opening up. I couldn’t focus on that, or I’d grow a knot before I even got inside him.
“Teddy, please. Want you.”
His scent intensified, the heat wave getting stronger. Oliver spread his legs and grabbed them under his knees, unselfconsciously offering himself to me.
I could just line up and shove it in. But I’d botched his first time, and I wanted to make it up to him. I kissed the underside of his cock, then nuzzled his taint. The perfume of his fresh slick made my dick throb. When I licked over his opening, Oliver sighed.
“I love it when you kiss me there.”
And I’d vowed to him I would do it every day. It would be the easiest promise to fulfill.
Palming his ass cheeks, I opened my mouth over his hole. I wrapped my lips around his swollen rim and sucked on it while pushing my tongue into him.
He moaned rhythmically, louder and faster, the sounds growing in pitch.
I swirled my tongue inside him and sucked harder, feeling his tremors vibrate into me.
His moans crested, and he came on a piercing wail.
His pulsating hole let out a jet of fresh slick, and I gulped it down. Orgasm number six .
The essence of Oliver’s heat could be used as a weapon, turning the most gruesome battles into senseless orgies.
My knot tingled, and my balls felt swollen, ready to burst. I couldn’t wait much longer.
I rose above him and admired his spread-out body. He held his legs folded to his chest, and his slick hole pouted, blooming dark pink between his pale ass cheeks.
He looked so needy and helpless waiting for me. Parted lips, flushed cheeks, glassy eyes.
“Teddy…”
I rubbed my cock over his slack rim, spreading slick around, and he gazed up at me, his eyebrows scrunched together.
“Teddy, I’m so empty. Can you breed me? Can we…?”
My cockhead snagged on his rim. He couldn’t say stuff like that to me when I was doing my damnedest to control myself!
“Fucking hell, Oliver…”
I slipped inside his slick warmth, and we both groaned.
“Breed me,” he repeated. He looked drunk.
Jaw clenched, every muscle in my body tense, I paused with only my cockhead inside his warmth.
Slow down, you greedy fucker. He was a virgin. And you took him against the wall like a brute. Don’t even think about breeding him so soon!
I inched forward, my thick girth stretching his opening into an unnaturally large circle. Oliver only moaned with pleasure.
More than half of me was in him. I knew he could take me whole—he’d taken my knot. But it seemed impossible. Incredible.
“Need you deeper. More…”