Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
GLENN
Everything changes in that moment. My cock stiffens even more as my body is fully enveloped in an awareness of him. My omega.
His breathing intensifies, and he arches toward me.
“I can smell you,” I growl. “Your heat.”
“This is terrible. So fucking terrible. And not professional at all.”
He arches his hips up and groans.
“Tell me what you need. Say it.”
He hesitates, struggling. He doesn’t want to give in, but he does. He cracks right down the middle.
“I need it. You. Please,” he whispers.
My hands reach out, pulling him toward me.
In the distance, I hear the Howlers, the booming thunder droning out their calls—feral, desperate—as I spin Arbor’s body around and drag my lips up his neck.
He cocks his head, giving me better access as I reach up and rip the shirt off him.
He moans, the fabric biting at his flesh as it tears down the middle. His skin is vibrating, warm, pulsing with need. My fingers drag down his chest and abdomen, cupping his hard cock.
I squeeze it, and he pushes his hips into my touch.
“You want my knot?” I ask, and he nods quickly, one of his hands reaching behind me, cupping the back of my neck and keeping me against his skin.
“I want it. I need it. Alpha. Please.”
My fingers slide down the loose-fitting pants he’s wearing, and they fall to a puddle on the floor, leaving him gloriously naked for me.
So fucking pretty, I think as I take in his shimmering skin, the way he almost seems to glow.
“You don’t want to want it, though, do you?”
“No, but fuck. Will you take care of me through it?”
“Mm, yes, but tell me this first.” I drag my nose up his neck, and he whimpers.
“What are you?” I ask as I inhale deeply, the vanilla and amber mixing to create a heady scent.
I smelled it all fucking day, but now it’s almost too potent.
It’s doing things to my pheromones, making me more wolf than man.
“I’m yours,” he moans as I stroke his hard length roughly, his soft, needy mewls making my dick strain to push inside of him. I unbuckle my tool belt and kick off my pants, then rut against his wet crack, the sound of it causing my bare cock to pulse against his warm skin.
And when he arches forward slightly, I enter him easily, his hole contracting around me as I glide home. He cries out as my hips slam against his ass, and I feel his cock pulse in my hand, cum streaming down my fingers and onto the floor.
His head falls back against my shoulder as I breathe him in, my mouth sucking on his pulse point. It’s hammering, a steady beat.
“So needy,” I murmur as I arch my hips back and slam into him again. His body shudders as I ram home once more, our balls slapping against each other, his fingers curling painfully into the nape of my neck.
“More,” he moans. “More, please, Alpha.”
I bend my knees and fuck into him, taking that greedy, wet hole until he comes again, spilling over my hand once more. The scent of his cum mixed with his slick is making my entire body quiver, my eyes shutting as I just experience it.
Arbor is fucking magic, I think as I continue to piston my dick in and out of him.
He moans, holding on to the back of my neck like it’s a lifeline.
I can feel his hole contracting around me, a steady thrum that heightens my orgasm.
It barrels through me, my cum exploding from my tip and spilling into him.
I shove deeper, making him cry out, my knot expanding as my lips pull off his skin.
There’s a mark there, not a bite, but still something to show the world who he belongs to.
He sags against me, his legs shaking. He’s impaled on me, completely at my mercy.
“How do you feel?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Much better.” His hand leaves the nape of my neck and then links with mine. We just stand there, the storm raging outside, thunder and lightning making the lights flicker on and off, my generator obviously taking a beating.
“I can’t believe this happened here,” he tells me, and I squeeze his hands softly.
“I don’t mind it.”
“I’m in your house, though. You’re my employee.”
“I’m Timberwood’s employee. You just happen to be slightly above me.”
He huffs and turns his head, his lips so fucking close to my own.
“I’m still your boss.”
“I haven’t forgotten. But while you’re in heat, you’re my omega and I’m your alpha.”
“The one time I let you take me.” I let out a small laugh, and his eyebrows meet. “What? What’s so funny?”
“I think you should let me take you more often. Stop fighting it so much and just let yourself live.”
His lips purse, and he tries to take his hand from mine, but I hold on tighter, shifting my knot further inside of him and making him whine.
“It’s okay to be an omega. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“No. I have to fight because it makes me weak.”
I bite down on his ear, making him moan.
“What an interesting way to look at it. Because omegas drive alphas to the edge of control, so if anything, that makes you the one with the advantage.”
“It doesn’t feel like it, though. I’m so fucking needy when I’m like this, vulnerable.”
“We need you as much as you need us. We’re just as weak in these moments.”
“Weak for each other?” he asks, his head turning slightly, our mouths once more just inches apart.
My eyes trace those wet, pink lips, and I lean forward slightly.
They brush tenderly against his, and his eyelashes flutter shut.
“Yes. You make me weak.”
And then I kiss him. My lips hit his, warm and lush, and within seconds, I’m pushing my tongue into his mouth to taste him. He groans, breathing deeply as I suck on his tongue, his heady mewls making my knot no closer to subsiding. It only seems to grow larger.
Not that Arbor is complaining about it. He’s kissing me back frantically, all tongue and teeth, as he tries to get even closer to me. And I feel the same way. My hand slips into his hair, and my fingers curl tightly, arching his head slightly for a better angle.
His throat bobs as he fucks against my knot, writhing against it. He’s on his tiptoes, his body straining as he moves, but he wants it badly enough to try.
I hold him up with an arm around his waist, licking into each part of his mouth, tasting chocolate and a hint of apricot.
Fucking delicious. Every part of him—his ass, his cock, his tongue.
When he suggested opening a window to dispel the scent of him, I bit my cheek. I had no desire to filter any part of him into the outside world. If it were up to me, I’d bottle up his scent and keep it.
His movements grow more frantic, and my knot starts to throb.
“Arbor,” I grunt, pulling my mouth away from his, only to have him chase my lips, capturing me in a kiss once more.
I’m unable to do anything but give him what he wants. And what he wants is to pull another orgasm from my knot, something that rarely happens. Something I’ve never experienced. It harkens back to the time when men could get pregnant, when the knot contained the seed for male-male conception.
I’m deep enough, can almost feel my cock in his abdomen.
But biologically, I know he can’t get pregnant.
But it seems he wants me to try anyway. My knot keeps him impaled on me, but he still rides it, the bottom half sliding in and out of his hole as he slaps his ass against me.
His mouth doesn’t leave mine, all spit and teeth as his moans slip down my throat.
My hand tightens in his hair, my other still around his waist, and when he slams down against me, my cock explodes for a second time, the orgasm almost painful. My knot contracts and tightens, the huge gush of cum pulsing out of me.
“Fuck!” I grunt, my lips ripping away from his, Arbor crying out from how tightly I’m holding his hair. But the orgasm only extends, and I’m unable to loosen my grip on him.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, my entire body tightening until I feel like I can’t breathe.
And then suddenly it’s over, and I’m trembling so hard I know he can feel it.
My fingers loosen. Arbor reaches up and tenderly rubs his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide.
I sag against him. “Fucking gods. What did you do to me?”
“I don’t know. But it felt right.”
I meet his stare and nuzzle up against him, marking him with my scent, right on the spot where I left a purple mark.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only for a moment, but I didn’t mind. I came again, so it wasn’t that bad.”
My arm loosens around his waist, and I feel his wet cock, still dripping with release.
“Seems so.”
He lets out a small laugh, another roll of thunder moving overhead.
“Will this fucking storm ever end?”
I shrug, playing with his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.
“Maybe it’ll keep you here longer. You gonna run again?”
He huffs but says nothing.
“Not gonna answer?”
“Do I need to?”
I press my lips to that bruise on his skin and sigh. “Guess not. But I do want to get to know my omega while I have you.”
He bristles at that, but seems to tamp it down.
“Does that mean I get to know about you, too?” he asks.
“If you want. Might put you to sleep.”
He lets out a small laugh. “It might, actually.”
I pinch him slightly. “I mean it. I’m an open book. A textbook. Boring as fuck. But I think you have secrets, Arbor, and I’m intrigued. I want to know them.”
“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you.”
I drag my tongue up his neck and nibble on his ear, all the while still inside him. He’s warm, tight. I never want to leave. But eventually my knot goes down enough for me to slip out of him.
My cum drips down his thighs, making a mess of his legs, of the floor.
He looks embarrassed, but I don’t let him think about it too hard.
I just sweep him up in my arms and bring him into the bedroom.
Gingerly, I set him on the bed, and he crawls under the covers, his blond head peeking out with those pink cheeks.
Fucking adorable.
“Get comfortable. I’ll grab us some water.”