9. Binnie
Binnie laid on his bed, fingers threaded behind his head, hair dry but still messy from his shower. He probably should have tried to comb it into submission but he had too much on his mind.
He and San had parted ways to shower away the sex smell and “cool off.” San said he didn’t want them making any rash decisions all because they got caught up in the pheromones of their pack.
Binnie understood San’s logic—he did—but his disappointment lingered. If San hesitated for himself, Binnie could totally understand it, but the truth was, San was holding off for him. Because he didn’t think he’d done enough to “earn” Binnie. He had no idea where he’d gotten this notion that Binnie needed all of these old-fashioned gestures, but he was digging his heels in, and if San was anything, it was stubborn.
Logically, he knew that, in the grand scheme of things, he and San had spent very little time together. Before they’d met, Binnie would have laughed if anyone had told him he’d be head over heels for another alpha just weeks after meeting him. He’d never really considered himself an impulsive guy. Sure, his flavor of kink was a little niche and that often led to some risky one-night stands, but he wasn’t usually one to make life-altering choices without first weighing the outcomes.
But San was the exception. Binnie didn’t know if it was fate, kismet, biology, God, or the universe, but something had led the eight of them to each other and someone had made San just for Binnie. He knew that deep down in his soul. When it came to San, Binnie had no hesitation. He was all in. Hearing San talk about babies…their potential babies…had made him feel almost feral. He’d never been one to top, but if it meant breeding his mate, he’d do it until it took.
Fuck, he was just getting himself worked up again.
There was a soft knock on his door, then San popped his head in. He looked daisy fresh, cheeks pink and hair flowing over his broad shoulders. He looked as ethereal as always, in flowy black pants, a white tank top, and a slouchy gray cardigan that looked like something Binnie’s grandfather might have worn at their lake house. He looked cozy and he smelled like a forest and Binnie was already half-hard from his own dirty thoughts.
San gave him an almost shy smile, hesitating for only a moment or so before he climbed onto the bed to sprawl on top of Binnie, burying his nose in his neck and burrowing his hands under Binnie’s shoulders. His arms closed around him on instinct, eyelids floating shut. This was nice. This was good. Binnie would be content with just this, forever if necessary.
“Are you mad at me?” San asked, voice muffled against his skin.
“Do I smell mad at you?” Binnie countered, frowning.
San shook his head. “No.”
Binnie chuckled softly. “Then why would you even ask?”
San shifted so his thigh was pressed against Binnie’s semi-hard cock. “This,” he said.
“You can’t lie on top of me with your nose all in my scent gland and not expect me to be hard. Have you seen you?” Binnie teased.
“This was here before I arrived so don’t blame me,” San countered, nuzzling deeper.
Binnie pressed himself into the hard muscle of San’s thigh, electricity sparking along his spine at the friction. “I assure you, you’re still to blame for this and every other hard-on I’ve sported since we met. Take responsibility.”
San flexed his thigh, pulling a groan from him, desire pulsing through him as San licked over his scent gland then sucked at the spot. “So needy.”
“You have no idea,” Binnie managed, breathless, rocking himself against San’s thigh shamelessly.
Heat throbbed through him as San dragged his teeth over the spot where a mating mark would go, biting down until Binnie gasped, his hand shooting to the back of San’s head to hold him there. San kitten licked over the indentations he left.
“Tease,” Binnie muttered.
San pulled back, searching his face. “You know it’s not that I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t want to…” Binnie prompted, too horny for any conversation that required more than him begging.
San’s elegant fingers stroked his cheek. “Didn’t want to claim you. I do. I want us…to claim each other.”
Binnie’s heart rate shot up so fast it had his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. “Oh?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
“Mm,” San said, his gaze dropping to Binnie’s lips. “Just not like that. Not the first time.”
Binnie nodded, unable to keep the disappointment from his tone. “I get it.”
San rocked upwards until he hovered over Binnie, his forearms braced on either side of his head. Binnie’s insides shook as San looked at him like he was something…precious, something loved. It was almost too much.
But then San’s expression changed, morphing into something darker, hungrier. Binnie’s heart tripped as he dipped his head, wet tongue sliding along the seam of his lips. The blood in his head rushed south so fast it made him dizzy. The way San looked at him made him ache.
Binnie swallowed loudly, his hands spasming on San’s waist as he took Binnie’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucked at it. When San pulled away, his pupils were blown and his breaths seemed equally shaky. “I’m allowed to be selfish with you, right, puppy?”
Another shock of electricity shot through his core at the name. Binnie gave a jerky nod, transfixed. “You can be anything you want with me.”
San’s thumb dragged across his chin. “Because you’re mine, right?”
Binnie nodded. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
Binnie’s cock drooled at the hard edge in his tone.
“I’m yours.”
San’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You wanna play with me, puppy?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” San snapped.
“Yes, alpha.”
“You want me to claim you?”
Binnie’s heart tripped in his chest. “Yes, alpha.”
“Want me to bury my teeth right here…” San pressed into Binnie’s scent gland, right over the indentations he’d left. “...so everyone knows who you belong to?”
Binnie felt like one of those bobble-heads on people’s dashboards as he gave another jerky nod, voice full of need when he said, “Yes, please, alpha.”
San tugged his jaw down until his mouth was gaping. “You’re so perfect. My pretty little dumb puppy.” Binnie preened. “Stick out your tongue.”
Binnie didn’t hesitate. San worked his jaw, gathering his saliva before opening his own mouth. San’s spit dripped from the tip of his perfect tongue, landing on Binnie’s. Before he could swallow it, San gripped his tongue between thumb and forefinger, holding it in place.
“Swallow it,” San commanded, holding his tongue hostage. Binnie struggled to comply, but he managed. “Good puppy.”
Elation shot through him, his head growing deliciously fuzzy. He wanted to be good for San. No. He would be good for him. So good. The best. Whatever San wanted, Binnie would be it. Anything.
San released his tongue, then sat up, straddling Binnie’s hips, dragging him up with him. Binnie went to grab his waist but San slapped his hand. “Bad puppy. No touching.”
Binnie whined but put his hands down.
San’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. He tugged at the hem of Binnie’s t-shirt until he got the hint, pulling it over his head and then off. He tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the closet.
San shoved him back down, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looked his fill. Finally, he dragged his nails down Binnie’s chest, hard enough to leave trails of fire and red welts in his wake.
San leaned down, running his tongue from Binnie’s hip to his collarbone, following one of his marks. “You really do have the perfect body,” San observed.
Binnie didn’t dare speak, chest heaving. He’d never been so turned on in his life. He was just hanging there on San’s hook, willing to do anything for his alpha. Willing to let him do anything to him.
He yelped as San flicked his nipple. “Say, ‘thank you, alpha.’”
“Thank you, alpha,” Binnie echoed, voice raw.
“Such a disrespectful puppy,” San crooned, shifting his hips, dragging another pitiful whine from Binnie. “What’s wrong?” He rolled his hips, grinding his ass down on Binnie’s painfully hard cock. “Does it hurt?”
Binnie nodded, wincing. “Yes. Do it again, please.”
Binnie cried out as San viciously pinched his other nipple, then ground down on him again. “Are you telling me what to do now, puppy?”
“San…” Binnie whimpered.
San’s smile was almost sinister. “What did you call me?”
“Alpha,” he corrected, desperately bucking his hips up, taking San with him this time.
San shook his head. “Such a naughty puppy,” he teased.
“I need you,” Binnie mumbled before hastily remembering to add, “alpha.”
“Of course, you do,” San taunted. “Too dumb and horny to do it yourself, huh?”
Binnie nodded.
“Too bad,” San said. “I won’t be rushed.”
Binnie’s nipples ached and his cock throbbed where it was trapped between his stomach and San’s ass. It was agony. It was torture. It was perfect.
“Be good and let alpha play with you,” San simpered.
Jesus. He wasn’t going to survive this.
San lowered his head, twirling his wet tongue around Binnie’s still smarting nipple. Binnie groaned, then hissed when teeth replaced tongue, tugging painfully, scraping over the reddened flesh.
“Fuck,” he said between gritted teeth.
San flicked his gaze upward, teeth bared around the other stiff peak. He gave him a barely-there smile before he bit down hard, giving it the same rough treatment.
Binnie was going to die. San was on a mission to make him suffer. He bit and scratched at Binnie’s nipple, then soothed it with his tongue only to suck it into his mouth until pleasure morphed into pain.
Binnie was writhing beneath him, tears in his eyes. “Alpha, please.”
San blinked up at him innocently. “What? I’m only giving you what you asked for. You said you liked it when it hurt. You said you wanted me to be mean. It’s not my fault you have such a low pain tolerance.”
San licked over the swollen, reddened flesh, dragging a hiss from Binnie. San’s once silky tongue now burned like sandpaper. To add insult to injury, he blew on the tender spot, making it harden even more, goosebumps erupting around it.
Binnie raised his arms to touch San, to try to distract him. One sharp look had him returning his hands to his pillow.
“What’s wrong? Hmm? You were begging for it earlier,” San murmured. “Begging me to knot you in front of our whole pack like a needy fucking whore and now you’re practically in tears just from this? You should be embarrassed.”
“It’s not that…” Binnie started, miserable and horny, thoughts hazy.
“Then what is it?” San snapped. Binnie closed his mouth at San’s look of derision. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to say? Is puppy suddenly shy?”
Binnie nodded, his whole body flushing scarlet.
San hovered over him. “Words, puppy.”
Binnie could barely meet San’s eyes as he mumbled, “Yes, I-I’m shy.”
San bit back another smile, rising up just enough to kneel between Binnie’s legs. San hooked his fingers in his sweatpants and yanked them down roughly, his cock springing free and slapping loudly against his belly. San threw his pants over the side of the bed, looking him over, eyes greedy.
San licked his lips, then gently ran his palm along his length, wrapping his hand around him and stroking him slowly. Binnie couldn’t stop the way his back arched, pushing himself into San’s closed fist.
San gave him a sympathetic look. “Is this the problem, puppy? Hmm? Are you all worked up just from a little bit of pain? Such a dirty little slut.”
Binnie whined, pleasure pulsing through him with each stroke of San’s hand. He stroked his thumb over the head of his cock, gathering the precum on his finger. “Look how wet you are. If you were an omega, you’d be dripping for me, making a huge mess of our sheets.” He brought his thumb to his lips, sucking the fluid from his skin. “You taste good, though.”
“I’m sorry,” Binnie managed, not even sure what he was apologizing for but terrified he would say something and it would all stop. How was San so good at this? How did he know him so well?
“Sorry about what?” San asked, pinching the head of his cock until he cried out. “Are you sorry because this pretty cock is completely wasted on you? Hmm? Are you sorry because you don’t even know how to use it for anything other than jerking off while you think about me breeding you?”
Binnie whined, his cock oozing more precum. He was almost positive San could get him off with his words alone. He was shaking, adrenaline coursing through him like heroin. San continued to stroke him lazily, stopping only to dig his nail into his slit until he cried out.
Binnie blinked as San suddenly hovered over him. “Hi, puppy.”
“Hey,” Binnie said, licking his lips.
“You know we can stop anytime, right?” San asked, looking at Binnie with an openness that shook him.
“Yeah, I know. I-I like it. I love it, even. I love you,” he blurted.
San’s eyes went wide. “I—really?”
“Yes, was that even a question?”
This time, it was San who flushed. “So, you definitely still want it?”
“Want it?”
“Me to claim you? You haven’t changed your mind? I know my courtship presents are kind of lame?—”
Binnie lifted his head, capturing San’s mouth in a kiss, licking inside to suck the words from his tongue. “Don’t be stupid,” Binnie said against his lips. “I didn’t need any of that. Just you.”
San broke the kiss, pulling back to look at him. “So, that’s a yes?”
Binnie grinned. “That’s a hell yes.”
San returned his grin and, for a moment, they just stared at each other, smiling like idiots. But then San’s smile faded, his long fingers carding through Binnie’s hair. “Do you want me inside you when it happens?”
“I want you inside me all the time,” Binnie assured him. “Whether you claim me or not. I don’t know how much longer I can go without knowing what your knot feels like when it’s locked inside me.”
San snarled. “Keep saying shit like that, puppy, and I’m going to ruin you.”
Before Binnie could beg him to ruin him, San’s mouth was on him again, kissing him deep. Binnie got lost in it until their hips met, the thin fabric of San’s pants the only barrier between them. He groaned, the friction as painful as it was addicting, like poking a bruise or pressing your tongue against a cavity.
“Lube’s in the drawer,” Binnie said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the side table.
San grinned, then leaned over to rifle around, giving a happy little cry when he snagged the bottle. He dragged his mouth across his chest and belly, sucking marks anywhere he stopped. Binnie tangled his fingers in San’s hair, stopping his descent until he looked at him curiously.
“I can’t help but notice that I’m very naked and you’re fully dressed,” Binnie said. “Feels a little uneven.”
San sank his teeth into Binnie’s belly, just above his hip bone, biting down until he yelped. “You just lie there and do what you’re told like a good puppy. Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.”
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” San said.
“It’s not fair,” Binnie grumbled.
San snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hands and knees.”
“What?” Binnie asked, blinking at him stupidly.
“I want you on your hands and knees, puppy.” Once more, Binnie’s whole body grew hot, his cock twitching, precum drooling onto his belly. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to present for your alpha?”
“I’m not an omega,” Binnie said, mostly just to be a brat.
“No, you’re a slutty little puppy who doesn’t know how to use that giant cock of his. That’s why you’re going to get on all fours and arch your back for me. Show me exactly where you want me.”
Fuck, he loved this man so much.
He gave him one last nervous look, then rolled over, only staying on his hands long enough to get his knees beneath him before he collapsed onto the mattress, burying his face in the pillow.
San wasted no time palming over the globes of his ass, spreading him open, digging his nails into the meat there. Binnie released a shuddery breath, thighs shaking. Lips brushed each cheek, followed by sharp teeth. He fisted the sheets beneath him. How much longer did San intend to torture him?
Binnie tensed as a soft wet tongue did a broad sweep from his balls to his hole, once, then again. San gripped him tight, keeping him open so he could kitten lick around his rim until Binnie was biting down on the pillow to keep from begging. He needed San to fuck him. He needed his knot. Now.
San’s nimble tongue pressed against his hole. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” San said, rubbing his thumb over the muscle. “I thought for sure your pretty hole would be nice and loose for me, that you would have stuffed your fingers in there while you jerked off thinking about me in the shower.”
Binnie bit his tongue so he didn’t come on the spot but his dick bobbed painfully, flushing an angry red between his legs. “San…”
Binnie gasped as San’s hand cracked across his ass cheek. “That’s twice.”
Binnie gave a desperate whine. “Alpha…I was good. I didn’t touch myself. I wanted it to be you. I want your fingers. They’re so much longer than mine, they can go so much deeper. Please,” he begged. “I can’t take much more. Please,” he said, his plea catching on a sob.
“Okay, puppy,” San soothed. “Alpha’s got you.”
Binnie’s shoulders sagged into the mattress, relief flooding him. San had him. His alpha had him. He could just stop thinking about it now.