10. San
San was grateful Binnie’s face was buried in the pillow. At least the other alpha couldn’t see San’s hands shake as he quickly shed his clothing or the way he fumbled with the cap on the lube as he wet his fingers. It was silly that something like this could feel so heavy, so…overwhelming. But it did.
San loved this man so much it scared him and no amount of pheromones could choke out the happiness radiating off him. The room smelled like them, their own scents blending with the heavy scent of sex and it only added to the weight of the situation.
He took a shaky breath and let it out, then rubbed a hand over Binnie’s perfect ass. It was more to ground himself to what was happening than it was to reassure his mate. Still, he could feel Binnie practically vibrating with need. San was right there with him. Every breath was a struggle, his body desperate for some kind of relief, his cock hanging heavy as he got on his knees behind him once more.
“Ready?” he asked, feeling like he was talking more to himself than to Binnie.
“So ready. Please…”
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he circled his index finger around Binnie’s rim. He was so small right there. He wasn’t designed for this. He wasn’t meant to take San the way omegas were. But Binnie wanted it anyway. He’d even begged for it. Some twisted, possessive, arrogant part of San loved the idea of making him take it, of having him crying and whining on his knot.
Desire punched the air from his lungs, his own cock leaking as he contemplated Binnie clenching on his knot.
Binnie made a noise that was all complaint, snapping San out of his stupor. He bit down on his tongue as he pressed a finger inside. Holy fucking hell. It was exhilarating, better than San ever imagined. Binnie was so hot and tight inside, his body sucking him deeper, his hole greedy. He swallowed hard, heat building in his core as he fucked his finger in and out, transfixed, pressing in as deep as he could.
“Fuck, I can take another,” Binnie said, practically begging as he rocked back on San’s finger.
“You look so good like this, puppy, presenting for your alpha, begging to be filled up,” San said, barely able to get the words out.
“Yes, please…alpha.”
San nodded even though Binnie couldn’t see it, pulling out then pressing back in with two, punching them in and out a little harder, a little faster. Binnie was panting, arching into it, rocking back on his fingers like the needy little puppy he was. San was losing it. He reached down, giving his own neglected dick a few tugs just to stave off blowing his load from just fingering his mate.
The others would never let him live that down. Besides, he needed to be inside Binnie. He needed it like he needed food or air. The possessive, needy alpha lurking inside him wouldn’t rest until his knot was buried inside his mate. He craved Binnie, craved the idea of subjugating another alpha, bending him to his will.
And on top of that, San loved Binnie. The thought made his chest tight.
Binnie whined, a fine sheen of sweat coating his skin. “I’m ready. Just do it, alpha. Please. Fuck me. Breed me. Claim me.”
San growled, his nails digging into the meat of Binnie’s ass where he held him. Did he have any idea how hard it was to do this right? To slowly stretch him open and not just bully his cock into Binnie’s unyielding body and make him take it? He was fighting every instinct he had, his knot already starting to swell.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready,” he said, adding another finger.
Binnie groaned but continued fucking himself on San’s fingers like the good little puppy he was. San curled his fingers, dragging them along Binnie’s soft inner walls, searching.
Binnie’s whole body jumped, a pornographic moan erupting from his throat as San found that spot inside him.
“There we go,” he murmured, fucking in a little harder, a little deeper, making sure to graze that spot with every pass.
Binnie looked so good like this. Bent over and needy, whining for his alpha. Fuck, San wanted to keep him on his knot forever.
Binnie choked on a cry. “Please, alpha. I need more. I need your cock, your knot.”
San wanted to scold him for being overeager, but he was right there with him. He’d already played too much and now they were both suffering, both needy and desperate.
He pulled out and pressed back in with four fingers, marveling at the way Binnie’s body swallowed them up. He curled his fingers immediately, no longer teasing his prostate but abusing it, rubbing him from the inside while Binnie wailed, thighs shaking.
“Right there, puppy?” San teased. “Is that the spot?”
“San…alpha…you’re…you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop,” Binnie managed.
“Maybe I should let you come, get you all relaxed for me,” San said, pressing deeper just to hear the low moan that tore from deep in his chest.
“No. No. I want to come with your knot locked inside me and your teeth in my neck. Please, alpha. I’m good. I’m ready. Fuck. Please, San. I can’t take it anymore. Please…”
“Okay, puppy. Okay,” San soothed, easing his fingers out, watching Binnie’s greedy hole gape around nothing.
San licked his lower lip, eyes locked on Binnie as he grabbed the lube, biting back his own desperate sound as he slicked up his aching cock. He shuffled forward, positioning himself behind Binnie, elation making him feel almost high. He knew Binnie would feel like heaven.
He ran the head of his cock along his crease, watching with satisfaction as it caught on his still open hole. Binnie whined. He probably thought San was teasing him, but he was really trying to compose himself. He needed to make it good for him.
San couldn’t wait any longer. He lined up, then pressed in, barely getting the tip in before he was met with resistance, Binnie’s body fighting the intrusion. San groaned and Binnie whined, arching his back even more.
“Fuck,” Binnie said. “You’re so fucking huge.”
San soothed a hand over his back, pressing kisses along his spine, his shoulders, wherever he could reach, letting him adjust.
“I’m good,” Binnie said, looking back over his shoulder at him.
Jesus. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all San’s. He rocked his hips forward, testing the truth of Binnie’s words. But Binnie had clearly had enough. He shoved himself back on San’s cock, swallowing his length in one go. This time, it was San who gasped, as much from the tight wet heat around him as from the sight of his cock buried in Binnie’s body.
He pulled all the way out, fascinated with how open he was. He thrust back in, driving a cry from Binnie and another low moan from him. “Fuck. You’re so good, puppy. You’re taking me so well. Such a good boy for me,” he panted.
It might have been cliché, but Binnie whined anyway, shifting restlessly. San’s fingers dug into Binnie’s hips, fighting his instinct to just start rutting into him, comfort be damned. “Your hole is strangling my cock.”
“You can move, alpha. It…it doesn’t hurt that much.”
San’s hips bucked at his words, another wave of arousal making him throb where they were joined. He hated that part of him wanted to hurt Binnie, no matter how much he knew Binnie wanted it. He pushed the thought aside, pulling out experimentally, then snapping his hips forward.
“Fuck,” Binnie whispered. “Do it again.”
San pulled back, then snapped his hips forward again, electricity tingling through him, stoking the heat in his core, driving his instincts to do it again. So, he did.
“Fuck, yes. Like that,” Binnie groaned.
San started to move, slow at first but building to a harder, faster pace as Binnie loosened up around him. He kept his eyes shut, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth so he didn’t start babbling about how good Binnie’s hole felt, how it was milking his cock, begging for his knot.
San draped himself over Binnie, knotting his hands in his hair as he pounded into him the way they both craved. “This what you needed, puppy? To be used?”
They were both sweating, both desperately chasing their own pleasure, Binnie babbling nonsense and San swearing under his breath every time their hips met.
Binnie’s response was stilted, punched out of him on every hard thrust. “Yes. Yes. Need it, alpha. Need you to use me. Breed me.”
San snarled. His alpha was beating against the bars of his enclosure, eager to give Binnie what he begged for. His knot grew bigger with each pass, catching on Binnie’s rim until Binnie was crying, actual tears dripping down his cheeks. When San could no longer push past Binnie’s resistant hole, he pumped into him in short shallow thrusts that must have been hitting Binnie’s prostate because he was babbling, borderline incoherent.
“Do it,” Binnie begged. “Knot me. It’s okay. Do it. Please.”
“Binnie…” San said, getting back up on his knees to get some modicum of control.
“Do it. You promised,” Binnie panted. “I want it to hurt. Please. Make it hurt. Make me take it. Make it fit. You promised to ruin me.”
Jesus.
San grabbed Binnie by his shoulder, pulling him back against him so he was in his lap, one hand on his hip and the other in Binnie’s hair. He yanked his head to the side. He didn’t slow his hips, but Binnie was bouncing on his cock, driving down with every upward thrust. San gave one final thrust, gasping at the feel of Binnie’s rim resisting and then giving way, locking around his knot. He sank his teeth into Binnie’s neck, biting until copper exploded on his tongue.
Binnie’s whole body seized, a scream escaping as he spilled untouched, making a mess of himself and the sheets. San gave one or two more weak thrusts but couldn’t fight the mind-numbing pleasure of Binnie’s walls spasming around him. San ground his hips against Binnie’s ass, wanting his cock buried as deep as he could get it. He came hard, tiny white lights dancing behind his eyelids like fireworks as he filled him up.
Binnie’s head fell back against his shoulder, his chest heaving just as hard as San’s. “Wow,” he said breathlessly.
“ Hngh ,” was all San could manage, waiting for power to return to his brain. He shifted slightly, his knees protesting the added weight of one very beefy alpha in his lap. Binnie hissed as his knot shifted inside him.
Fuck.
“Are you okay? Here. Wait.” San wrapped his arms around his waist, then laid down, rearranging them so he was wrapped around Binnie. They were both covered in sweat, the frigid air of the air conditioner making San shiver. He kissed Binnie’s shoulder “Better, puppy?”
“Yeah, it’s perfect,” Binnie said, taking San’s hand in his and threading their fingers together.
San’s love for this man felt too big for his chest. He felt like, any minute now, his heart would explode and fill the room with confetti. He didn’t know how to deal with the torrent of emotions flooding through him.
San whined, licking over the wound on Binnie’s neck, then nosing at it. “You still have to bite me. It’s not complete until you bite me.”
“I know,” Binnie said around a contented sigh, wiggling his ass. “But someone decided he wanted to mount me in the super romantic face down ass up position that the poets always wrote about.”
San snorted. “I didn’t hear you complaining. Just begging.” San hissed as Binnie clenched around him. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come again.”
“Oh, no,” Binnie said in mock horror. “That would be awful.”
San wheezed out a laugh, then brought his hand to Binnie’s cock, closing his fingers around the base where his knot was fully popped. He squeezed tightly, drawing a filthy moan from him.
“Okay. Okay. You win.”
San grinned, gently releasing him. He went back to licking and kissing his mating mark until his knot went down enough for him to slip free of the clutch of Binnie’s body.
The face Binnie made as San’s cum leaked from him had San laughing until he was in tears. “You asked me to do this,” San reminded, getting up and walking to the bathroom then returning to the bed with a cloth.
“These sheets are ruined,” Binnie said, forlorn, moving out of the wet spot.
San forced him onto his stomach, then spread him open, trying to be as gentle as possible as he cleaned him up. His rim was swollen and puffy, a little raw, but thankfully still intact. He’d been afraid he’d torn when he knotted him.
“I’m fine,” Binnie asked, wiggling his ass. “I told you I could take it.”
“Well, excuse me for caring,” San said, lying down beside him.
Binnie turned so they were facing each other. San reached up, sweeping his hair to the side, giving Binnie a smile even as his face flushed in embarrassment. “You…haven’t changed your mind, right?” he asked, hating his own insecurity.
Binnie snorted. “In the last five minutes? No. I haven’t changed my mind since the moment we met.”
San’s heart did another little somersault in his chest, that tightness returning tenfold. Has a heart ever exploded from falling in love? He was not going to tear up. He just wasn’t. Stupid sentimental alpha bullshit.
“Ready?” Binnie whispered.
San nodded, closing his eyes. Binnie brushed the softest kiss against his throat, then sank his teeth in, biting down hard. San’s whole body buzzed like Binnie’s bite had completed a circuit, lighting him up like a match touching gasoline, ripping a gasp from him. He couldn’t move. He was locked in, paralyzed by this heady feeling rolling over him like silk.
When it finally passed, he stared at Binnie wide-eyed, unsure if he’d felt it, too. One look at the awed expression on his face told him they’d felt it together.
“Well, damn,” Binnie said. “No wonder the others looked so smug. That was crazy.”
San laughed nervously, then dragged Binnie against him, wrapping an arm and a leg around him, trapping him so he couldn’t see how affected he was by the whole thing.
“Are you okay?” Binnie asked softly.
San squeezed harder. “Yes.”
“Then why are you crushing me like a python?” Binnie said between gritted teeth.
Because I’m so overwhelmed with love for you it’s bleeding out of every pore in my body and I don’t want you to see me so vulnerable. “No reason.”
“Liar,” Binnie teased, tickling San’s side just enough to make him break his hold and look him in the eye. “You know I can feel what you’re feeling now, right?”
“Then why ask?” San grumped, pouting.
Binnie gave him this patient look that shattered his last little bit of resolve. “Because I want to hear it from you.”
San whined, covering his face.
“Fine,” he finally snapped. “I-I love you.”
When the silence stretched between them, San lowered his hands. Binnie burst out laughing, earning a homicidal look from San. “No, no, no. I am happy you love me. I know you love me. I just wish you didn’t look so upset about it.”
San’s chest grew tight, the earlier sweet euphoria drying down to the steady sour scent of panic. It wasn’t the permanence San feared, but his own obsessive need to hold too tightly to the things he loved. He didn’t want to break Binnie. He didn’t want him to regret tying himself to a slightly neurotic, often dramatic, nearly always temperamental alpha.
What if, one day, his antics chased Binnie away for good?
“It is upsetting,” San said. “The more you care, the more you have to lose.”
Binnie pressed his lips to San’s in a lingering kiss. “You’re not going to lose me. I promise. You’re going to get so sick of me that you’ll beg the others to distract me so you can have five minutes of peace.”
“You think I’m being dramatic,” San said, sullen.
“I know you’re being dramatic. That’s just who you are,” Binnie said, kissing him again, this time letting it last even longer. San lost himself in the feel of Binnie’s lips on his and the way their tongues moved together. When they broke apart, San felt choked up.
“I’m sorry if I’m ruining the mood,” San managed, teary.
Binnie barked out another laugh. “I just came so hard, I’m fairly certain I ascended into a monk-like state of euphoria for a solid minute right before I got mated to the hottest alpha in all of Maryland. You literally can’t ruin my mood. The only way I could be happier is if you told me you’d stashed a cake around here somewhere.”
San giggled, then clamped his lips shut until he regained his composure. “This is your room.”
“Oh, right,” Binnie said. “There’s still cake from the other night in the kitchen.”
“I’m not leaving this bed to get you cake,” San warned.
Binnie scoffed. “You have so little faith in me.”
San frowned as Binnie grabbed his cell phone and found the number he sought, then hit call, immediately putting it on speakerphone.
It only rang once before Seth said, “Why are you calling me from down the hall?”
“Who are you with?” Binnie countered, answering a question with a question.
“Fen and Ollie. Why?” Seth asked, suspicion sneaking into his tone.
“I need your help.”
“No.”
“Not even for access to exclusive pack gossip?”
San bit back a smile. He could practically hear Seth roll his eyes before he said, “If the gossip is you two mated, we know. God, do we know. We could hear you begging for San’s knot like you were in heat. I swear it was like you were in the room with us.”
Binnie flushed bright red, his shoulders deflating. This time, San couldn’t stop his laughter. “Seth, would you be a dear and retrieve the cake on the counter for me and Binnie and bring it to his room? We’re celebrating.”
“Yeah, sure.” To Binnie, he said, “Why didn’t you just ask me that in the first place, loser.”
“Rude,” Binnie griped as he disconnected. “Kids these days.”
San rolled his eyes. “That ‘kid’ is barely five years younger than you and mated to your best friend who is the same age as you.”
“You’re my best friend,” Binnie simpered, pinching San’s cheek obnoxiously. “For life.”
San made a barfing noise and tried to get away, but Binnie wrapped his arms around his waist. “No, wait. Come back. Let me love you.”
San struggled, flailing like a turtle on its back. “I can’t handle the shmoop. I’m not a shmoopy person. That’s Fen…and Seth. They love that stuff.” He shuddered, once more making a vomit sound and sticking his tongue out. “It makes my skin crawl.”
Binnie tackled him to the mattress, pinning him there, and when the other alpha’s eyes met his, he froze, too caught up in them. Binnie kissed his nose. “Too bad. My feelings for you are so sappy and schmoopy and disgustingly romantic that I might even make myself sick but you’re stuck with it…and me.”
Binnie gazed at him with cartoon hearts in his eyes. San wanted to hate it but he didn’t. What sucked was Binnie knew he didn’t. He dropped his head, suddenly peppering kisses all over his face until San was struggling once more. How was he so freakishly strong? They were both alphas. “Okay. Okay. I give up. You can…you can be as shmoopy as you want. But only when it’s just you and me.”
Binnie beamed at him. “Deal.”
There was a soft knock at the door.
Binnie’s eyes lit up, and he practically licked his lips as he said, “Room service.”
He gave San a grin then padded naked to the door, whipping it open. Seth and Fen stood there, one with cake, the other with champagne. They both looked Binnie up and down, staring pointedly at his dick before grinning at San. “Nice,” they said in unison.
Binnie grinned. “Thanks.” He looked out the door past the two omegas. “I thought Ollie was with you.”
“Oh, he was. But he went to go talk to Deke about our idea for dealing with the pup situation.”
San’s stomach dropped. He frowned, crossing the room—equally naked—to grab the cake and champagne. “What idea?”
Seth and Fen exchanged looks, then Seth said, “I thought you two were…celebrating.”
Binnie waved a hand. “We are. We will. Just come in and tell us the plan. Then get out so we can fuck and eat cake.”
San loved how they were always on the same page.