Chapter 7 #2
“So you want to be stuck with me?” I ask. “It’s just—”
“Mine means mine,” he growls. “Edge, fuck, and dominate me, Santo. I don’t want anyone to say that what we have isn’t real. We may just be getting started in getting to know each other, but I haven’t been home all week.”
“This is true,” I smirk. “I’m lucky my apartment doesn’t have a lot of shit in it since I recently moved.
It’ll be less of a hassle to pack everything up.
I’m never home long enough to bother turning it into more than a place for me to sleep.
I kind of didn’t think you wanted me in your space for some reason. ”
“Like I’m going to argue with you when you tell me to get my ass to your apartment?” Levon asks. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m not an idiot. You spanked my dick the last time I acted like one.”
Barking out a laugh, I remember the way he sassed me a few days ago.
“I have to keep you on your toes,” I admit. “I enjoy pushing you to be a brat.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll change. Moving in together just means I get all the massages I want and a well stretched asshole.”
Rolling my eyes because he’s not wrong, I fist his hair and pull his face down to kiss him. We both semi stripped when we got back from the game, and he shoves my boxers down. Raising my hips to help, I roll him over so I’m on top.
“How the mighty fall,” I murmur, kicking off my boxers.
“Just fuck me please,” Levon growls playfully, yanking so roughly his boxers rip.
Since he’ll never be able to wear them again, I tear them off and throw them on the floor unrepentantly.
“I will, but I’m going to do it differently than usual,” I murmur, grabbing a wet wipe to clean my fingers. I am about to get them messy again, but massage oil and lube are very different entities. “Grab your ankles and spread your legs like Daddy’s little whore.”
“Santo.” My name is breathed like a prayer as he does as I ask, his asshole on display just for me.
“Such a good boy,” I praise, finding the lube in my nightstand and coating my fingers.
Pressing them against his tight hole, I watch as his head drops back, waiting for me to push my way in with two fingers. I open them in a vee shape as I stretch him, enjoying the sounds he makes as I do.
“Santo, please,” he begs.
“I fucking love when you sound desperate for me,” I confess. His tip spills precum down his shaft unapologetically, the delay of instant gratification making his cock bob with need.
My mouth opens wide as I suck on his dick like my favorite treat, my guttural moans telling him exactly how much I love it.
His fingers turn white as they clench around his ankles, his hips thrusting more of his cock down my throat.
Eager to please just this once, I bob my head up and down, my tongue dragging down his piercings the way he likes.
“I’m gonna come,” he cries out. “Santo!”
My teeth reprimand him as I nip at his cock on the way up, but all he does is growl at me.
“Did you have something to say?” I tease him. “Should I tie your ankles to your thick thighs so you’ll be forced to stay in that position?”
I’m almost tempted to do it anyway, but I won’t. Not tonight, not after he sacrificed himself for his team. Allowing his cock to fall out of my mouth, I grin down at him as I pull my fingers out of his hole to lubricate my dick.
Levon pants as he waits for me, his head raised to watch me prepare to fuck him.
“So impatient,” I croon. “I’ve only fucked you from behind, but there’s so many other ways I can take your ass.”
“Like this?” he breathes.
“Mmhmm. I want to watch your face while you take everything I have to give you. There are toys to knot train you to take mine if you want to,” I murmur, lining my dick up with his asshole.
“Fuck yes, I want it,” he says, his eyes closing as I push my way inside him. He’s wet, warm, and so fucking tight.
“You’re strangling my dick so good,” I gasp, leaning over him with my arms caging his body on either side. “Breathe, baby. Let me in so I can paint your walls and then eat it out of your ass.”
“Oh fuck,” Levon says, his eyes opening. His chest heaves as he struggles to relax. “Your mouth needs a fucking warning label.”
“Why? Only you get to hear it,” I say, kissing him.
My hips thrust to get even deeper, and Levon takes every inch. His dick is trapped between our bodies, the only touch I’m willing to give him right now. He comes when I do, or not at all.
“I better. It’s mine,” he growls.
I know I’m not going to last long. My balls are already drawing up, and my knot is inflating as I rock it against his hole.
“Fuck. Your knot is a fucking weapon,” he says.
“You think?” I murmur, kissing up his beard. “Levon. I want to come with your bite on my throat. If you’re gonna do it…”
His hand fists my hair, and I know I’m about to get exactly what I want.
“Don’t stop…fucking me,” he rumbles, baring my neck.
His teeth bite down on my neck and my vision whites out as I begin to lose the rhythm in my thrusts. I won’t go into rut without an omega that’s in heat, but I go so far as to begin pushing my knot inside his asshole.
“Fuck, fuck! God, I’m so full,” he screams.
“Good,” I grunt, my hand wrapping around his dick as I begin to come.
My hips rock more than thrust as I make almost animalistic noises.
My room smells like a bakery, and Levon’s legs are spread wide as he fucks up into me.
Neither of us can get enough of each other.
We really are opening Pandora’s box now, because it’s going to be impossible not to want to be around each other.
Sweat slides down my stomach as I fist Levon’s cock, kissing him hard before finding the place I want to mark him.
“Argh!” he yells as I bite down on the skin around his collarbone. His body shudders as he comes in spurts all over our chests. It’s messy and fucking incredible.
Laying my head on his shoulder, I shift my hips so my knot will slide out.
Levon hisses, his heels pressing against my ass to stop me.
“Not yet,” he mumbles.
Hiding a smile against his skin, I nod. It’s so late, at this point, he may be taking a nap in the tub before we head out to see Elsie. I won’t move until my dick softens.
“We’re going to smell like each other when we go in to see her,” he says sleepily. My alpha is cum and bite drunk. It’s so cute. He’s also following my thoughts without realizing it.
“It solidifies that this is real,” I yawn, feeling my dick begin to soften. “You need a soak. My tub isn’t as good as the ones at work, but it’ll do.”
“I have a giant soaking tub that’ll fit three or four people,” he yawns. “I’m the only person ever in there, though. I’m just quoting what the realtor told me.”
“Well, it makes even more sense to live there now,” I say, getting up. “Come on, Romeo. Up you go.”
“I thought you were Romeo?” he mumbles, getting up.
My heart melts at how freaking cute he is when he’s tired.
“Maybe I am,” I admit, helping him into the bathroom so he won’t crash into a wall.
My new boyfriend is definitely dick drunk.
LEVON
It’s hard not to fidget as I sit across from Elsie Williams. She stares fiercely at Santo and I, her scent peppery with unhappiness. She’s an omega who takes zero shit, but she’s also known to be fair.
Usually.
“I’ll sign whatever you need me to, showing that I pursued the doctor,” I say, lying smoothly. Unlike many alphas, my scent doesn’t change when I lie. However, I did masturbate an unhealthy amount before he came after me.
Santo takes a breath but doesn’t say a word, and I take his hand to squeeze it. He’s only letting me direct this meeting until he thinks he needs to step in. I appreciate his trust in me because Elsie is a fucking ball buster, and Santo is a new hire.
“I’ll also file paperwork showing that he and I are pack,” I add. That’s not something you’d do for someone random, and while bite marks aren’t something regularly offered to pack members, I pull aside the open neck of my button up shirt to show off mine.
“Oh.” Elsie straightens up, leaning forward to take us both more seriously.
“You understand why we’re here, and that I take my contracts and societal expectations seriously.
There are various reasons why I’ll brush the stipulations aside, and I’ve done that for several players on this team recently.
However, Dr. Diaz works in a profession where there’s a lot of touching and a respectful distance is necessary.
Otherwise it can be degraded to a back alley massage. ”
Santo flinches and I growl in anger. Elsie swallows hard, sensing the dangerous territory she’s entering.
“Where’s the respect for him?” I snarl. “How much money has he saved you with the alternate forms of therapy and care off the ice? How many players has he saved from having to take extended time off from the season, myself included? Dr. Santo Diaz holds several degrees plus experience—”
“Enough, Levon,” Elsie sighs. “I crossed a line. I apologize, Dr. Diaz. Your expertise has been welcome to the team, and everything Levon says is true. This isn’t as simple as telling you both to put your hockey sticks back in your pants.”
I can’t believe she used that analogy and I simply stone wall her with slitted eyes.
“Stop glaring at me,” she mutters. “You’re both throwing me off my game. I planned to reprimand you both, but here you are with matching bite marks, holding hands. It’s obviously not a passing phase.”
“I should tell you that my address is about to change,” Santo says, his voice dark and angry. We’re both pretty unhappy with this conversation. “I’m moving in with Levon. The only thing keeping us from filing the paperwork with the Pack administration is what our pack name will be.”