Chapter 15 #3
Dante’s hand slid into the waistband of his briefs to wrap around his cock. Callum couldn’t help but whine at his firm touch. When the alpha growled in response, Callum thought he was going to come all over himself.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since that night at Nocturne,” Dante said, running his hand over Callum’s cockhead to gather slick, then slowly stroking him from tip to root. Callum’s hips bucked. “I knew then that I would have you both. And you’ve kept me waiting, you little minx.”
Callum let out a breathy laugh. “You could’ve had me that night, soldier. You should’ve shot your shot.”
Dante chuckled again, languidly stroking his big hand up and down Callum’s cock in firm, agonizingly slow strokes. He swiveled his hips, pressing that length of steel against Callum’s ass. Callum arched into it, moaning low in his throat. Dante moved his hand faster.
“Allow me to make up for lost time,” he purred, stroking the head of Callum’s cock several times before returning to his shaft. “You’re going to be a good boy and come for me, and then I’m going to fuck your ass until you come again.”
“Okay,” was all Callum could say as he gave himself over to sensation.
Dante jacked him steadily, his grip steady and strokes smooth. Callum let his head fall back to rest on the alpha’s shoulder as his hips began to move of their own accord, pumping into Dante’s grip, chasing the sensation growing in his belly.
When he felt Dante’s teeth graze his neck, Callum erupted, spurting hot cum everywhere. It ran down his cock and over Dante’s hand, but the alpha didn’t stop until he’d coaxed out every drop.
“That’s good, omega,” Dante cooed. “Give me another.”
Callum gasped as Dante spun him around and pulled him into a slow kiss, cupping the back of his neck. Callum felt electrified, magnetized, his body craving this delicious man. He moaned into Dante’s mouth and the alpha growled again. The sound made Callum’s knees weak.
Dante whipped a towel off of his belt (of course, the Marine Raider would come prepared on a hunt) and wiped Callum’s cum off both of them. Well, most of it. First, he held Callum’s gaze as he licked his fingers. His black eyes glittered darkly.
“French toast with maple syrup,” he murmured, smirking at Callum as he savored the taste. “Damn good, omega. Damn good.”
Callum couldn’t get out of his fucking pants fast enough. His ass was throbbing, aching at the promise of taking this alpha’s knot. This devilishly sexy, seductively competent alpha. Holy fucking shit.
Dante was the smallest alpha in Pack King, but he still had no trouble lifting Callum from the floor and pressing him against the wall.
Callum wrapped his legs around Dante’s waist, whimpering with anticipation.
His cock stirred between them as if he hadn’t just come.
When Dante rubbed the head of his dick against Callum’s asshole, his cock stiffened even further.
He’d never rebounded after a nut so quickly in his life, and he’d had sex on damn near every party drug available in polite society. What the fuck was this sorcery?
“Do you want me to use a condom?” Dante asked. “We’ve all got clean bills of health and are on birth control. I can supply documentation to back that up if you’d like.”
Callum rolled his eyes. “Of course you could. You could probably whip out your phone right now and have your medical records in my inbox, you efficient, charming son of bitch. I trust your word, Dante.”
The alpha’s answering grin was nothing short of swoon-worthy. Callum’s skin tingled and his stomach did a little flip. He had to remind himself to breathe.
“That’s good,” Dante murmured, brushing his lips over Callum’s lightly. “Because I’d really like to fill up my Charlie Delta.”
Callum snickered, even though the thought of Dante’s cum filling his ass made him feral. “Obviously, we’re safe outside my heat but you should know the Clifton-Merriwether Clan would never allow me outside if there was a chance I’d father an unsanctioned baby. Fill me up, alpha.”
“Thank fuck,” Dante growled, claiming Callum’s mouth again as he thrusted into his ass.
They both moaned, the kiss growing more intense as Dante built up a steady rhythm, fucking Callum in deep, hard thrusts that made him feel like he was going to explode.
His ass tightened hungrily around Dante’s cock, and Callum dug his fingers into the alpha’s shoulders, both because he wanted him close and to hold on for dear life.
He was being fucked right out of his body.
He felt bigger than himself, somehow more expansive. Brighter. Electric.
Soon, Callum’s legs were shaking, and that tingling sensation was surging through his core, and still Dante was fucking him hard and slow, allowing the pleasure to build and build and build until there was no space left between them, nothing else to do but explode.
And when he thought that was all the pleasure his body could feel, Dante worked his swelling knot into Callum’s tight hole.
Callum cried out when it locked into place and Dante swirled his hips, massaging just the right spot.
Stars exploded behind Callum’s eyes, and he came again with Dante’s name on his lips.
“Look how good you’re doing for me, baby,” Dante moaned against Callum’s neck. “Milking my knot so perfectly. You feel so.” A slow swirl of his hips. “Fucking.” Another. “Good.” Dante rolled his hips and his knot kneaded that perfect spot again. “Fuck!”
Dante’s hips jerked and Callum felt another jolt of pleasure as the alpha’s knot swelled further and ropes of cum shot into his ass.
Tremors racked through him and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten and Callum wasn’t sure he’d ever even heard of orgasms like this.
This orgasm would devour him, would wring everything from his body and leave him in a puddle of bliss.
Which is exactly how Callum felt when he came back to himself, curled against Dante’s chest, straddling his lap as he sat on the floor against the closet door.
They were still locked together, but the alpha’s knot was beginning to soften.
They’d theoretically be able to move soon, though moving sounded incredibly difficult to Callum.
He relaxed contentedly into the aftercare, pleased when Dante eased his softened knot free, cleaned Callum up, and then scooped him up to carry him…
well Callum didn’t much know or care where.
The comforting scent of coconut and cloves lulled his already-exhausted body into complete relaxation.
He drifted off to sleep in the arms of a strong, sexy alpha. An alpha who felt like his.
Callum Clifton-Merriwether was a very lucky man.