14. Nate #2
I dig my fingers harder into his skin and he gasps, just the way I wanted him to.
“You’re missing something,” I taunt. He knows what I mean—there’s that split-second note of defiance in his face, his alpha instincts battling against the submissive part of him that wants to lie down and show his belly to me.
But, because Kato is—deep down—a very good boy, he gives me what I want. “Your big cock, Alpha,” he says.
I chuckle. I can’t help it. “Big?”
His eyes dart pointedly down and then back up. “Massive?” he tries.
“More like it, pup.”
“Well, are you going to let me—”
I slide my thumb into his mouth, silencing his retort. “For that,” I say, pressing the digit down on his tongue, “I should deny you it all.”
Red blooms on his pale cheeks. Indignation, I think. He wants to argue the point. I don’t intend to let him. I use my grip on his jaw to pull his mouth further open, until his lips are stretched wide. His eyes flash the orange of his wolf’s before settling back into their usual hazel green.
“Keep your mouth open like that,” I tell him, withdrawing my hand.
I’m leaking, the prospect of filling Kato enough to have me dripping. With my other hand I rub the slit, collecting precum as Kato watches avidly.
“Tongue out,” I say.
Kato sticks out his red tongue, ready and willing and waiting.
“Good pup,” I tell him, and reward him with a taste, rubbing my finger over his tongue.
His eyes slip shut. My good pup and my good boy. Fate has gifted me with them both. My blood boils at our unfair separation. This, though? It’ll help. It has to. The lingering effects of our ruts need to be extinguished.
I remove my finger from his mouth and his eyes fly open, looking up at me expectantly.
I’d like to see how far he’d go to get another taste of me.
But my blood’s running too hot, my need too high.
It hits me like a lightning bolt. We mated Cas, left our permanent marks in his flesh, but I’ve not bitten him.
We should be with our mate, but my instincts are telling me the only way we can be close to Cas right now is to get close to each other.
That, more than anything, outweighs any desire to push Kato to his limits.
So I slide my hand to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in the midnight strands of his hair. I grip them tight, and he winces before settling into the sensation. I give him a moment—only a moment—and then guide my cock to his open mouth.
It’s hot and wet as I press further inside.
I want to thrust, want to go deep, but Kato would want that too, so I don’t.
Instead, I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching as his lips stretch to accommodate me.
There’s something primal in me that revels in the way his eyes bulge as I reach his throat, his eyes watering as I hold myself there—not fully sheathed, just enough that he can’t breathe easily around me.
I pull out minutely, and when he inhales, that’s when I thrust my hips, sliding my cock right down his throat. He gags, automatically jerking back, but I keep tight hold of his hair, not letting him move. His eyes go wide in alarm for one, two, three long seconds before I withdraw.
Kato can hold his breath for a couple of minutes.
I know this. He knows this. And yet, with my thick cock blocking his airway, I see how he panics.
I’m reminded, as always, that he’s an alpha like me.
Not meant to take cock. Not meant to submit.
But, as I slide my cock back into Kato’s throat, I’m also reminded of how unlike other alphas he is.
He’s not like an omega, though. Or like a beta. No, Kato is something else entirely.
An alpha who submits fully to another alpha. Seth might have been attracted to me, but he never submitted like this. It’s not something I’ve come across before. At least, if anyone else is doing this, they’re not doing it publicly. Not out in the open. Not where the guards outside can hear.
I wonder if they’re paying attention now as I fill Kato’s mouth, whether they can hear him gagging.
I wonder if they can smell the arousal emanating from us.
I’m glad that it’s only me who gets to see him like this, though.
The tears streaming down his face in rivulets that sparkle in the low light.
How his cheeks are pink with exertion, how they puff out when I let him breathe.
The control he yields makes me want to pound my chest in victory. It’s one thing to be granted the deference of an omega—they’re made for it—and a whole other thing to be gifted with this. Kato’s choosing this. He could live without it. Be perfectly fine. But he isn’t.
Kato chose me. Me.
It fills me with the sort of pride I’ve never felt before.
He’s taking the abuse I’m giving his throat like he does this on the daily, his mouth stretched so wide it’s obscene.
I realise, as I thread my fingers through his unruly strands of hair, that this is what he’s been begging for the entire time.
From day one when he arrived and was dumped on me like an abandoned pup, he’s been asking for this.
I just wasn’t looking hard enough.
All those times he’s rubbed up against me, riled me, followed me around like a second shadow, it was his way of begging for my attention. Well, he’s got it now.
I pull my cock all the way out and Kato takes in a deep lungful of breath. His face is flushed the colour of Cas’s ribbons, my mind never far from our little mate.
“Fuck, Nate,” he croaks, voice perfectly rough from my treatment. “Your cock’s even bigger than I thought.”
“Certainly will feel that way when you’re the one swallowing it,” I remark, trying not to sound desperate. It’s only fair that he catch his breath; he’s doing so well. “You’re not half bad.”
His eyes shine, sparkling with levity. “You’re such a dickhead.”
I rub my cock against his spit-shiny lips. “You like it.”
His tongue darts out, laving the head. I let him have this little rebellion for a few seconds before taking control, plunging in again without warning. His eyes widen in surprise as my cock fills his mouth before he’s back to sucking it greedily, driving me close to the edge.
I let my head fall back, eyes screwed shut, focusing on the tight, wet heat around me. The base of my cock starts to ache with sudden intensity.
I snap my head forward, pulling out of Kato’s mouth so fast his teeth graze my shaft. The pain doesn’t bother me—if anything, it heightens my pleasure.
“Shit,” Kato gasps. “What—”
I grimace. “My knot.”
Kato’s chest is rising and falling rapidly. “Oh.”
I think this is one of the first times I’ve seen him rendered speechless. His lip curves up into a sly smirk and he reaches out, grasping my cock, right where my knot is beginning to swell.
“Kato…” I warn.
“Nate,” he says, exasperated. “I want to feel your knot.”
“It won’t fit in your mouth.”
He scoffs. “Obviously not. I might want your dick in my mouth, but I don’t have a death wish.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Good to know.”
He strokes his hand up and down, mimicking the rhythm I set when fucking his mouth, paying close attention to my base, watching avidly as my knot grows under his attention.
It’s unusual for me to pop my knot. It’s happened with the few omegas I’ve had sex with, of course, though never on the rare occasions I head into the city to hook up with a human. And here I am, ready to lock, brought on by Kato’s sinful mouth alone.
I shouldn’t be so shocked. He deserves my knot. I’d give it to him properly if it wouldn’t rip him apart.
“One day,” I say, voice raspy, “I’m going to stuff you full of me.”
“Fuck,” he swears, shuffling on his knees. He puts his mouth back on me, suckling the end as he continues to work the base. He pushes my foreskin up and over the tip, mouthing at it before jacking me off. His own hard, cut cock is straining in his jeans.
I nudge my boot over his groin, enjoying his little grunt and how his eyes widen when I make contact with his cock, then lower, to his balls. There’s no reluctance there, though—wariness, maybe. Interest, certainly.
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?” I ask, holding my foot down with a hint of real pressure. He gives me a conflicted look, and I laugh. “Or maybe not?”
He lets my cock drop from his mouth. “If you step on my nuts, I might combust.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t even fucking know any more.”
Still, I remove my foot. Testing those particular boundaries can happen another time. Kato returns to his task, and I groan when my knot swells so full that his hand can no longer fit easily around it. He gazes up at me as he squeezes it tight, just like an omega’s hole.
“That’s it,” I say. “Good pup, keep touching me like that.”
The praise redoubles his efforts, hand and mouth working in tandem to bring me to climax.
I’m close. Closer than I’d thought Kato would ever bring me. “Open that fucking mouth of yours,” I say, yanking his hair, pulling his head back.
Kato obeys, opening wide and sticking his tongue out.
“Keep going,” I command, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling the tell-tale tingling in my balls.