Chapter 10 #2
Underneath, pure Max. Innocent, wary curiosity, sweet laughter, and buttery joy mixed with warm vanilla and freshly baked bread.
There was no burn of fear. In fact, he smelled happy. My mate was happy and fulfilled and smelled like chocolate cake when he was aroused and—
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I groaned, hips jerking in aborted thrusts while I came in my pants, untouched.
Panting, I breathed through the strongest orgasm I’d had in years, taking in great big lungfuls of his scent.
Holy fuck, that was spiritual.
When I could see straight, I searched for the binoculars with shaky hands and looked again, because I had to. Maybe he’d be asleep by now, and I could pass out, too, hoping he’d dream of me.
But Max wasn’t asleep; his lamp was still on. I focused in, forehead creasing as it took me a second to realize what I was seeing. He had the covers tossed aside and an arm reaching between his legs, almost like—
I choked. The binoculars tumbled to the floor.
“Oh, God,” I groaned out loud to no one.
In all my years of hunting, catching someone mid-wank was eye-rollingly mundane. I had no interest in it in the slightest.
But Max? My Max?
I’d never caught him pleasuring himself before. I honestly wondered about it, but wrote it off as fate intervening and keeping me from seeing something I wasn’t meant to.
Because I wasn’t meant to see that. Watching him make dinner and cry over a movie and pad around after he showered was already fucked up enough, but being a voyeur to such a private, personal moment?
It was deeply invasive. Unforgivable.
If I picked up those binoculars again, I’d deserve to be on my own fucking list. I shouldn’t. I couldn’t.
One second passed. Two. Three.
Fuck it.
Swiping them off the floor, I scooted down and braced my elbow on the arm of the chair for a steadier view. I pulled my cock out, sticky and still hard even after that mammoth orgasm, and balled up Max’s boxers before stuffing them into my mouth.
I moaned at the taste of him. Breathing through my nose, I fisted my cock with one hand and held up the binoculars with the other.
Max had both hands down his cotton briefs. The view was obscured, but they were revealing enough—I was going to hell for the prayer of thanks I uttered—to show him working a turquoise dildo deep in his ass with one hand while stroking his length with the other.
My knot grew so fast I nearly passed out. Alternating between squeezing it and swirling my thumb around my cockhead, I watched my mate fuck himself till his forehead glistened with sweat and his grip around the dildo slipped from the slick dripping out of him.
He’s thinking about us, my alpha snarled.
We made him wet. He wants us—needs us. Go to him.
Go. Stuff him full with our knot and claim him and give him everything he’s ever wanted.
He’ll smell happy when we’re there, and we’ll have pups, and they’ll have two parents who love them, and they’ll never know what fear smells like—
Max’s pace sped up, thrusting the toy into himself so hard I worried he’d hurt himself. But then he threw his head back and arched, throat moving as he cried out.
Go go go go go!
I became a beast. Strings of drool dripped from my mouth as I sucked on the fabric, pulling every last hint of him from the cotton material. My grip around my cock tightened. I matched his pace, arching up into it while imagining I was the one tunneling into him that hard.
I’d put my cockhead right up his breeding gland and give him my whole load. I’d never leave him wanting. Never.
Lightning-bright pleasure built at the base of my spine. I couldn’t hold back much longer. I braced my feet on the hardwood, legs spread, and fucked up into my hand furiously.
Max was right there, too. It was only a few more thrusts before cum streaked his belly. One ribbon even went so far as to land across a puffy nipple.
The binoculars fell from my hand. I roared into his boxers, biting down on the ball of material as hard as I could while I came for the second time that night.
Doubled over, I squeezed both hands around the knot, pulsing for maximum pleasure. I hadn’t experienced this much stimulation in so long it made me light-headed. Completely spent, I rolled onto my side and watched his silhouette move back and forth across that tiny light across the lake.
After a few minutes, post-nut clarity kicked me in the teeth. Nausea roiled in my stomach. I had just enough time to sprint for the toilet before I threw my guts up.
What the fuck had I just done?
I blew the chance to take out a creep like Joseph Weber to make sure Max was safe and didn’t fall victim to a predator ever again, and there I was, spying on him while he masturbated.
Come and see the newly crowned World’s Biggest Creep, right here in Plover Bay!
I threw up again before cleaning myself up and stumbling into the kitchen.
To be fair, it wasn’t just my behavior that’d made me sick. I was well past due for my suppressants, and vomiting was one of the earliest symptoms that my body was spiraling back into a state of perpetual rut.
Like pythons throwing up their recent meal to quickly escape a predator, us alphas couldn’t be too full when there was something to fuck, right?
I’d wanted to punch the rut specialist in the face when he made that analogy. Hopefully someone else had, by now.
I fought with the foil wrapping for far too long before I finally popped the pill into my hand. How could something so innocuous rule me with an iron fist?
Peering out the kitchen window, I watched as Max’s light finally went out. My chest hollowed, leaving me alone with the one thing that kept me alive while it also slowly killed me.
I swallowed the pill, chasing it with a big glass of water. Throwing away the empty, perforated wrapper felt like the final nail in my coffin.
The last of the doctor-prescribed suppressants, gone.
It was either take to the streets to find some on the black market laced with only God knew what, or actually convince the omega whose home I’d broken into tonight, whose privacy I’d spectacularly invaded, that I was trustworthy enough to share the most vulnerable time of his life with.
Great.
But first, I needed to YouTube how to patch a fucking wall.