22. In Heat Again?!
IN HEAT AGAIN?!
Crash!
Emre frowned, looking up blearily from his phone. What was that?
“Zenith?” he asked.
“Fuck! Uh, n-nothing,” Zenith said, followed by some shuffling sounds. “Uh. Did I hear right? You’re... in heat?”
“I think so, yeah.” Emre swallowed. His ass was wet, and he didn’t have another explanation for it. “I’m... I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Be right there.” Footsteps thumped. Emre tracked them through the mansion.
Moments later, Zenith was right in front of him, pulling Emre away from the wall. He held Emre upright and scanned him from head to foot. “You do look a little flushed.”
“So do you,” said Emre’s mouth.
Zenith turned pinker. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just—You’re in heat?”
For alphas, omegas’ heats were something of a treasure and a kink. After all, which alpha didn’t want an omega wet and begging for their cock? This seemed to be the case for Zenith too, but where other alphas made Emre feel uneasy, Zenith’s interest kindled a fire inside him.
Zenith began undoing Emre’s pants, hooking his finger into Emre’s panties and pulling them open to peek at Emre’s hard cock. “Mmm. Look at you, all hard for me.”
Emre blushed. “That’s not the only affected part of me.”
“Yeah?” Zenith’s smile grew. He slipped his other hand down the back of Emre’s pants, slotting his fingers into Emre’s crack, going straight for his hole. Zenith’s breath rushed out. “Fuck. Yeah. You’re all wet here.”
He slid his fingers through Emre’s slick, flicking his fingertips against Emre’s hole. Emre gasped and clutched at his alpha, his body singing.
“Is there s-something wrong with me?” Emre said. “I shouldn’t be going into heat again this soon. I’ve never heard of this happening before.”
Zenith frowned. “Yeah. Let’s call Doc. I’ll get you upstairs. The pups are in their playpen; Hux is keeping an eye on them.”
He swept Emre off his feet. His strong, solid chest pressed against Emre’s side; Emre caught a lungful of Zenith’s scent—smoky, with a hint of musky arousal. And now Emre was too aware of Zenith’s strength, the sheer bulk of him radiating heat.
Somewhere below him, Zenith’s cock was hard in his pants. Emre could already feel it on his tongue; he could imagine it between his thighs, wedged between his cheeks and nudging against his hole.
Soon, it would be inside him.
By the time Zenith set Emre on the bed, Emre had already forgotten what they’d planned. He slid his hands under Zenith’s shirt and stroked his sculpted abs, leaning in to bury his face in Zenith’s pecs.
“Sweetheart,” Zenith said, strangled.
“Mmm?” Emre cupped Zenith’s cock through his pants. It was big and heavy, and it jerked against his palm. “Mine.”
Zenith made a choked-off sound; his cock jerked again. “Y-yeah. It’s all yours. But not right now, okay? I need to make a phone call before I forget why.”
Then he pulled Emre’s hand off his cock. Emre whined.
“Just for a minute.” Zenith pressed his palm to Emre’s forehead, and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number. “Hey, Doc? I have a question. Emre says he’s in heat again, but it’s only been five weeks since he birthed his pup. Hell, he hasn’t even named Bean yet! What’s going on?”
On the other end of the line, Doc made a surprised sound. “I’ve heard of this happening. It’s rare, but it does happen.”
“Did we do something to trigger it?”
“Doubtful,” Doc said. “Bodies are weird. Then again, you did have that rut episode with Emre; maybe this is similar.”
Zenith and Emre looked at each other.
“So... what do we do?” Zenith asked.
“Use a condom, if you’re not ready for another pup,” Doc said dryly.
Zenith began rifling through his nightstand. Emre’s hole squeezed; his breathing grew shallow. Zenith was going to bury his cock inside him.
“Any other questions?” Doc asked.
“No. Thanks a lot.” Zenith ended the call and dropped his phone on the nightstand. Then he began tearing off his clothes. Emre grew so hot, he clutched the sheets so he had something to hold onto.
“Found one,” Zenith said triumphantly, holding up a foil square.
Emre’s hole fluttered. He wasn’t entirely happy about using a condom, but... he was probably really fertile right now. They probably shouldn’t risk going bareback at all.
“I wished so hard that I had spent my heat with you,” Emre said shakily. “I wished I had your cum inside me when I was fertile. Maybe that has something to do with this.”
“I don’t think there’s a god out there granting wishes,” Zenith said, his forehead wrinkling.
Emre shrugged. “Mother Moon is generous sometimes.”
He tried to struggle out of his clothes. Zenith pinned him down. “Let me.”
He swept Emre’s shirt up over his head, then yanked Emre’s pants and underwear off his legs.
And suddenly Emre was naked in front of his alpha, squirming and so empty inside.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Zenith’s pupils dilated. He grasped his own cock through his pants and licked his lips, raking his gaze over Emre’s naked body.
Emre grew hotter under his gaze. Liquid heat slid through his veins, thumping through his core. He spread his legs and raised his hips, only for Zenith to snarl.
In one move, Zenith pinned Emre, holding him down easily like captured prey.
“You’re going to take my cock, sweetheart,” Zenith growled, leaning in to suck on Emre’s earlobe. One warm hand dragged down Emre’s front, plucking at his nipples and cupping his belly. “Maybe I’ll get to breed you this time.”
Emre panted, need surging through him. “Please. Please, alpha.” He reached into Zenith’s pants and wrapped his hand around Zenith’s hard, velvety cock. Zenith hissed, thrusting forcefully into his hand. “Want your cock. Need it now. Please.”
“Yeah?” Zenith tugged his pants down a little, showing Emre his cock. It was flushed, precum dripping from his tip. “Get me wet, sweetheart.”
He straddled Emre’s shoulders and cupped his nape, pulling Emre up at the same time he angled his cock down, feeding his thick tip into Emre’s mouth. Emre couldn’t help his moan; Zenith muffled it by stuffing his mouth full, hitting the back of his throat.
Fuck, there was so much cock. Emre writhed, grabbing Zenith’s cock with both hands because he couldn’t fit it all in his mouth.
“So big,” he said around Zenith.
“Yeah,” Zenith panted, rolling his hips to thrust against Emre’s tongue. “And it’s all going into your pretty hole, sweetheart. I’m going to stretch you wide open, show you how a good alpha breeds his omega.”
Emre’s breath punched out of him. He squeezed Zenith and tried to take him further; Zenith gave him a couple more thrusts. Then he pulled out, leaving his cock glistening with saliva, precum shooting out to land on Emre’s lips and chin.
“Beautiful,” Zenith rasped. He gathered up his precum with his thumb, pushing it into Emre’s mouth. “I’ve been waiting to see you on your back, spread open and taking my cock.”
Emre whined. He dug his nails into Zenith to drag him closer; Zenith swore and moved between Emre’s legs, hiking them over his elbows to keep them spread.
He leaned in and captured Emre’s lips in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside.
“Want to be stretched open, sweetheart? Take me so deep that you can feel me for hours? Want me to pump you full of cum, make fucking sure it takes inside you?”
Emre sobbed. “S-so empty. Need you inside. Please, now.”
Zenith groaned. He broke their kiss and nipped along Emre’s jaw, licking down Emre’s throat to his pulse point. There, he closed his mouth over Emre’s skin and sucked. Emre’s spine arched off the bed.
“Mine,” Zenith growled, sliding his cock between Emre’s cheeks. He fitted his tip against Emre’s hole, smearing precum all over it. Then he pushed in a little, and shot more precum inside.
“Now, now, now!”
“Just a sec.” Zenith leaned back, rolling on the condom with shaking hands. Then he pressed his tip back against Emre’s entrance and sank in.
Stretched around his alpha, Emre came all over himself. “P-please, b-breed me!”
“Fuck,” Zenith hissed. And he thrust in hard, filling Emre completely.
Emre howled and thrashed. Zenith held him down, gripped his hips, and began to drive his cock inside.
“That’s it. Such a good omega. Going into heat just so you have a reason to take my cock, hmm?”
“Yes, yes!” Emre spread his legs wider. Zenith groaned and thrust in, grinding so hard against Emre’s prostate that his toes curled, and his balls pulled tight.
“Such a pretty pair of balls,” Zenith whispered, sliding his thumb over them.
“What a pretty cock.” He ran his thumb up the underside of Emre’s length, sliding his fingers around Emre’s sensitive tip.
Emre wheezed. But Zenith didn’t stop there.
He played with Emre’s slit, squeezing his head and grinding his fingertips against that tight opening.
Emre howled and thrashed, his ass clenching.
“Fuck,” Zenith hissed, pounding Emre into the bed.
“The way you tighten around me. Begging for my cum. Begging me to claim you.”
He kissed Emre again, fucking his tongue into Emre’s mouth at the same time his cock plowed deep. Emre panted, pressing his nails into Zenith’s back.
“Come for me,” Zenith growled, dropping a trail of kisses to Emre’s ear. His cock was a thick presence inside Emre, big and demanding. “I want you to clench around my cock, milk me for my cum. Show me how much you want to be bred.”
Emre’s voice broke. He came hard around Zenith, a howl ripping out of him. Zenith groaned and thrust harder, his cock swelling.
“Need cum, please,” Emre gasped. “Need your cum.”
Zenith roared and thrust a final time, pulsing inside Emre. For a long while, Emre pretended that Zenith was filling him with cum, shot after shot all going inside him, staking their claim.
“You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Zenith panted. He kissed Emre sloppily, riding the wave of his release.
“Knot me,” Emre whimpered.
Zenith’s knot swelled at the base of his cock, pressing against Emre’s prostate. He rolled his hips and pushed it against Emre’s sweet spot. Emre screamed and came again.
They clung to each other for a long while, until Zenith’s knot went down and he finally pulled out.
“You’re so amazing,” Zenith murmured, dropping kisses all over Emre’s face. Emre barely registered Zenith’s hand going between them to pull off the condom.
Except Zenith froze, looking down.
“What,” Zenith said.
Emre looked down too.
The condom... wasn’t a sheath anymore. Instead of a reservoir holding Zenith’s cum, it was in tatters, sticking limply to Zenith’s cock... with no cum in sight.
“I guess your cum did go inside me, after all,” said Emre’s mouth.
Zenith pressed his face against Emre’s shoulder, a sigh gusting out of him.
“Fuck.”