19. Saint
Saint paused toweling off when there was a knock at the door. A thrill ran through him. Was Seth finally coming to him? Deke had been in rut for over twenty-four hours and his little omega was climbing the walls next door.
Last night, Saint had jerked off listening to Seth whining and crying Saint’s name, getting himself off. He deserved a fucking medal for not ripping the boy’s door off the hinges and showing him how much better the real thing could be. Especially since he knew the little tease was putting on a show for him.
He threw the door open, towel slung low on his hips, the other around his neck, face falling when he saw Binnie.
“What?” he asked, turning and retreating deeper into his room, leaving Binnie to follow or yell from the doorway.
“I wish I could blame your behavior on the presenting baby alpha down the hall, but you’re just always kind of a dick,” Binnie said, trailing behind him, hands in the pocket of his track pants.
“It eats at me, truly,” Saint deadpanned.
Binnie sighed, leaning against the wall. “How are you holding up with all this? Are you feeling…edgy…at all?”
Saint gave him a look. “Of course, I am. You could choke on the smell of sex and alpha in this house. I thought you had air purifiers?”
Binnie shrugged. “We do. But they’re clearly not strong enough to overpower his presentation. It came on so quickly.”
Yeah, too quickly. It was an issue they’d all been skirting around for hours. It made sense to blame it on his advanced age. It was only natural he might present differently than others, but it was peculiar. But if the noises from Deke and his beta were anything to go by, the rest of his rut seemed pretty status quo.
“So, what’s up?” Saint asked.
Binnie gave Saint a sheepish look, the one he used to flash him when he was horny and desperate for someone to fuck him. Luckily, that wasn’t where the conversation appeared to be headed. “Uh, San’s not doing great. This is…a lot for him. I offered to take him to the guest house at the back of the property and stay there with him. I was hoping you might want to come along and…” He trailed off like he was looking for the appropriate word.
“Chaperone?” Saint asked, smirking.
“Shut up,” Binnie said, glowering. “But also…yeah.”
Saint barked out a laugh. “No, thanks.”
Binnie’s expression grew pleading. “Come on, man. I told him that I’d let him court me. I can’t be alone with him until he decides to take the deal or not.”
“It’s been like…what? Over a week?” Saint asked, dropping his towel and reaching for a pair of black basketball shorts. “Seems like his answer’s pretty clear.” Binnie gave a sad sigh, broad shoulders falling as he pouted. Saint smirked as those eyes followed his shorts as he pulled them on. “See something you like? If you’re hoping I’ll help you take the edge off, I can’t. I told Seth I wouldn’t sleep with anyone without him. Sorry.”
This time, it was Binnie’s turn to make a face. “I’m crushed. Truly.” Saint laughed, but Binnie wasn’t done lamenting, it seemed. “Why doesn’t he like me?”
Saint rolled his eyes. “He does like you, dumbass. That’s why he’s fighting this so hard. Anyone can see the way he watches you whenever he thinks you’re not looking. He’s just…scared. He doesn’t like alphas.”
“He likes you. He likes Loch. Hell, he loves Deke. Why not me?” Binnie whined, falling backwards onto Saint’s bed.
“Maybe it’s cause you’re a big, needy, man baby?” Saint said conversationally, earning a middle finger from Binnie as he stared at the ceiling fan above. “Seriously, he does like you, but if you like him, you’re going to have to wait it out. Like me with Seth. I made my intentions clear. It’s up to him whether he accepts me or not. You told San he’d have to court you. Now, you have no choice but wait for him to do it.”
“I’m fine waiting,” Binnie said. “That’s why I need you to come to the guest house with us. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
There was absolutely no circumstance Saint could imagine that would have him leaving this house overnight without his horny little omega.
“Yeah, no. I’m not leaving Seth alone.”
Binnie scoffed. “He’s not alone. He still has Loch and Fen. Or he could come, too?”
Saint ignored the last part of Binnie’s sentence. “So, ask Loch and Fen to go. Or did they already shoot you down?” Saint asked. “I can’t have been your first choice.”
“Shut up.” When Saint continued to stare, Binnie gave another unhappy sigh. “Loch said he needs to stay and monitor the Deke-Ollie sex marathon in case Ollie needs to tap out and recharge. Fen said someone’s going to have to stay here and handle cooking if San and I won’t be here.”
“Can’t Seth and I handle the cooking?” Saint asked.
Binnie sat up rapidly. “You know it was just an excuse. He doesn’t want to be away from Loch. I think he’s hoping one of them will get hit with enough pheromones to have their own rut/heat sex marathon. Not that Fen would admit that. Everyone’s too busy pretending this is temporary.”
“Not me. I’m on board,” Saint said. “Loch, too. I’m just waiting on Seth. Loch’s just waiting on Fen. And I don’t know for sure where Deke’s at as far as forever, but with the sounds our beta is making in that room, he’s either being brutally murdered or getting the best dick down of his life. My guess is the latter. I think it’s safe to say he won’t be using his return ticket.”
“What do I do about San?” Binnie asked.
“Put on your big boy pants and act like two grown men in a house alone together?” Saint suggested. “Without Deke’s pheromones turning everyone into a sex monster, you should be fine. Hell, maybe when it’s just the two of you, San will feel less pressured about courting you.”
“You think?” Binnie asked hopefully.
How the fuck was he supposed to know?
“Yeah, sure,” Saint said. “Now, get out of my room.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Binnie mumbled again, letting Saint herd him towards the door.
“Good luck,” Saint said, gently pushing him across the threshold and giving him a tight smile before closing the door in his face.
He spent five minutes smoothing out the wrinkles Binnie left on his sheets and making sure he hadn’t disrupted anything else, then headed towards his dresser to find a shirt.
That was when he heard another knock at the door. He huffed a breath through his nose, stomping back to the door and whipping open. “What no?—”
The word died on his tongue as Seth stared up at him with wide eyes. “Oh, I just?—”
“Not you,” he said, grabbing Seth’s wrist and pulling him inside before closing the door. “I thought you were Binnie.” Seth stared at him, his confusion evident. “You’re fine. Perfect, even. You don’t even have to knock.”
For a moment, Seth seemed amused, but then his expression fell.
Saint frowned. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Seth’s breath hitched at the term of endearment, but he didn’t say anything, just put his hands on Saint’s bare chest and pushed. Saint studied his pink cheeks and downcast gaze, his curiosity peaked as he let the omega walk him backwards across the room.
When his knees hit the mattress, Seth shoved him onto the bed, then climbed right on top of him, nuzzling his nose against Saint’s scent gland, whimpering. The sound went straight to Saint’s dick.
“‘s this okay?” Seth asked, voice muffled.
Saint almost snorted at the absurdity of the question. He’d let Seth kick him in the balls if he asked. But he didn’t say that. Seth had come to him. He’d made the first move. Saint wasn’t about to spook him. But he did need to warn him.
“I’m so okay with this. If you’re okay with how insanely horny it’s making me,” Saint countered, his hands already finding their way into Seth’s hair, tilting his neck to give the omega more access.
Seth made a noise Saint assumed was in agreement, making no effort to stop himself from scenting him, making these cute little snuffling sounds that Saint found adorable. But if he didn’t stop soon, Saint was going to get hard and Seth might panic.
But the omega seemed oblivious to Saint’s plight, rubbing his nose and cheeks against his throat. When he shifted on top of him to get even closer, Saint bit off a groan. Seth was hard against Saint’s belly, a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. Fuck. Seth was already hard for him. Saint could smell it. He wasn’t strong enough for this. Seemed his little omega was tired of humping his pillow.
“Are you alright?” Saint asked, free hand sliding down Seth’s back, instinctively going to slip his hands into Seth’s pants, wanting to feel that sweet sticky wetness for himself, before remembering he didn’t have a right to do that. He slid them up under the boy’s shirt instead. His skin was warm and smooth beneath Saint’s hands.
Seth whined. “I think I’m in pre-heat…again.”
All the blood in Saint’s head relocated to his dick so quickly he grew light-headed. “Are you sure?” he rasped.
Seth paused. “Not a hundred percent sure. But the symptoms are there,” he said, pulling his face from Saint’s neck just to rub his nose against his cheek.
“Like…” Saint managed, forcing himself to concentrate as every minute movement rubbed Seth’s dick against his stomach.
“I’m hot, cranky, horny. I spent the last hour in the laundry room trying not to steal everyone”s clothes.”
“Aw, baby. Are you nesting?” Saint asked, the idea making him almost feral.
Seth’s face formed an adorable pout. “I tried, but everybody’s laundry was clean,” he said, forlorn.
He wanted Seth to make a nest with their pack’s clothing, but he wanted his scent to be the strongest, the one Seth coveted most.
“You can have anything you want from my dirty laundry.” Seth’s pretty brown eyes went wide. “If you want,” Saint added lamely.
Why was he so bad at this?
“Really?” Seth asked shyly.
Saint nodded, pushing Seth’s bangs from his face. “I’d give you anything. Was that unclear?”
Seth leaned closer, his forearms resting on either side of Saint’s head until their lips were inches apart. “Anything?”
“Anything,” Saint promised.
Seth moved even closer, then hesitated. Was he going to kiss him? Saint fought the urge to grab his face and smash their mouths together. It needed to be Seth’s decision. He searched Saint’s face, brow furrowed. He nodded, hoping Seth knew what he meant. He consented. To everything. Seth could do anything to him.
Seth connected their mouths timidly, trapping Saint’s bottom lip between his own. Before he could even register the touch, the omega pulled back, looking a little lost. Saint cradled his head, drawing him back down slowly, giving him ample time to pull away before connecting their mouths, letting the kiss linger, but not deepening it.
When he broke the kiss, Seth whined, high and needy, sending a jolt of desire straight through him.
“Want more?” Saint asked, running his thumb across Seth’s full bottom lip. He nodded, mouth forming that silly little pout that rendered Saint absolutely powerless. “Use your words, little one.”
“Please,” Seth whispered.
Saint groaned. “So polite. So sweet,” he murmured, pulling him back down to capture his lips once more, this time his tongue sweeping inside.
Seth melted against him, making a helpless sound as he opened for him, letting Saint explore, take what he wanted, totally pliant. “Fuck, I love your mouth,” Saint said between kisses. “Your lips are so pretty.”
Seth made another whiny sound that went straight to Saint’s already painfully hard cock. They’d barely kissed and he was two seconds away from just saying fuck it and sinking his teeth into the boy’s neck and claiming him right there at three o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon.
They kissed lazily for a while until Seth grew restless once more, whining in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” Saint asked, caressing his cheek.
Seth didn’t answer, just ground his hips against Saint with a pleading sound, connecting their lips once more. This time, Saint kissed him how he wanted, all teeth and tongue.
Seth sucked in a shocked breath, then moaned, blunt nails digging into his shoulders. “Please…”
Saint couldn’t stop himself. He needed the omega underneath him. He wrapped his arm around his waist, his other hand still tangled in his hair, then rolled them over. Seth squeaked in surprise, looking up at him with those deceptively innocent eyes.
“This okay?” Saint asked.
Seth nodded, eyes sliding shut and lips falling open in invitation. That wouldn’t do. He fisted his hand in Seth’s hair, tugging until the omega made a noise that was all complaint, pouting up at him. “When I ask you a question in here, I need your words. Understand, little one?”
Seth’s pupils blew wide, and he slow-blinked at him, his expression dazed. “Y-Yeah.”
“Good boy,” Saint said, dropping a kiss to his jaw. He propped one forearm next to Seth’s head, using his other to stroke his hair, drinking him in. “What do you need? Hmm?”
Seth looked away, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. Saint tugged it free, then closed his mouth around it, sucking on it. All the tension melted from Seth, another distressed sound leaving him only when Saint pulled away again.
“You don’t like making the decisions, huh?” Saint asked.
Seth shook his head, then seemed to remember Saint’s rule. “No.”
Saint rewarded him with another deep kiss. “Look at you. Using your words. My little omega is such a fast learner, already so good for me.”
Seth gazed up at him, voice soft. “It’s not that I can’t make decisions for myself. I can. But I don’t know what I’m doing here. It’s better if you…lead.”
Saint kissed his cheeks, his forehead, whatever he could reach, then said, “I’ll make the decisions if you want. In here, anyway. But you have to promise to tell me if you don’t like something. I’ll smell it if you’re distressed. So, just be honest.”
Seth nodded. “I will.”
Saint dropped a kiss to his nose. “Good.” He shifted so only half his body blanketed Seth, allowing him to run his hand down his front to cup him through his jeans, earning a wail that went straight to his dick. Seth was so needy, so desperate, so responsive to every little touch. “Do you want some help with this?”
“Please, alpha,” Seth said, breathless, startling when he realized what he’d said, face going bright red. “I?—”
“Shh,” Saint said, cutting him off with another lazy kiss. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
Seth gave a jerky nod. “Okay.”
“Can I take your clothes off?” he asked, tugging at his t-shirt.
“All of them?” Seth asked, hesitant.
“I don’t have to,” Saint said. “I can get you off with or without these on.”
He squeezed him through his pants, swallowing his desperate cry with another kiss.
“You can,” Seth said against his lips. “I’m just embarrassed.”
“Why?” Saint asked, pulling back to study him.
Seth shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had anyone just…look at me naked.”
“Fen’s never seen you naked?” Saint asked, a feeling he couldn’t quite describe building behind his ribs.
“Not totally naked. Well, not for sexy purposes. I guess we’ve all seen each other naked around the house, but this is naked for a reason. You’ll be looking at me, touching me.”
Saint ghosted his lips over Seth’s, his hand rubbing his belly. “You don’t want me looking at you?” he murmured. “Touching you? Tasting you?”
“Tasting?” Seth echoed around a broken breath.
“You can’t expect me to have a feast like this laid out in front of me and not at least sample it,” he teased, his fingers dipping lower, slipping beneath Seth’s waistband.
“Are—” Seth cut himself off, looking away. “Are you going to spend my heat with me?” he asked suddenly.
Saint froze. Ollie had said everyone had agreed to help everyone, but was Seth asking him—only him—to spend his heat with him, to take his virginity? When he realized Seth was watching anxiously, Saint caught his chin. “I intend to spend every heat with you…if you’ll have me.”
Seth’s lips fell open. “You’re crazy.”
“That’s what they tell me,” he said honestly. “Doesn’t make what I’m saying any less true.” When Seth started chewing on his bottom lip again, Saint asked, “Do you want me to spend your heat with you?”
“Yes,” Seth said, barely above a whisper. “But…”
“But…?”
“I’m…out of commission. My birth control hasn’t kicked in. I could—I could get pregnant.”
Saint snarled at his words, startling the omega. He couldn’t help it, though. He made his way down to Seth’s body, kneeling between his spread thighs, pushing his t-shirt up to press his lips to his woefully flat stomach. “I don’t want to scare you, but the thought of you carrying my baby isn’t the deterrent you think it is.”
Seth’s cock twitched at that, the scent of his slick growing more obvious. “You like it, too, huh?” Saint heard himself say. “You want me to breed you, fill you with my pups?” he asked, mouthing over the omega’s tummy.
“This is crazy. We’re strangers.”
Saint surged up to hover over Seth once more. “That wasn’t the question.” He bullied his way farther between Seth’s legs. “I asked if you liked the idea.” Seth was right. This was crazy. Their conversation was crazy. But it didn’t make it any less true. And Saint needed to hear Seth admit it. He needed to know he wasn’t the only one feeling this way.
He dipped his head, pressing his lips to his ear. “Do you want it, little one?” He bit his earlobe, then sucked at the skin just behind it. “Do you want me to knot you? Breed you? Put babies in you? Huh? You’d look so pretty all round with my baby.”
The mewling sound the omega made shot heat through Saint’s core.
“D-Do you want that?” Seth asked, fingers spasming where they clutched desperately at his broad shoulders.
Saint pressed a kiss against Seth’s scent gland, nostrils flaring when the omega immediately bared his throat to him. “You need to hear me say it? Is this one of those times you mentioned? Do you need reassurances?”
He pulled back to see tears in Seth’s eyes, but he nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. If you need me to tell you all the things that make me crazy about you, I will, but I can’t guarantee it won’t scare the shit out of you.”
“Try me,” Seth said, voice shaking.
Saint grinned. “Let’s start with the obvious. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Shut up,” Seth whispered, slapping at Saint’s chest weakly.
“I won’t, actually.” Saint stared into those big brown eyes, making sure Seth understood he was serious. “You’re smart. You make me laugh. Everyone is charmed by you. Even my wolf, who I bet is curled up on your bed right now.”
Seth grinned. “Yeah, he likes sleeping in there. Does it bother you?”
Saint shook his head. “I like that he’s protective of you. I’d much rather it was me, but he’s the next best thing.”
“You want to sleep at the foot of my bed?” Seth asked, amused.
Saint smiled. “If it meant I got to sleep in the same bed as you, I would sleep wherever you put me.”
Seth rolled his eyes, batting at Saint again. “You’re dumb.”
“And crazy, and not fit for the outside world anymore,” he confirmed. “Which is why I wouldn’t blame you for rejecting me. But I’m all in. I knew you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you and I know you felt it, too. I would claim you right now. If you got pregnant, I’d be delighted. Smug, even. The first pack baby being ours…they’d be so cute. And smell amazing.”
“Right?” Seth said with a teary smile. “That’s what I said.”
Saint went still, looking down at him, surprised. “You said that? To who?”
Seth flushed, gaze drifting away once more. “San and Fen and Deke.”
Saint brought his face back to his. “Stop running away from this. What does your gut say?”
Seth flushed impossibly darker. “What does yours say?”
Saint dropped his forehead to Seth’s. He could smell his fear, his distress, his panic. But he’d tell him as many times as he had to, every day if he had to, until Seth believed him. “That you’re mine.” He kissed his lips, licking inside before retreating, cock stirring at Seth’s whine. “Mine to kiss, mine to fuck, mine to boss around in the bedroom. Just thinking about you makes me hard, and listening to you get yourself off while crying my name is driving me crazy.”
Seth wrapped his legs around Saint’s waist, grinding against him desperately. “Then why didn’t you come get me? I kept waiting, but you never came.”
“Is that what you wanted, you little tease?” Saint asked, gripping his jaw and tilting his face before capturing him in a filthy kiss. “Did you want me to do it for you? Stuff you full of my fingers while you jerked yourself off?”
Seth gave a broken moan. “Oh, fuck, please, alpha.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, stop teasing.”
Saint sat back on his haunches, helping Seth tug his shirt over his head, then tossing it aside, before hooking his thumbs in Seth’s sweatpants, dragging his underwear down in the process, noting the wet fabric. Christ.
When Seth was laid out before him, legs spread, Saint’s brain short-circuited for a moment, not even sure where to start, just taking in his damp thighs, his pretty flushed cock leaking onto his belly, the wet spot forming on his comforter.
He couldn’t stop himself; he dipped his head, running his tongue along Seth’s thigh, groaning at the candy sweet taste of his slick. He pushed his thigh up, snaking two fingers between his cheeks. “Fuck, baby. You’re drenched,” he said before returning to lick at his skin.
“Don’t make fun of me. I can’t help it.”
Saint stopped, popping his head up to look at him. “Make fun of you? I’m trying not to come on the spot. I love that you’re already this wet for me. I want to fucking drown in your slick.”
“Later. Right now, I just need you to make me come. Please,” Seth said.
Saint’s cock throbbed. If Seth kept talking like that, he was going to pop a knot before he even fucked him. “What do you want? My fingers? My tongue?”
“Fingers,” Seth said before he even finished talking. “Fingers, please. I need to feel full.”
Saint groaned against Seth’s thigh, then moved to lie on his side, propping his head on his hand so he could watch. “Open your legs for me, little one.” Seth threw an arm over his eyes, bending his knee and splaying his legs. “Uh-uh. No hiding. Hand down.”
Seth made another whiny sound. “This is embarrassing.”
“This is hot. You’re hot,” Saint promised. “Have you ever fingered yourself?”
Seth nodded.
“Use your words,” Saint said, sharpening his tone just to see how Seth reacted.
The omega cut his gaze towards him, eyes hazy, lips parting slightly. “Yes, alpha.”
“Fuck, I bet you look pretty riding your fingers,” Saint said, returning his two fingers to Seth’s rim, circling the slick ring. “But I bet you’ll look even prettier riding mine.”
Seth cried out as Saint pushed them inside, finding no resistance. Fuck, he was definitely in pre-heat. His little omega was a few days away from begging for his knot, begging for his pups. His cock leaked at the picture his mind conjured.
Seth’s whine of frustration dragged him back to the present, to the omega trying to fuck himself on his fingers. He was right, he did look prettier this way, cheeks flushed, swollen lips parted as he panted, hips circling in desperation.
Saint gave him what he wanted, fucking his two fingers into him hard and fast, punching these whiny little uh-uh-uhs out of him with each thrust until Seth cried, “More. More, please. I can take it.”
Saint caught his hand in Seth’s hair, dragging their mouths together as he added a third finger, groaning into Seth’s mouth as the tight, wet heat of his walls sucked him in. Saint worked him open, searching, searching, searching until?—
Seth screamed into his mouth as Saint found his prostate, applying a steady pressure. “Feel good?”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” Seth babbled against Saint’s lips, too far gone to do anything but pant and whine into his mouth. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Can I touch myself? Please?”
Holy fuck. Was he asking permission? He really was such a fast learner. His good boy. His perfect omega. “Sure, little one. Show me. Show me how you get yourself off when you whine my name.”
Seth whimpered, running his fingers through the slick on his thighs, then wrapped a hand around his own cock, jerking himself in time with Saint’s thrusts. Fuck, he was beautiful. His head thrown back, tiny little cries falling from his lips each time Saint fucked his fingers into him, twisting them just right.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned. “Can I? Can I come?”
Fucking hell. “Yeah, baby. You’ve been so good. You can come.”
Saint bit back a groan as Seth clenched hard on his fingers, his release spilling over his fist as he cried Saint’s name. Saint got to experience his release from the inside, inner walls spasming around him. How would that feel on his knot? Fuck.
When Seth’s body relaxed and he made a disgruntled sound, Saint gently slipped his hand from between his legs. Seth rolled onto his side, gazing up at Saint, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
“What?” Saint asked.
“Now you.”
“What?” Saint asked.
“Now you. It’s only fair. You got to watch me. I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me jerk off?” Saint repeated, his cock already very much on board.
Seth nodded shyly. “Please?”
“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” Seth beamed. “I know you’re going to use this power against me.”
Saint went to pull his shorts out of the way when Seth stopped him. “Can…Can you kneel between my legs and do it.”
Seth was lucky Saint didn’t come right there on the spot. Fuck. “Sure, whatever you want.”
Seth opened his legs wider in invitation, his spent cock still covered in his cum, his slick leaking onto Saint’s covers. He looked well fucked. Once he was where Seth wanted him, Saint hooked his fingers into his shorts and slid them down, not missing the way Seth licked his lips as his cock sprung free.
Saint grinned, fisting himself. “See something you like?” he asked for the second time in an hour.
Seth nodded. “I want to watch you come.”
“Somebody’s getting over his shyness,” Saint grunted, stroking himself faster.
Seth’s eyes were all pupil, locked on Saint’s hand as he worked himself.
“Fuck, you look so good naked in my bed,” he gasped, already feeling that familiar heat pooling, pleasure zipping through him with each pull, Seth’s heavy gaze almost as good as his touch.
“Do you think about me at night?” Seth asked, letting his hand slide up to rub over his own nipple, putting on a show for Saint. It was unnecessary, but so appreciated.
“You know I do,” Saint managed.
When Seth spoke again, his tone was almost taunting, his hand sliding over his belly. “Do you think about me on all fours, fucking me into the mattress, stuffing me full of your knot?” Seth asked, his bold words sending Saint hurtling towards his own orgasm.
“Such a filthy little mouth,” Saint said. “You’re gonna make me come embarrassingly fast.”
“Do it. Mark me,” Seth begged. “Come on my stomach. Please? I want it.”
Fucking hell. That was all it took. Saint fell forward, catching his hand against the headboard as he painted his release across Seth’s stomach, his whole body shuddering.
He sat back on his knees, then slid a palm over the mess he made, rubbing it into Seth’s skin. “This what you wanted? To smell like me? You want everyone to know you’re mine?”
Seth blushed but nodded.
Saint collapsed on top of him, burying his face. “You have a couple of days to decide.”
Seth was silent for a long moment. “Decide what?”
“If you’re willing to risk me knocking you up. Because I am. I want nothing more than to spend the next several days fucking my pups into you, trying to make them stick. And if you let me, I’ll claim you, too. But the choice is yours. I get it if it’s a risk you’re not willing to take. You’re still young.”
They lay there, just breathing in each other’s scent, Saint mouthing at Seth’s scent gland.
“Saint?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t need to think about it.”
Saint propped himself up. “No?”
“I want it. All of it. I don’t care what happens. I’m all in, too.”
“Are you sure?” Saint asked.
Seth nodded. “Totally.” Saint worked his arms underneath Seth to hold him tighter, to breathe him in deeper. After a moment, Seth added, “But can we not tell the others? It’s none of their business.”
“I can do that.”