Vengeful Bonds: Season One

23. Seth

Seth nestled deeper into Saint’s throat with a contented sigh, rubbing his cheek against the alpha’s scent gland like a cat. “You smell so good,” he said dreamily. “Perfect.”

He’d never been carried like this before. He could get used to it. Saint did it with ease, like Seth weighed next to nothing. Some part of Seth—the part that wasn’t too far gone just yet—knew this would probably embarrass him later.

But in the grand scheme of things, this would be the least humiliating thing he did during his heat. He already had that floaty, tipsy, fizzy brain feeling that happened when he teetered on the edge of his heat.

It usually took a few days to go from wondering if his heat was coming to being in the thick of it, but with Deke’s super-rut, it seemed like everything was happening at warp speed. He knew he had very little time to enjoy this part of things before his hormones dragged him under.

This was the best time, where everything was happy and fun and he was a little bit horny, a lot silly, and just wanted to be scented and cuddled and babied just a little. He needed Saint to touch him, to rub all over him, to mark Seth so thoroughly inside and out that nobody would ever question who he belonged to.

“Make me smell like you…” he whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around Saint’s neck to snuggle deeper, letting the rich, spicy buttered rum scent flood his senses. “You smell good enough to eat.”

“Yeah?” Saint asked, huffing out a laugh.

Seth pouted. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“How could I not, silly boy,” he asked, squeezing tighter for just a moment, “when you’re being so cute and clingy?”

“Because I can”t help it,” he whined. “You can’t make fun of me when I’m literally incapable of acting any other way.”

Saint hummed. “I’m always gonna tease you. That’s my right as your alpha. But I think you like it.”

“Do not,” Seth lied huffily.

He did like it. He liked it so much. Being the sole focus of Saint’s attention was like standing in the sun. He was so hot and intense, his touch scorching. When Saint teased him, he felt sexy and wanted, like nobody existed but just the two of them.

Seth winced, his insides giving a sharp tug, dragging him from his thoughts. His heat wouldn’t be nearly as pleasant in a few hours. He made big, sad eyes at Saint. “It hurts.”

As predicted, Saint’s whole demeanor changed, his amusement morphing into concern so fast it would almost be comical if he wasn’t actually in pain.

“Are you cramping already, little one?” he asked, frowning.

Seth nodded, somewhat nullified by Saint’s obvious concern. His abdomen clenched, a million tiny minions stabbing little knives into his painfully sensitive internal organs over and over again. Being an omega sucked sometimes. Most of the time, really.

Pre-heat was tolerable, but once his heat really got going, he would be a whole different person. One whose body decided how much pain he deserved based solely on how many times he allowed an alpha to knot him. And since Seth had never allowed anyone inside him, the few heats he’d experienced had been him locked in a room, sweating and feverish, writhing in pain, crying out for someone—anyone—to knot him. It was fucking embarrassing, even if it was something that happened to all omegas.

But for now, it was simply a minor inconvenience and a few ruined pairs of underwear. Luckily, Binnie’s grandmother had kept the house well-stocked for guests’ heats so there were mattress protectors and sheets that could withstand the, quite frankly unnecessary, amount of slick his body was producing.

There was no way Saint couldn’t smell how…ready he was. For him. For his alpha. For his knot. Seth’s stomach swooped. Were they really doing this? Did Saint truly want to claim him, mate him, have babies with him? It was crazy. They were crazy…but he wouldn’t say no.

“Are you taking me to my room?” Seth asked as Saint strode to the opposite wing where their rooms resided.

Saint glanced down at him. “Yes. Is that alright?”

Seth nodded, a goofy smile on his face. “Will you scent me when we get there?”

Saint gave him a soft look. “Yes, baby.”

“Yay,” he said, wiggling happily, then gave Saint what he hoped was a sultry look. “Will you scent me naked?”

Seth fought a smile as Saint choked on his own spit, then adjusted his hold on him, giving him a look. “Careful, silly boy.”

Seth pooched out his bottom lip. “Is that a no?”

Saint snorted. “No.”

“Is it a yes?”Seth huffed.

“We’ll see,” he said, noncommittal.

Seth blew a breath out through his nose. Weren’t alphas supposed to be losing their minds around an omega in heat? Weren’t they supposed to be trying to bend them over every available surface? That was what Loch was probably doing to Fen right now. It was definitely what Deke was doing to Ollie and he was a beta.

What was Seth doing wrong? Maybe he just needed to be more obvious.

He nuzzled Saint’s scent gland, then licked a broad stripe across the skin, earning another low rumble. “Behave,”Saint said darkly.

That was a little better.

Once they arrived, Saint jostled Seth to get the bedroom door open without dropping him, then kicked it closed behind them, stopping short to take in Seth’s bed. Oh, right. His nest. He flushed as Saint’s gaze roved all over the mattress, taking in the carefully placed clothing in a vaguely bowl-like shape.

He still wasn’t very good at it. He didn’t have as much practice as those traditional omegas who refused suppressants because they were unnatural.

“I know it’s not perfect,” Seth said. “I’ll get better at it with practice.”

Saint’s gaze locked on Seth’s pillows. Specifically, Saint’s clothing laid over Seth’s pillow. He’d spent the whole night sleeping fitfully, his nose buried in his alpha’s sweaty gym hoodie while he rutted against the mattress.

“Do you like it?” Seth asked, then chewed on his bottom lip, hating how much it mattered.

Saint gave him a heated look. “It’s pretty. You did good, baby.”

Seth’s heart did cartwheels in his chest. “Really?”

Saint frowned. “Of course,” he said. “Why would I lie?”

Seth sighed, answering honestly, “‘Cause you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”

The alpha gave him a look, then carried him to the foot of the bed, setting him on his feet. “Nobody has ever accused me of being tactful.” He bent and kissed Seth’s nose. “But I admit, I’m a little biased when it comes to you.”

Seth dropped his gaze to look at his ducky slippers, fighting the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. If this was a cartoon, he would be twirling in a circle with hearts exploding over his head. “Yeah?” he asked, fishing for more compliments.

Saint hummed in the affirmative, hooking his finger under Seth’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze, his voice honeyed as he asked, “You gonna be good for me, little one?”

Seth shivered, skin growing warm. “Yes.”

Saint studied his face, expression enigmatic, pulling down his bottom lip with this thumb before releasing it with a wet pop. “Yes, what?”

Seth’s insides melted, more slick leaking into his definitely destroyed underwear. “Yes, alpha,” he managed, thoughts growing hazy.

Saint hummed, pleased. “Good boy.” Seth bit back a whimper. “Lift your arms.”

Seth raised his arms without thought before his brain had even processed the request, like he was completely under his alpha’s control. Something about that idea soothed him. He didn’t have to think or worry with Saint there, he just had to be. He would take care of him. He would know what to do.

The alpha tugged his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, his gaze hungry as he looked over the newly exposed skin. Seth had to fight every instinct to cover himself up. Nobody had ever looked at him like this before.

Saint ghosted his knuckle over one nipple, watching it pebble, licking his lips like he was thinking about dipping down to sample the flesh. “You have the prettiest skin. Soft. Smooth.”

“Do not,” he muttered. Saint raised a brow, giving him a look that had him mumbling, “Sorry, alpha.”

“You’re such a fast learner,” Saint said, sounding so proud Seth’s insides tingled, elation making him feel high.

Saint pinched his chin between thumb and forefinger, holding him gently as he connected their mouths in a soft kiss before pulling back. Seth whined, hands landing on the alpha’s shoulders. Saint gave him one more appraising look, one hand sliding from his chin to his throat, the other burying itself in his hair as he gripped him tight, claiming his mouth. Seth sucked in a breath through his nose, hands gripping Saint’s shirt, worried his knees might give out.

When he whimpered, Saint deepened the kiss, tongue plunging inside, exploring Seth’s mouth like he had a claim. All the blood rushed from his head to his cock, slick running down his thighs, his body already more than willing to present for his alpha. How had Seth existed all these years without this? That fuzzy feeling in his brain intensified. He lost himself in Saint’s kiss, letting him take, take, take, his body growing looser, his thoughts hazier each time their lips met.

When Saint broke away, Seth was panting, gaze unfocused. His lips felt swollen and tingly, his mouth thoroughly ravished. Saint sank to his knees before him. Seth carded his fingers through his hair, too far gone to even ponder what the alpha planned. They both knew Seth would let him do anything.

“Hold onto me,” Saint said, voice quiet but commanding.

“Okay,” he said, hands sliding down to grip his cheeks, earning another amused huff. Seth smiled, too. He’d made his alpha laugh.

Saint picked up his foot, removing his ducky slipper and sock, before releasing it to do the same thing on the other side. With that handled, he came up on his knees, fingers teasing at Seth’s waistband. Before the omega could even guess his next move, Saint gripped his waist, dragging him forward to press his face into Seth’s soft belly. Seth gasped as Saint placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses below his belly button, squeezing his hips.

“I can’t wait to put a baby in you,” he murmured against his skin.

Seth made an embarrassingly needy sound, hands tangling in the alpha’s hair once more as he rubbed his face against him, voice filled with reverence. “You’re gonna look even sexier than you do right now.”

“You’re crazy,” Seth said, nipples and cock painfully hard as he pressed Saint’s lips harder against his belly.

“So they say,” Saint rasped, hands yanking open the button fly of his jeans, not even peeling them off before mouthing over the bulge in Seth’s underwear.

Seth moaned, nails scratching over the alpha’s scalp as he tried to keep his legs under him, his heartbeat loud in his own ears. Saint hooked his hands into the waistband, dragging both his jeans and underwear down and off.

Then Seth was naked. Fully naked. “What are you doing?” he asked dazedly.

Saint flicked his gaze upwards, all pupils, voice gruff. “You asked me to scent you…naked.”

Okay, yes, true. He had said that. But that wasn’t what he meant. He’d meant both of them, naked in bed, as intended. Not him alone, exposed and vulnerable, his cock flushed and leaking, copious amounts of slick coating his ass and thighs, while Saint kneeled before him fully dressed.

“Both of us naked,” Seth whispered, his skin turning pink. “I meant both of us.”

Saint stood, picking Seth up and tossing him on the bed like a rag doll. “Then you should be more careful what you ask for.”

Seth scrambled backwards as Saint crawled onto the bed, stalking him. He grabbed him by the ankles, yanking until Seth was on his back.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. Seth bit back a whine, hesitating until the alpha once more snapped his gaze to his.

Seth swallowed hard, saliva pooling in his mouth, his insides bubbling like warm honey. He bent his knees, then opened his legs. Saint made an impatient sound, then pushed them wider, leaning in to run the flat of his tongue from Seth’s knee to the crease of his thigh, before burying his face against the scent gland there.

Saint’s nostrils flared. “I can smell how ready you are. Your body wants me to breed you so fucking badly,” he growled.

Seth trembled, tossing his arm over his eyes. Saint was lapping at the much smaller gland, sucking at it, dragging his teeth over it, rubbing his cheek against it. When Seth had asked him to scent him, this wasn’t the method he’d imagined, but he had to admit, it was the far superior option.

Saint pushed his face into Seth’s crotch, sucking at his balls, pushing his legs up to lap at his hole, then licking his way up his cock. He was everywhere, his saliva coating every part of Seth’s sex organs. Still, he didn’t stop. He was on a mission of some kind, and the sounds he made as he sucked huge purple marks into the omega’s thighs were barely human.

Was Saint going into rut? It made sense. The idea of losing his virginity with an alpha in rut was as terrifying as it was intoxicating. Their bodies would know what to do, even if their brains had left the chat. He yelped as teeth sank into his thigh, breaking skin, his cock throbbing as Saint sucked the wound then licked over it gingerly.

“Are you okay?” Seth asked, dragging Saint up until they were eye to eye.

Saint’s gaze was hazy, unfocused, his mouth wet with slick and blood. He kissed Seth deeply, the sweet iron taste of his own fluids exploding on his tongue.

“I’m not sure,” Saint admitted when he broke the kiss. “I was fine a few minutes ago, but now…”

“It’s okay. It will be fine.”

Saint’s weight was heavy over half his body. He skimmed a hand down until his palm was splayed over Seth’s tummy. “If I’m in rut, I am definitely going to try to breed you.”

“I know,” Seth said, breathless.

“I’ll claim you…mate you…”

Seth frowned, confused. They’d talked about this. “And you don’t want that?”

“Of course, I want that,” Saint said. “But I want to make sure you still want it before either of us are able to make the decision rationally.”

Seth sighed. “I haven’t been able to be rational about you since the moment we met.”

Saint grinned. “Me neither.”

Seth’s insides fluttered, then clenched hard, almost as if reminding him that they were there for one reason and one reason only.

“I’m going to make you come a few times before I knot you. I think it will help. Okay, baby?”

“Is that a real question?” Seth asked with a soft laugh.

Saint grinned. “You can come whenever you want. Understand?”

Seth bit his lip at the implication there would be times when Saint denied him that right. Why was that so hot? Maybe Seth had Daddy issues, after all. “Yes, alpha,” he said on a sigh.

Saint slid down his body once again, sucking at Seth’s balls long enough to have him moaning before running his tongue up the underside of his cock, taking the head between his lips, sucking in a way that had Seth’s hips bucking upwards against his will.

Saint pulled off, swiping two fingers between Seth’s cheeks, using his slick to coat his palm before he wrapped his hand around him. He jerked him off with a steady stroke like he wanted to make him come as fast as possible.

Seth gave the most debauched moan, writhing beneath him, toes curling as the heavenly sensation pooling low in his belly intensified, desperate little whines falling from his lips as Saint worked him over with purpose, letting him ride that wave of pleasure.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” he cried a moment before he spilled over Saint’s fist, shockwaves rolling through him as the alpha continued to work him through it.

Seth was breathing hard. Usually, there was a refractory period, oversensitivity, a need to just catch his breath. During heat, there was none of that. Despite the mind-numbingly delectable orgasm he’d just had, he was still rock hard and would stay that way until Saint’s knot was locked inside him.

Seth watched, mouth open, as Saint leaned over him, lapping up his cum where it pooled on his stomach. Seth pushed fingers through his soft chestnut hair, hard and aching, but also weirdly content knowing his alpha would take care of him.

When Saint decided he was sufficiently clean, he crawled upwards to loom over Seth, his eyes a little wilder than before. He gripped Seth’s chin, pulling it down, then licked into his mouth, letting him taste his own release. He bit at Seth’s swollen lips, then his jaw, nibbling his way to his ear.

“Who do you belong to, little one?” he rasped in his ear.

Seth whined. “You, alpha.”

“After tonight, you’ll be mine in every way.”

Seth throbbed. “Yes, alpha.”

“Outside of this room, I’m yours to command,” he purred, his words sending the most maddening vibrations through him. “I will kill for you. Die for you. You, our pups, and our pack will be my whole world…”

“Yes, alpha.”

He pulled back to look at him, to push his thumb between his lips. “But in here…in our bed…”

Ours.The thought made Seth throb.

He closed his lips around the salty flesh that still tasted vaguely of his cum. He sucked at it, holding his breath as he waited for Saint to finish his sentence. He almost came completely untouched when Saint switched his thumb for three fingers, forcing them to the back of his throat. “You’re mine to do with as I please. Understand?”

Seth felt a little pathetic, legs spread, knees bent, covered in spit, slick, cum, and blood, his mouth stuffed full of his alpha’s dirty fingers. He loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He nodded, tears pricking his eyes.

“Good boy,” Saint said, pulling his hand free to capture his mouth in a messy kiss, saliva dripping from his lips to coat his chin. “You”re so pretty, so perfect. My sweet, filthy, little omega. I’m going to suck you off, then I’m gonna fuck my babies into you, make you clench on my knot again and again until you’re so full your little belly sticks out. Then I’m going to claim you, make you mine for good.”

Seth made a pathetic sound, his cock releasing so much precum it rolled down his now achingly hard cock. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

Saint’s hand wrapped around his throat, just resting there, looking him in the eye. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I can say anything to you in here, right?”

Pleasure shocked through him. “Yes, alpha.”

Saint brushed his thumb over his bottom lip once more. “I knew you were a fast learner.” Seth warmed at his alpha’s praise. Saint’s lips twitched in an aborted smile. “You love that, don’t you?”

“What?” Seth whispered.

He ignored the question at first, brushing Seth’s sweaty hair from his forehead. “My pretty omega,” he murmured, voice like silk. “My sweet boy. My perfect mate.” Seth couldn’t stop the low keen that sprang from deep within. Saint grinned, now stroking his cheek. “You love being praised,” he said, punctuating each observation with a kiss. “Being babied. Being taken care of.”

Embarrassment lanced through Seth, knife sharp and fatal. Was Saint teasing him about that now? When he was in heat? Any omega in heat craved their alpha’s approval. Besides, he was honest about needing validation from the beginning. He told Saint to find a better mate. Was he just playing with him?

“I told you I did,” Seth said, chin going up defiantly, fighting tears. “It’s not my fault if you didn’t listen.”

Saint gripped his fluffy cheeks, forcing his eyes upwards. “I have every word you’ve ever uttered to me committed to memory, smart mouth.” Relief flooded Seth so fast he was dizzy with it. “I was trying to be sweet with you. Gentle. But that’s really not me. Not in here. If you want to be a brat, I can show you how I handle brats. The choice is yours.”

Fuck. Seth desperately wanted to know how Saint handled brats. So much so he almost talked back, the words heavy on the tip of his tongue. But this was their first time. Maybe he should play the dutiful omega before they decided to dive into anything deeper.

“No, alpha. Sorry, alpha,” he simpered, giving him his biggest, puppy dog eyes. “I’m in heat. Be nice to me.”

Saint kissed him twice sweetly, then once filthily, fucking his tongue into his mouth before pulling free to say, “Oh, princess. Alpha’s gonna be so nice to you,” he murmured. There was a promise in his words. But it had teeth. “Put your hands on the headboard. Don’t move them unless I tell you.”

Seth complied, watching as Saint kissed his way down his body, stopping to flick his tongue over each of his nipples, giving them a long look like he would make sure to give them his full attention some other time. Then he was settling between Seth’s legs once more, gripping his cock, holding his gaze as he sank down, enveloping him in the most perfect wet heat. He gave a pathetic little cry, his whole body jerking with pleasure, his leg kicking out.

Fucking hell.

“Alpha…” His hands started to leave the headboard, his first instinct to grab Saint’s hair and pull him back, to pull him off. It was too much, too good. Nothing should feel this fucking good.

Saint raised a brow in warning without even breaking his rhythm. Even with his mouth full, he looked terrifying. Seth returned his hands to the headboard, eyes floating shut when the alpha began to bob his head, taking him deeper and deeper until Seth was forced into the tight squeeze of his throat, punching a strangled whine from him each time he sank down.

Somehow, having his eyes closed was worse. Saint gave a messy blowjob, spit running from his mouth, making a wet sound each time he jerked him with his hand, then sucking obscenely—loudly—every time he sucked. It was embarrassingly loud, and Seth had never been so turned on in his life.

When Saint’s tongue started working the underside of his cock, Seth tried to fuck himself deeper. Saint clamped down on his hips, forcing him to hold still while he tormented him in the most pleasurable way possible.

“I’m close,” he whispered, unable to stop the aborted movements of his hips, hands fisting in the clothing closest to the headboard. Saint pressed him down harder, doubling his efforts, until it felt like there was a wire inside him, pulling tighter and tighter. “I’m gonna come,” he warned frantically. “I’m gonna come.”

Saint twisted his hand, hollowing his cheeks. The wire snapped, Seth giving a shattered cry as he flooded Saint’s mouth with his second orgasm. He was still hard but at least he wasn’t trying to fuck himself on a piece of silicone. “This is so much better than doing this alone,” he whispered to nobody in particular.

Saint sucked him for another minute or two, then pulled off, resting his head on his rapidly rising and falling belly. A fresh wave of cramps hit Seth, causing him to cry out, abdomen tensing beneath Saint’s cheek.

He knew Saint wanted to make this good for him, wanted his first time to be memorable and not purely from necessity, but Seth’s body didn’t give a fuck. “Alpha…” Seth said with a pained whine. “Hurts.”

Saint kissed his hip. “I’m right here, pretty baby. I got you.”

Seth watched as the alpha got to his knees, rolling Seth onto his belly then yanking his hips into the air like he weighed nothing. A startled yelp escaped him as Saint brought both hands down hard on his ass, then pulled him apart. He buried his face in his pillow, huffing Saint’s scent like it was glue. Maybe if he was high enough on pheromones, he could forget the fact that Saint was staring at his needy, clenching hole.

He gave a muffled shout as a soft tongue licked from his perineum to his rim, then two rough fingers pushed inside him, pumping in and out easily. Saint spread his fingers inside him, fucking his tongue in between, setting off little shocks of pleasure. He leaned back, then added a third finger, curling them inside the omega until he found his prostate, then prodding at it while Seth wailed and gushed slick.

Saint seemed determined to ruin him. Something was shifting in Seth’s brain. He could feel his omega taking over, his own thoughts growing a little fuzzier, a bit hazy, like a thick fog surrounding them. His need started to claw at his insides.

Saint fucked his slick back into him with four fingers, a filthy squelching sound making Seth’s already flushed skin burn like fire. Saint didn’t seem to have any shyness at all, dipping his head to lick around his stretched entrance like it was perfectly normal. “Look how well you’re taking it. Are you ready now?”

Seth nodded against the pillow before realizing he couldn’t see him. He went to lift his head but then Saint sealed his mouth over his swollen hole, sucking at the sensitive skin there, pulling another needy whine from him.

Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.

His brain was wrapped in cotton now, his nerves on high alert, every touch electrifying his insides until his cock was bobbing painfully between his legs. He couldn’t take anymore, his insides were clenching, his omega trying to take over.

“Want alpha…” Seth managed, shocked by the slur of his words. “Please…”

Saint pulled back, sounding a little dazed himself. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to have you riding my tongue later. I am gonna drown in your slick.”

A low groan punched from Seth’s lips at the thought. He was so caught up in imagining the scenario, he barely registered Saint moving. That was when he remembered his alpha was still fully dressed. He’d given him two orgasms, defiled his body in several ways, and he hadn’t even taken his shirt off.

Seth wanted to watch, wanted to take in every single detail of his alpha’s perfect body. But as soon as he pulled his shirt off, Seth’s omega brain kicked in, snatching the clothing and arranging it just so in his nest. Saint grinned, continuing to undress, handing each subsequent item to him to place just so, looking at him like he was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. The jerk.

When Saint finished, Seth let himself look. His fully naked alpha was the most beautiful man in the world. His face was impossibly pretty, even with that white scar on his cheek, his body carved by gods, his cock heavy and hard. Seth licked his lips as he watched Saint crawl back into the nest. He expected to be pushed onto his back or brought back to his knees.

Instead, Saint sat with his back to the headboard.

He patted his lap, then gave his cock a few strokes. “Come here, little one.”

Panic shot through Seth. Saint wanted him to ride him? He looked at the alpha’s cock in his hand, noting that he could barely wrap his own fist around it. Seth would embarrass himself before they even started.

“Stop overthinking and do what you’re told,” Saint said gently, pulling him from his thoughts. “I’m in charge in here, remember? You don’t have to do any of the thinking or decision making. Okay?” Seth nodded, then worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “I promise, I’m gonna do all the work.”

Seth hesitated for another moment, then crawled to him, throwing his leg over the alpha’s thick thighs. This was so much more…intimate. They were nose to nose. “Oh.”

Seth made a point to sit low on his thighs, both their cocks rubbing together in a way that made them both groan. But then Saint smiled, using both hands to comb Seth’s sweaty hair off his face, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. Seth’s skin was on fire everywhere they touched, his heart pounding so heavy in his chest he was dizzy with it.

Saint cupped his face, ghosting his lips over his, once, twice. “Do you trust me?”

Seth nodded, dazed.

He gasped, coming up on his knees once more as the alpha reached between his legs, rubbing over his hole, seemingly satisfied with what he found. He wrapped an arm around Seth’s waist. “Open your knees a tiny bit,” he said.

It didn’t even occur to Seth to question it, he just…did. He gasped as he felt a blunt pressure against his rim. He froze, shooting a terrified look at his alpha. “I don’t think this is gonna work.”

Saint smiled. “It will. I promise.” He kissed his lips once more then looked him in the eye. He had the most beautiful eyes Seth had ever seen. “Last chance, baby. You still want my knot?”

Tears sprang to Seth’s eyes out of nowhere. “Yes.”

Saint trailed a finger over his scent gland, right where a mating bite would be. “Still want me to claim you?”

Those tears spilled hot down his cheeks as he choked on a sob. “So much.”

Saint brushed his tears away, voice husky as he asked, “Still want my pups?”

He was just crying now, like a big baby, nodding his head frantically. “Please.”

Saint’s hand tangled in Seth’s hair, sealing their mouths together as his cock pushed inside. Saint swallowed Seth’s scream as he continued to pull him down onto his length.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can barely move.”

“No,” Seth sniffled, tears flowing freely. “You’re too big. It’s too big. It’s not going to fit. It can’t. There’s nowhere for it to go.”

Seth knew he was being ridiculous. His body was made for this. But he hadn’t been prepared for the invasion, for the way it felt like he was being cleaved in two, like Saint’s cock went on forever. He dropped his forehead to Saint’s shoulder, embarrassed at his tears. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Saint was barely hanging onto his patience. Seth could hear his ragged breaths, feel the tension in every muscle as he held back every natural instinct he possessed. Seth lifted his head. “I’m sor?—”

Saint dragged him in, crashing their mouths together, kissing him like he was the only thing that stood between Saint and death, like he was the most important thing in the world. He kissed him like he was trying to say he loved him.

Saint held him still as they kissed, fucking up into him with short, shallow thrusts, like he was trying to get him used to what was to come. Soon, they were no longer kissing, just breathing in each other’s space, foreheads pressed together.

Finally, he sobbed, “Am I doing something wrong?”

“Shh,” Saint soothed, licking at his tears. “You’re just scared. Your body’s tensing up, which is causing pain, which is scaring you even more. It’s a feedback loop. Just breathe.”

Seth took a deep breath and let it out, over and over, shivering as Saint lazily rolled his hips upward a little bit at a time until some of the tension bled from Seth’s shoulders.

“I’m good…I think.”

“Maybe we should just rip off the Band-Aid.”

“What?”

Saint gave him another soft kiss, then dragged Seth’s hips down as he drove up, bottoming out in one deep thrust. He screamed, more out of fear than pain. The pain was sharp and burning, then dull, then gone completely.

“See,” Saint teased. “Not so bad.”

“That was mean,” Seth said, voice still thick with tears.

Not so bad? Seth was sure he could feel Saint tickling his tonsils. He clenched around him, then whined when Saint hissed, giving him a heated look. “Sorry,” Seth whispered.

“Why are you sorry? You feel so fucking good. I’m going crazy here. I’m just trying to control my alpha because he wants to put you on your hands and knees and use you until you’re broken and begging.”

Seth moaned at the thought, earning a surprised brow raise from Saint. “We’ll explore that reaction later,” he promised, reaching down and grabbing Seth’s ass, pulling him open to work himself even deeper.

Seth’s hands shook as he placed them on Saint’s shoulders, then rose up onto his knees before sinking back down once more, both of them moaning. He did it again and again until he got a rhythm going, until Saint was watching him hungrily, grunting each time he dropped down on him again.

“And you were worried about riding me,” Saint panted, letting Seth fuck himself on his cock. “You are taking it beautifully. My pretty baby. My perfect little omega.”

It was so good. Each time he rose just right, the head of Saint’s cock dragged over his prostate, sending delicious surges of heat through him. He used Saint’s shoulders to stay balanced but risked dropping one to his belly. “Feel so full. No wonder my omega is such a slut for this.” Saint laughed. Seth looked at his alpha with wide eyes. “You can…you can move. You can…fuck me now.”

“Tired already?”

Seth nodded.

Saint gripped him by the hips, driving up into him hard and fast, wasting no time building up to it. “Oh,” Seth said, wondrous. “Oh, wow. Yeah, no. This is way better when you do it,” he gasped. Saint huffed out a laugh, but Seth was too far gone to hear it. He was clinging to Saint’s neck, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside, so wet. Your walls are just sucking me deeper every time, like you’re trying to swallow me whole.”

“I would if it meant feeling like this all the time,” Seth promised. “Oh, fuck. This is so good. Fuck, harder. Please.”

“Christ.”

Saint started pulling Seth’s hips into him each time he drove his hips up until Seth was practically screaming whenever Saint’s hips met his ass. Seth was floating, his body a live wire, sparking every time Saint’s cock grazed his prostate.

He could feel Saint’s knot growing, stretching him with each thrust. “Knot me. Knot me now. Please? Fill me up. Come inside me. Give me your babies. Give me your bite.”

Saint growled, holding him in place so he could sling his hips up into him. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so full,” he growled, slamming him down on his growing knot until it no longer went in easily, just slamming against his rim. “Gonna give you my pups. Gonna give you my bite.”

A sob punched from Seth’s throat as he nodded frantically. “Do it, knot me, bite me, breed me.”

Seth screamed as Saint drove into him one last time, forcing his knot past his rim just as his teeth sank into his throat. His orgasm ripped from him out of nowhere, his whole body seizing with pleasure, his release painting both their bellies.

Saint released his shoulder, kissing him deeply, his blood smeared across his lips. “Bite me.”

Seth closed his eyes and settled his teeth over Saint’s scent gland, biting until iron exploded on his tongue and it felt like the air was sucked from his lungs. “I can feel you,” he whispered. He could. He could feel everything Saint felt, the pleasure, the love, the elation. “Is this what being mated feels like?”

He collapsed his cheek to Saint’s shoulder, letting Saint use him, grinding himself against Seth two more times before he came with a grunt, filling him up. His knot was impossibly big, grinding just right against Seth’s prostate but he was too tired to do anything, even hold up his head.

Please, let it take…please.

“Is it done?” he slurred. “Are you mine now?”

“I was always yours,” Saint said, licking at Seth’s mating bite. “Now, everyone will know it.”

“Do you think it’ll take? Do you think we could get pregnant on the first try?” he asked, forcing himself to focus to get out each word. He was exhausted, his whole body liquified, like he had no bones.

“If not, we’ll try again if that’s what you want.”

“Whatdo you want?” Seth countered.

“Don’t ask me that,” Saint said darkly.

Seth frowned, still unwilling to pick his head up from his shoulder. “Why?”

“Because my answer won’t be very politically correct.”

Seth smiled against his skin. “Tell me, anyway.”

“Okay, but you can’t get mad at me.” Seth rolled his eyes even though Saint couldn’t see it, but the alpha continued, “I want to keep you tied to our bed, fuck you day and night, keep you on my knot and full of my pups until the end of time.”

Seth giggled. “That’s definitely not very modern of you. But I like it.”

“I know you do,” Saint countered.

“Hey,” Seth finally thought to ask, “What’s your last name? My last name now, too, right?”

“Santos,” he said, trailing kisses over whatever skin he could reach. “And it’s yours if you want it. I don’t want you to feel beholden to any of those antiquated traditions.”

Seth slapped at him lazily with a snort. “Doesn’t Santos mean Saint?”

“Mm,” he agreed, starting to roll his hips against Seth’s ass again, grinding against his prostate in a way that made him whine, his cock getting hard once more.

“Your parents did not name you Saint Saint.”

“No, not even my parents were that mean.”

Seth giggled, swiveling his hips, eyes rolling blissfully as his knot pressed just right. “So, you just claimed me,” he said, a little breathless, “and I don’t even know your first name?”

“It’sJoaquin,” he said distracted, biting at the shell of Seth’s ear as he bounced him gently on his cock. “Fuck, you feel incredible. You’re gonna make me come again.”

Seth moaned as Saint—Joaquin—took his cock in hand, jerking him hard and fast with a dry hand that was just this side of painful. His orgasm was closing in on him in no more than ten strokes with the help of Saint’s knot.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes, right there. Oh, God. I’m so close. So close. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He spilled over Saint’s hand for the fourth time in an hour.

Saint groaned long and low, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise as he came inside him again. He collapsed back against the headboard. “Oh, fuck, baby. You’re just clenching on my knot. It’s like your greedy little omega is determined to milk every single drop.”

Seth hummed. “Gotta make sure it takes. Gotta keep you inside. I’m sleepy now.”

Saint shifted so he could wrap Seth’s legs around his waist, then bunched the pillows behind him. “Go to sleep, pretty baby. This is only the start.”

“What about you? That can’t be comfortable.”

“I was in the military, baby. I can sleep standing up. I’ll be fine.” Saint began to draw lazy patterns over his back. Seth tried to think of something else to say, but the world just disappeared.