Chapter 18
Keld
“Safe word?”
“Seaweed.”
Keld gazed down at Grayson through half-lidded eyes. “You’re sure you want to try this?”
A light dusting of pink traced the Omega’s cheekbones, but his pale gaze was steady. It had been months since their first encounter at Siren, and while Grayson may never become a full-blown submissive, Keld had been thoroughly enjoying the experimentation process. Possibly too thoroughly.
“Yes.”
“Alright, then.” Without warning, Keld seized Grayson’s bare shoulder and shoved him. With a yelp, he fell, hitting the bed facedown.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” Keld snarled.
A faint, muffled moan was the only response as Keld grabbed the back of Grayson’s neck, pinning his upper body down.
Keld’s free hand reached around, fumbling with the button of Grayson’s jeans.
He tore the garment down and pressed himself against the Omega’s ass.
His claws sank into Grayson’s hip bone and he leaned over to lay a trail of hard, hungry kisses up his spine.
Grayson moaned again, louder this time. Keld’s fingers dug deeper into his flesh.
“What did I fucking say, aiu? I told you not to make any noise.” Keld sank his teeth into Grayson’s shoulder, careful not to break the skin. “Disobedient, but not enough to fight back, hm?”
At once, Grayson’s arms came underneath him and he tried to push himself up. Keld let out a low chuckle. The Omega’s body twisted, throwing Keld off balance. He scrambled backward until his spine hit the headboard. His eyes were wide with fear, but the spark of lust was stronger.
With a growl, Keld crawled up the bed, gripping Grayson’s legs as he pulled himself up the Omega’s body. Grayson tried to thrash free, but Keld only sank his claws in deeper.
He tutted, reaching out to capture both wrists in one hand. He crushed them over Grayson’s head. The Omega’s breaths came in terrified pants, the warm air cascading across Keld’s face. He leaned in, as if to kiss Grayson, then turned his head down and grazed his freckled collarbone with his teeth.
Grayson’s cock throbbed between their bodies, encouraging Keld to keep going.
“Off the bed. Now.” Keld stood, dragging Grayson with him. Grayson stumbled to his feet.
“On your knees.”
Grayson didn’t obey right away. He lifted his chin in defiance—a challenge.
Keld smirked and seized a fistful of Grayson’s hair. “Know your place, Omega. On your knees.”
He forced Grayson down, though not enough to smash his knees into the floor.
“Open your mouth.” Keld relaxed the muscles that held his own cock in check.
Grayson’s lips parted. This time, he didn’t fight back. He drew Keld’s tip into the wet heat of his mouth. Keld grunted and tightened his hold on the blond hair. He held Grayson’s head in place as he moved, taking his pleasure from the subdued Omega.
Crystalline tears caught on Grayson’s light eyelashes when Keld hit the back of his throat.
“Relax,” Keld commanded. “Open your throat.”
Grayson breathed hard through his nose and his eyes drifted shut. Rivulets ran down his cheeks and fell to his bare chest.
Beautiful.
The tension building low inside Keld was reaching a point of danger. He withdrew and grabbed Grayson’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled the Omega back up to his feet and kissed him, hard. Tongues melded together and Grayson’s hands drifted up Keld’s chest.
Grayson’s arousal ground against his own, sending flames licking through Keld’s veins. He wrenched Grayson’s shoulders around and slammed a hand to the center of his upper back. Air huffed from the Omega’s lungs and his palms struck the mattress.
Keld nudged his legs further apart, pressing himself against Grayson’s slick-soaked hole. Grayson sucked in a sharp breath and his hand drifted between his legs. Keld snagged the offending wrist and pinned it behind Grayson’s back.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he hissed into Grayson’s ear. In one, swift move, Keld pushed his way inside the Omega.
The quiet cry that escaped Grayson’s lips was cut short by Keld’s fingers around his throat. Keld pulled him upright, so that his back was against his chest. Grayson stood on tiptoe, chest heaving.
Keld wrapped an arm around Grayson’s ribcage, taking most of the weight off the ground, and began moving against him.
Grayson’s fingers curled around Keld’s hand, blunt nails digging crescents into the thin scales.
Keld kept his other hand just beneath Grayson’s sharp jaw, fingers pressing into the arteries.
Keld stayed slow and deep, rolling his hips against Grayson’s body and listening to the choked moans and gasps the Omega was unable to suppress.
“Keld…”
“I didn’t ask you to speak, did I, Omega?” Keld bent down to sink his teeth into Grayson’s shoulder.
He whimpered, but fell into obedient silence.
From his vantage point, Keld could see the Omega’s length straining, desperate. He let out a soft chuckle.
“I’ll let you touch yourself,” Keld murmured in Grayson’s ear, “if you can obey the rules.”
“What rules?” Grayson whispered. He threw his head back against Keld’s shoulder as the Alpha hit a spot inside him.
“You’re not allowed to come in your hand,” Keld said. “You can touch yourself. But you can’t come.”
Grayson made a broken sound.
“Can you obey?” Keld said, kissing along Grayson’s neck and shoulder.
He simply nodded, evidently unable to speak any further.
Keld took hold of Grayson’s right hand and moved it between their bodies. Grayson gasped as slick coated his palm. At last, Keld freed him, returning his grip to Grayson’s slender neck.
Instantly, Grayson’s hand fell to his cock, stroking himself slowly at first. He trembled against Keld’s chest as the Mer quickened his pace.
Grayson’s breathing halted—a warning sign.
“Stop,” Keld growled.
Grayson shuddered.
“Don’t you dare. I gave you one rule.”
Each breath now carried a faint whimper. “Please.”
“Speak when spoken to, aiu.” Keld flexed his fingers, cutting into Grayson’s ribs. He released the Omega’s throat and reached around to give his cock a light brush with his fingertips.
Grayson squeezed his eyes shut, air leaving him in throttled bursts.
“So hard,” Keld murmured. “Does it hurt, aiu?”
“Yes.” The word was little more than a breath, but it lanced through Keld’s body like fire.
Keld ran a teasing finger around the head, admiring the way he wrung shudders from Grayson’s body. He slowed the rhythm of his hips until he’d stopped entirely.
“What are you doing?” Grayson whispered.
Keld’s fingers instantly returned to the Omega’s throat and squeezed. “Do I have to force you to obey me, Omega? Is this the only way to get you to shut the fuck up?”
A low sound thrummed through Keld’s palm.
His free hand ceased its support of Grayson’s weight and traveled back down to his cock.
Keld moved his fist up and down the throbbing length, feeling Grayson’s choked moans and gasps as they left his throat.
Each time those breaths froze, Keld pulled back and let his hand wander Grayson’s stomach and torso.
He was so close.
The moment Keld’s fingers curled around the Omega again, he let out a soft cry and spilled over the edge Keld had spent nearly ten minutes honing.
“Such a gentle touch, and you’re coming all over yourself, aiu,” Keld murmured, fighting back a gasp as Grayson’s channel spasmed around him. “Is that all it takes?”
Grayson’s muscles trembled against Keld’s body, as if his legs were seconds away from giving out. Keld pulled out and pushed him roughly onto the bed. He shoved the Omega’s head down into the pillows and gripped his hips, hard.
“Head stays down,” Keld ordered. Grayson was too weak to disobey.
Keld didn’t ease in this time either—he thrust himself deep, giving over to the more animalistic impulses.
Grayson’s sounds of pain and pleasure were stifled by pillows, but he made no move to escape, nor did the safe word tumble from his lips.
He took the abuse, letting Keld rut into him like an Alpha trapped in heat haze.
Air flowed between Keld’s lips in harsh rasps.
The flame low in his belly built higher and higher.
He watched Grayson turn his head to the side, eyes squeezed shut, fingers curled into the bedding.
The muscles of his back tensed under freckled skin, and Keld felt another vice-like clamp around his cock.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Keld gritted his teeth against the roar that threatened to rip from his chest as he came, hard and deep inside the Omega. Quickly, he pulled Grayson to the side, curling around his body as his knot locked them together.
It was several, long moments before either of them could catch their breath to speak.
“Are you okay, Grayson?” Keld asked gently. He ran his hands along the Omega’s arms and kissed his hair.
“Yeah.” Grayson still shook with exertion. “That was…”
“Too much?” Keld stoked a hand along the curve of Grayson’s jaw.
“No. I mean, it was a lot. But I… I loved it.”
Keld smiled into Grayson’s hair. “You came again, didn’t you?”
Grayson’s ears turned red. “Yes.”
“Seems like rough may be your thing after all.” Keld smirked. “Remember how nervous you were the first time you took my cock? How gentle and slow I had to be to even get it in?”
“Shut up.”
Keld pulled Grayson closer, careful not to jostle the connection. Usually, the extra orgasms were fun for a knotted Omega, but Grayson’s body was spent.
“You took it so well,” he whispered. “Look how well you’re taking my knot.”
“Fuck, Keld. Don’t get me hard again. I’ll die.”
Keld laughed. “Fair enough.”
He stroked soothing circles across Grayson’s arm and shoulder, memorizing the gentle slopes and hard lines. The way his cornsilk hair fell over Keld’s arm. The way his body fit so perfectly against his own.
This was the best part of their sessions—when Grayson allowed himself to just be held.
Until the knot went down, Keld could pretend they were something more than just casual partners.
He wanted to take the Omega out in public, where people would see Keld with this stunning man on his arm, and where they could talk about something more than sex.
Too soon, Grayson was able to wriggle free. As Keld watched him redress, the words were out of his mouth before he’d even stopped to process them.
“Have you eaten dinner?”
Grayson looked startled. “No, why?”
“Want to grab food together before you head home?”