Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
And Devlin was lost. Burying his face in the omega’s neck, he sucked hard.
Julian whimpered, his hips jerking against Devlin’s, his unassuming scent sweetening with arousal. Devlin sucked harder, barely stopping himself from breaking the skin. He wanted to bite. He wanted to erase another alpha’s mark and put his own. His teeth itched.
“We can’t,” Julian said, burying his fingers in Devlin’s hair and pulling him closer to his neck. “We should stop.”
“We should,” Devlin said, kissing and licking his way up Julian’s slim neck.
Julian’s lips were already parted when Devlin reached them.
They both groaned as their mouths finally slotted together. It didn’t feel like a first kiss; there was nothing tentative or unsure about it. Julian sucked his tongue into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his mouth somehow soft and pliant and greedy at the same time. Kissing him felt so addictive. Devlin couldn’t get enough, pressing him harder against the door, needing more, needing to get deeper. He felt starved.
He slipped his hands down Julian’s back, pulled his briefs down, and squeezed those smooth, plump buttocks before stroking the wet opening between them. Fuck, he was soaked already.
Julian shuddered, whining and humping his hand, his little moans swallowed by Devlin’s hungry mouth. Fuck, he’d never felt like this, never felt like he’d fucking explode if he didn’t get into another person, now.
It took only a moment to free his cock from his pants. Julian grabbed it, stroking it greedily as he sucked on Devlin’s tongue. “Want you,” he whispered hoarsely between kisses. “Put it in, put it in.”
Devlin put it in.
Later, he would be embarrassed by his own impatience and lack of control, but right now he couldn’t fucking wait. He flipped Julian around, pushing his chest against the omega’s back. Then he guided his cock into him, a low growl emitting from his throat as Julian’s slick tightness enveloped him.
After that, everything was a blur of gut-wrenching want and need. Devlin only had the presence of mind to stroke Julian’s cock on every other thrust, his face buried in Julian’s nape as they mated like animals—just a hard cock pumping in and out of a hole, the air so thick with pheromones Devlin felt drunk with it. Julian was moaning non-stop, small, breathless moans that went straight to Devlin’s cock. They drove him absolutely crazy, his hips moving faster and harder, until Julian’s moans turned into loud cries of “Ah ah ah.” He’d gotten so loud Devlin had to cover his mouth with his hand. Julian bit it as he came, his hole clenching around his cock, and fuck, Devlin was coming, too, his knot growing and locking them together as he spilled inside of him, shuddering with his whole body as pleasure washed over him.
He couldn’t pull out this time. Didn’t want to. Julian was probably still fertile. The thought made him growl, his cock spurting again. He wanted it. He wanted it to take.
Goddammit.
What was he doing?
Julian sagged back into him, letting out a satisfied little sigh that did terrible things to Devlin’s heart.
Kissing the back of his neck, Devlin wrapped his arms around him, still panting hotly. He wanted to hold him. It was such a foreign feeling. He normally didn’t like post-coital cuddling, which was why he tried not to knot his sex partners—being stuck inside of someone he didn’t want to be so close to outside of sex could be awkward and unpleasant. Cuddling after sex usually wasn’t his thing at all.
He usually wasn’t one for letting his cock do the thinking, either. Yet here they were.
“We shouldn’t have done it again,” Julian slurred out, sounding breathless and drunk. Omegas got a little high on the pheromones their alphas released when they knotted them.
It meant they were compatible.
Not that there was any doubt about that.
Devlin sighed, kissing Julian on the shoulder. “I know,” he said, closing his eyes. They were going to be stuck like this for a while. They might as well talk. “Are you comfortable?”
Julian made a strange sound—something between a giggle and a groan. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that question,” he said, still sounding drunk. “Yes, your knot is very comfortable, Your Grace.”
Devlin found himself smiling. “Brat,” he said, kissing him on the neck. But it was obvious now that a serious conversation was impossible while Julian was still riding the high.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” he said, lifting Julian carefully and carrying him toward the bed.
He laid him down, spooning him from behind.
“Sleep,” he said, slipping an arm around the omega’s waist.
“Will you stay?” Julian mumbled sleepily, entwining his slim fingers with Devlin’s.
Devlin stared at their joined hands, his chest tight. He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from promising that he’d stay—promising anything Julian wanted.
Fucking hell.
“Just for tonight,” Julian murmured, yawning, and then he drifted off, wrapped in Devlin’s arms.