Fenrir leaned forward, resting his hands on the alpha’s powerful thighs. His tongue flicked out tentatively, licking his flushed crown. A burst of salt and musk greeted him, and he pressed in for more, tracing that mushroom tip before finally popping it into his mouth to give a light suck.
He pulled him in further when the alpha moaned and rocked his hips, flattening his tongue and widening his lips. Oberon’s girth made things difficult, and Fen took his time with it, easing on and off his cock, allowing it to go deeper with every intake.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as soon as he managed to deepthroat him, but Fenrir didn’t stop, picking up the pace instead. The alpha quivered as Fen hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, jolting when Fen suddenly cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze.
Oberon’s fingers threaded through Fenrir’s hair until he was gripping the back of his head. It was the only warning he gave before he took control, snapping his hips forward while yanking Fenrir forcefully.
Fen gagged and sputtered, but when he tried to pull away, the alpha didn’t let him. He felt that wide cock drive partially down his throat over and over again, his air supply momentarily cut off as the alpha used him for his own pleasure.
Pheromones flooded his system everywhere the alpha touched him, even his battering member. Precome coated his tongue and dripped down his throat, adding bursts of pheromones that called to Fenrir’s. Even as tears streamed down his face and his jaw began to ache, Fenrir felt pride and belonging. An omega who could please his alpha was a prize, same as an alpha who could satisfy their omega.
The second Oberon came, Fen swallowed him down, welcoming every drop with fervor. He clung to him even when the alpha’s grip loosened, refusing to detach until he was certain he’d blown his entire load.
He didn’t knot, probably too afraid of hurting Fenrir, and something about that had Fen gushing for him all over again from both places.
Something about knowing Oberon had been rough with him, but knew when to draw the line to keep Fen safe was sexy.
Fenrir popped off him with a lewd sound, shoving the alpha back before Oberon could react. He kept going until Oberon hit the glass, one hand pinning him in place on his stomach, the other reaching between them to capture his wet cock.
“Get hard for me again,” Fenrir commanded, fisting him and stroking him in a mild frenzy. His mouth locked onto Oberon’s, not wanting to give the alpha a chance to refuse, and he speared his tongue down his throat in a mockery of what the alpha had just done to him with his aggressive member.
The second he felt the alpha lengthen to full mast, he released him, stepping back so there was enough space for him to spin on his heels. Then he bent at the waist, presenting in a somewhat awkward position.
“Fuck me,” Fenrir said. “Alpha.”
Oberon didn’t need to be told twice.
Using the window to brace himself, his hands found Fenrir’s hips, and he pulled him back onto his waiting cock, filling him with one solid thrust.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” Oberon growled a minute later, seemingly coming back to his senses enough to.
“I want it.”
“Thought youwanteda break.”
“That was before.” Fenrir ground back against him, trying to urge him to change the topic, but the stubborn alpha was having too much fun teasing him.
“Before?”
“Before I tasted you,” he confessed. “Before I felt you come down my throat. Before—”
Oberon’s hand circled Fenrir’s neck and he hauled him up, effectively cutting him off in the process. His nose nuzzled exploringly against the spot beneath Fen’s right ear, then lower, drawing closer to the healing mark he’d remade just that morning.
Fenrir had lost count of how many times Oberon had bitten him, always in the same place, as though wanting to ingrain the experience in Fenrir’s mind. His teeth grazed that area now, even as he pumped into him hard enough the sound of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the cave.
“This ass is worth eleven million coin,” Oberon groaned.
“Just eleven?” he quipped, and the alpha chuckled.
“More than. So much more. And it’s all mine.”
“Yes.”
“Mine to fuck whenever I please.”
“Yes.” Fenrir was beginning to feel lightheaded, his balls tightening almost to the point of pain as he drew closer to release.
“Mine to claim.”