“I have something for you." Mac moved away to reach for a glass on the counter. “Here.”
“Did you mix something for me?” he asked, bringing the glass to his nose. An intricate blend of spices drifted into his nose. Hmmm, it smelled delicious.
Deltta took a sip. His taste buds tingled as the taste exploded on his tongue.
“What’s this?” he asked, going for another sip. He loved it.
Chapter 12
Mac
He likes it.
Pleasure bubbling inside him, Mac smiled. Deltta stepped close to him. The feeling intensified. He loved it when he was this close – close enough to smell and feel him, especially when he ran his teeth along his skin – like a searing brand, but he forced himself to move away. Mac was afraid he would discover the concealing strip, subsequently, the claiming mark beneath it. He knew it was selfish to keep the claiming mark a secret, but he needed this. He needed him.
After, he would tell him after his heat.
“It’s delicious,” Deltta whispered, his lips grazing his skin.
Mac swallowed as his heat burned to life.
Nostrils flaring, Deltta scented his heat. It burned hotter. Liquid slid down his leg to soak the sleeping pants he wore. He should have worn his own, but he loved wearing Deltta’s clothes.
“It’s you,” he moaned out. “You inspired the spirit.”
“Really? I love it. Do you have more?” Deltta hummed, drinking deeply. He placed the glass on the counter and reached for him. Their bodies met; hard cock brushed against his. His alpha was hard for him.
Mac stilled at that thought. Deltta wasn’t his alpha.
For now, he is, a tiny voice in his mind said. Too weak to deny it, Mac went to his toes and slammed their lips together. Deltta groaned, deepening the kiss.
I want you again, Mac silently moaned.
Deltta ran his left hand down his back, tunnelling his fingers into his sleeping pants. He squeezed his ass, grazing his crack. Oh fuck. Mac widened his legs, needing his cock inside his pulsing hole.
He was about to bend over for him when he remembered where he was. Shit. He couldn’t get caught having sex in the alpha king’s cooking station. He turned away from Deltta and switched on the serving bot. Taking his hand, he headed back to his room.
There, Mac took off his clothes and crawled onto the bed. He remained on all fours, burying his face into the covers.
Mac counted the seconds until he felt Deltta’s cock fill him up. He opened his mouth on a silent moan, coming hard before Deltta could move.
“I love how you respond to me,” Deltta bit out, pounding into him. His claws sank into his skin, and Mac hoped he left marks. He wanted to see the evidence of their time together on his skin.
“Harder,” he whimpered. He wanted to feel him for days, long after his heat was over.
He wanted -
Mac shoved his desires out of his mind. He knew why he was there. It wasn’t because of the claiming mark on his neck or any other foolish reason he imagined.
Their arrangement was the reason he was there. They shared their heats, nothing more. Mac told himself over and over in a bid to erase the sentimental feelings surging inside him.
“Fuck, anything for you, baby,” Deltta rumbled, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Mac screamed as another orgasm rocked through him.
“Don’t stop,” Mac moaned, twisting the covers. And for four days, he gave him precisely what he wanted and more – so much more.
***
“I can’t believe your alpha is Deltta Kohle,” Jamue said, watching the alpha in question, awe in his eyes. Deltta sat at the head of the table, eating his lunch. Mac stared at him, then quickly looked away. He stilled when he found Griean's gaze on him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.