“Yes…” Tav’s head drops back onto the wall, and I use this as an opportunity to bounce him on my cock.
This is one of my favorite ways to fuck my omega. His fingers fist in my hair, and I growl when he pulls it. A lazy, bratty smile curls his lips before he yanks my hair tie out of my bun and curls two sections of it around his fists as if they’re reins.
“Harder, Alpha. It’ll keep me from spiraling later if I can feel the ache of your cock while you’re gone. The best correction for my rituals is pain,” he admits. “This is a better one than my previous tools.”
The cutting… My growl travels through his body as he controls our next kiss, and I lay him down on our dining room table so I can get a deeper angle. I fully plan to feed my father dinner on this table, and I’ll smirk in amusement every time I remember fucking Tav on it.
“Don’t clean us off the table,” I murmur, fully knowing he won’t listen to me. My cock hits his prostate over and over, and I wrap my hand around his length since I’m no longer acting as his washboard masturbation toy.
“Please don’t talk,” Tav whines. “You’re too far away. Crush me.”
His fists tangled in my hair draw me back into a kiss, and I decide to let him. Slamming my hands onto the table on either side of him, I lose myself in his scent, and how good he feels. It could be minutes or hours, I wouldn’t fucking know.
Tav comes hands free just from using our bodies to fuck himself on, and his asshole pulls my knot in. Breathing hard as he strangles my cock and knot, I bury my face in his neck to hold onto my resolve not to bite my omega.
“Bite, Alpha,” he whispers, so low I almost can’t hear it.
“I won’t leave at all if I bite you,” I rasp, my hand spanking his ass cheek.
His gasp also leads to pushing my knot all the way into his hole, and he chuckles in the self-satisfied way he gets when things are going exactly how he wanted them to.
“Naughty boy,” I whimper. I keep him pinned to the table as I kiss him until his cock and mine are hardening, and I shake my head as I lift him into my arms.
I’m still impaling his hole with my dick, but I need to go to the bathroom where I’m hiding a few new toys in the drawer.
He’s drowsy as I pull out of his hole, and only complains slightly when I push the plug inside of him.
“Nap time?” I ask, gently kissing his temple. Tav gives me a dopey smile and I carry him into the bedroom to cover him with a blanket. I help Floyd lay next to him and then lift Bella to snuggle in too. “Protect Tav for me, guys,”
Tav’s already sleeping, so I hurry into the bathroom to shower. My omega’s cum splattered both himself and me with his release, and I fucking love it. After a quick rinse, I tie my wet hair back up and throw on clothes before heading out the door.
I love this life, no matter how complicated it can be. Taking a photo of the locked door and the position of the video cameras, I send that to Tav before stopping down the stairs. I take one more of me locking the door that leads to the street, and then I’m jogging to my car.
Doing these small things for my omega is so natural to me now it’s as easy as breathing. If it makes him feel safe, and quiet the fixations, why wouldn’t I do this?
CHAPTER 20
Octavian
With a tired smile,I roll to my side and bury my face in Bentley’s pillow, breathing his scent deep into my lungs. Every inch of my body is deliciously sore, aching from the frantic farewell fuck my alpha left me with. I couldn’t sleep with the plug inside of me, so I wiggled it out partially through my nap.
“He’s pretty great, right?” I ask Floyd as his tail starts thumping the mattress next to me. “Don’t tell him I said that, though.”
Bella squeals as if she’s offended on Bentley’s behalf, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Who would have thought this would be my life? A doggie dad, a pig parent, and scent matched to my polar opposite in an alpha I’ve fallen head over heels in love with. For a neurotic crabass with very little hope for a future that stretches beyond the meager one I dared to dream of, I’m doing pretty damn well for myself.
My smile turns a touch sad as I scratch Bella’s chin.
Why won’t Bentley bite me?
I’ve been more vocal about that lately, not even on purpose, but I want him so badly that my subconscious has been letting it slip more frequently. It’s worse when we have sex. It’s like the endorphins and pheromones work together to temporarily drop my IQ and I start acting on such a baser, more primal level, that I need his teeth in my flesh more than my next breath. I’m almost positive I’m going to lose my composure completely and bite him first.
If Bentley hasn’t claimed me yet because he doesn’t want to, then I take a chunk out of him in the throes of passion, I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.
I know I can’t.
It would literally send me over the edge and I’d do something worse than cutting.