Oliver scowled and toed the door open, fully intending to slam it shut behind him. But as he crossed the threshold, he realised he wanted nothing more than for the alpha to join him in his bed. In his…nest. Although he still hated that word. And there was no way in hell he was saying something embarrassing like “Oh would you pleeease come to bed, alpha?”
So instead, he left the door open and barked, “Hurry up.”
The second heatwavecame at 4:32am. Oliver knew because he glanced at the alarm clock as the two of them ate tiramisu amongst the pile of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. Lucas was resting an elbow on Roger’s head, idly licking cake off the back of his spoon.
“This is amazing,” Oliver groaned, as he shovelled another spoonful into his own mouth.
Lucas nodded, wiping a speck of cream off Oliver’s lip. “Who knows how many other things you might like if you try them?”
It wasn’t necessarily the comment that set him off, or the way Lucas licked the cream off his fingertip. However, the cramp that shot through his spine made his leg spasm, causing him to kick the lunchbox off the bed.
“Reed,” Lucas said, tentatively placing his spoon onto the bedside table. Oliver swallowed and tossed his own spoon onto the floor. Heat pooled in his gut, a deep flush darkening his skin as the alpha pulled him down the bed by his ankles.
“O-Oh, shit,” he moaned, tipping his head back.
“I’m here,” Lucas said, gripping his thighs and pushing his legs up.
“N-No, on my front,” Oliver groaned, as he tried to roll onto his stomach.
Lucas helped him the rest of the way, growling as he gripped his hips and kissed his shoulder blades. His body was an inferno, a thin sheen of sweat making him clammy. Lucas blew a cooling breath across Oliver’s back, before leaning down and burying his face in his crease. Biting his arse cheek he said, “Has anyone told you you taste like heaven, Oliver?”
No, no one had ever told him that.
Oliver buried his face in the pillow and gripped the sheets as Lucas sank inside him for a second time, groaning loudly when his body willingly accepted the penetration. The alpha gently pressed on his lower back, encouraging him to spread his legs and angle his hips, as he massaged little circles across his spine. Oliver’s thighs shook as Lucas fucked him with long and rolling strokes, his entire length sliding in and out whilst his engorged knot pressed against his entrance with every pass.
“That’s it,” Lucas whispered, leaning down to nip the nape of Oliver’s neck. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
Oliver’s mouth hung open as he gripped the pillow, eyes squeezing shut when another rush of heat flooded his muscles. His whole body shuddered at the carnal satisfaction of being claimed over and over with every thrust. In fact, it felt so fucking good that he let out a surprised yelp when something sharp jolted through his cock.
“A-Ah!” He cried, slapping his hand against the headboard. “Lucas, stop!”
The alpha let out a sharp breath and pulled Oliver upright. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He said, pushing away the hair that stuck to Oliver’s forehead.
“I...I…I…I don’t know,” he stuttered, fingers frantically touching the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of his cock. His eyes went wide as he looked down to see the tiniest of knots protruding beneath the crown of blonde pubic hair. “Oh… Oh my God, is that?—”
He felt Lucas smile against his cheek. “Better late than never,” he said, pressing his palm to Oliver’s belly. “Welcome to the club.”
Sweat dripped from Oliver’s hair as he stared down at the knot, disbelief making it hard to comprehend what had just happened. Sure, he’d known that the underdeveloped knot was there and that it felt good when he touched it. But it had never actuallypopped outbefore. His hand covered his mouth as he inhaled breath after shaking breath.
“Does it hurt?” Lucas whispered against the shell of his ear, hips rocking with impatience.
“N-No, it just… took me by surprise.”
“Are you alright?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Lucas hummed as he nibbled Oliver’s earlobe, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “Can I see you, Reed? I want tosee you.” And Oliver wanted to see him, too. Wanted to see the man that had quite literally fucked the knot right out of him.
Then Oliver rolled over, straddled Lucas’ hips and started bouncing in his lap as the sound of wet slapping reverberated around the bedroom. He praised the Lord that he invested in an expensive mattress the previous year, because it was really saving his knees.
A string of short, sharp staccato moans burst from his mouth as he leant back, body chasing the friction of Lucas’ cock when it rubbed along the sensitive gland within him. It was enough to tip Lucas over the edge, and the alpha moaned a jumbled string of English and Portuguese, knotting Oliver for a second time.
The knot anchored him, holding him still as Lucas’ seed pumped deep inside him. Orgasm ripped through Oliver like a stampede of wild horses, his nails scratching long lines across the alpha’s shoulders.
Then they were still. Quietly, blessedly still.
Wakingup at midmorning was highly disorientating. Oliver could not remember falling asleep, nor did he know how they had ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs and blankets. Every fibre of his body ached, but in a wonderfully satisfied way.
