He hoped Blake felt it too. He hoped—fuckhe prayed Blake felt it, and it wasn’t just some confusing forced proximity bullshit.
Blake’s piercing rubbed against the head of his cock, making them both cry out. The metal was warm and slippery against the sensitive line of skin, and Pember gripped it tighter, making Blake growl and thrust harder. When he looked down again he saw Blake stroking his knot over the ring, making it swell and pulse under his palm. Pember reached down, clicking the vibrator in his arse up to five.
It was his undoing.
Without warning, his insides clamped around the silicone, his cock straining under Blake’s. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly into Blake’s mouth as he came all over his stomach and chest. The force was so strong it sprayed onto his neck and chin, coating him in ropes of his own pleasure.
Blake snarled, shoving his face into Pember’s throat to lap at the fluid. He ground down into Pember’s groin, making the vibrator buck and rub harder until it drew out another weak spurt. Blake exploded all over his chest, a low, constant growl bubbling in his throat as he rode Pember’s thighs and hand.
It felt like Pember’s whole body was shaking, the whole room, the house, the whole fucking world. His omega wolf howled one word, and one word only.Mate. Mate. Mate.
Stillness suddenly came over them both. A strange sense of calm as they lay there panting.
When Pember’s brain kicked back into life, he realised Blake was still on top of him, kissing his sweaty forehead. His hips were aching, the muscles around his hamstrings pulled tight.
They were both drenched in Blake’s come, and Pember could feel it running off his skin and dripping onto the blankets. It was everywhere—his stomach, his cock, in his mouth, all over his hands.
“Roll onto your side and squeeze your thighs together,” Blake whispered, lips dragging over his temple. Pember blinked, his brain so fuddled with lust it was difficult to follow instructions.
“L-like this?” he said, heaving himself over. He sighed when he felt Blake’s still-hard cock slide through his crease and between his legs.
“Yeah,” Blake said, letting out a sigh of relief as he lay down behind him. He was still leaking, and Pember wondered just how much a fertile alpha could produce.
“This is nothing compared to when I was a teenager.” Blake chuckled. “Back then it was like a fucking tsunami.”
Pember flushed, realising he’d asked the question out loud. His own body responded to the release, tightening as slick oozed around the vibrator and over Blake’s cock.
A chemical reaction brought about by hormones. If they let their wolves take the wheel they’d probably be knotting right at that very moment. Thankfully, their wolves stayed back, letting their rational brains keep control for a while.
“Your scent is incredible,” Blake whispered, kissing the back of his neck. “So wild and sweet.”
“I feel drunk,” Pember replied, jaw going slack. “I don’t know how long… What day is it again?”
Blake laughed and lazily kissed his shoulders. “Sleep,” he said, fingers splayed over his belly. “It’ll still be the same day when you wake up.”
The next wave came a couple of hours later, hot and heavy on the tail of the last. Pember was groaning into his pillow as Blake rolled him onto his front, pushing his knees beneath him and angling his hips up so his arse was in the air. With a steadying hand across his back, he sank the vibrator inside him again.
“Ngh, more,” Pember moaned, gripping the sheets and pushing his hips back. “M-more, Blake.”
His body was an inferno, the vice-like cramps squeezing his hips and making him squirm. Blake rubbed his back, trying to calm him, slowly turning the intensity up on the vibrator. He gripped his waist, pulling him back until his cock slid between his thighs again.
Thrusting downwards, he used his weight to create constant soothing pressure against Pember’s hips and lower back. Itmade Pember’s swollen cock rub over the mattress, creating a sticky mess beneath him.
“I need more, Blake, please!” he cried, barely recognising his own voice with its needy, pained edge.
Blake growled, roughly biting the nape of his neck and forcing his head down against the pillow. Pember yelped, the deep, sensual crest of Blake’s dominance making him submissive again.
“Please,” he whined, cheek pressed against the pillow. “Please, Blake. Please. Please take it out andknot me.I want you inside me. I want you to knot me. Please, Blake, I need it. Ineedit.”
Pember could barely control his mouth as the words tumbled out. He’d never fully understood why omegas were so vulnerable during heat. He’d had a glimpse of it the previous year, but now he got it. His body was doing and saying things he couldn’t control. It was sweating, and clenching, and writhing, and Pember wanted to be mated so badly it took over the sane part of his brain.
Blake released his neck and slowed his pace. “Pember,” he said, almost cooing as he curled their bodies together. “Don’t you remember what you said?”
“Ngh… No,” he lied. He did remember, but he’d hoped Blake didn’t.
“You said no… what?”
Pember growled, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He pressed his hips back, making Blake’s cock nudge into the base of the vibrator again.
