Page 38 of An Alpha's Commitment

Finally, I pinned him down, belly to the ground, my larger, heavier body covering his. I could have taken him like this, it wasn’t unheard of, to perform the mating ritual in wolf form, but then we wouldn’t have said the words, so… I shifted. For a moment his soft fur tickled my bare flesh, and then Isca shifted also.

We were skin to skin, slippery with sweat. It was hard to hold him. I slipped my hand around his throat before he thought to slide out from under me. I arched his head back, just a little. His eyes rolled back, searching for mine.

“Submit,” I demanded, panting.

“Yes,” he gasped, breathless, repeating the words we'd rehearsed. “I… I submit to you, Alpha.”

“Mate with me?”

“Yes... Yes, Alpha.” It was almost a groan.

“Will you be my bonded mate?”

“I will, Alpha,” replied Isca, then he added, completely off script, “It will be my pleasure.”

A guttural sound tore from my throat. I let go of his neck, and pulling back, pinned him down with a hand in the middle of his back. I slotted my knees between his legs, urging them apart. He spread his thighs and lifted his ass, offering himself to me. His thighs were slippery and glistening, and I could smell his arousal. I couldn’t resist, leaning down and swiping my tongue up his inner thigh, collecting his sweet omega slick with my tongue, until I reached his hole. I ran my tongue over it, lapping at his juices, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils and driving me crazy. I stiffened my tongue and drove it inside. He howled. It was too much, I couldn’t hold on. I withdrew my tongue and placed my cockhead against his opening, pressing against him. He pushed back and I slipped inside past the tight ring of muscle. He groaned. I stilled, waiting for him to adjust, but there was no need, his slick was so copious...

“Please, Alpha…” he begged.

I thrust.

Again and again and again, I pounded into him. I slipped my hand beneath him, scooping some of the moisture from his thighs. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave a couple of strokes. Moments later, Isca’s hot cum spilled over my hand, and he cried out as his channel clenched around me.My knot began to form and with a mighty roar I spilled inside him, still thrusting, giving him every drop I had.

I dragged in a gasping breath. I ran my tongue across my teeth. My canines had descended.

Leaning forward, I rested my teeth over his mating gland - reminding myself at the last minute to go to the other side - and bit down hard. A metallic taste flooded my mouth, and I sucked some more, swallowing the taste of Isca, my mate. I hummed in satisfaction, savoring him. Isca whimpered. I withdrew my teeth and licked the spot clean, threw back my head and let loose an animalistic cry of possession.

Isca was mine, mine, MINE!

We lay there panting, Isca still sprawled on the ground, me covering him, resting on an elbow to prevent myself from crushing him. My eardrums pounded with the rush of blood pumping through them, gradually slowing, and my harsh gasps as I dragged air into my lungs. Beneath me, Isca sobbed for air, hauling in great lungfuls, his small frame expanding and contracting beneath me, pressing into my belly. We lay there gasping.

Since I’d knotted him, we had no choice but to wait here until my knot went down and we could complete the ceremony.

As my breathing and pulse slowed, I became aware of other things; Xeres chanting in the background, the silver sliver appearing around the edge of the dark moon. I noticed the silky skin of the omega lying pliant beneath me. The combined scents of Isca’s slick and our sex. And faintly, the very familiar scent of Irian’s arousal.

I rolled onto my back, pulling Isca on top of me, and we lay there panting, looking up at the blood moon and the stars together. It was magical.

When my knot began to subside, I maneuvered him around until he was facing me, my semi-hard cock still inside him. I slid a hand behind his head and brought his lips to mine. His mouth was warm against mine, his lips parting to accept my tongue, his sweet omega breath on my face…

Gently lifting his head away, I looked into his eyes. They were hazy and unfocused, pools of various hues of brown and gold. He looked dreamy, like he was floating away.

“Claim me,” I told him.

He blinked. Then his eyes cleared and focused. Perfect white teeth flashed in a dazzling smile. He leaned down. I felt two points of pressure in the skin over my unmarked mating gland. Sharp pain shot through me and I felt the rush of my essence as it flooded his mouth. He gulped and retracted his teeth, licking over the two small holes he’d made, lapping up any traces of blood.

He lay his head down on me, sweetly. My arms closed around him. A high-pitched buzzing began to resonate in my head. My head spun and I blinked rapidly, feeling disorientated. Then as abruptly as it started, the buzz silenced, replaced by clarity as awareness snapped into place. Awareness of him. We had a bond!

My Omega. My mate.

He lifted his head, eyes wide, moisture pooling in the corners.

My Alpha.

A tear rolled out of one of his eyes, landing with a splosh on my cheek. I felt the rush of emotion from my new mate flood into my mind through our newly established bond. Love, elation, gratitude.

I didn’t have to do it, because we’d already established the bond, but I wanted to.

The words of commitment. They usually accompanied a shifter mating ceremony but they hadn’t been required because our mating had been forged by magic. But I wanted to say them. And I wanted to say them out loud, so our other mate would hear them too.

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