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A clearing of a throat announced that the server had returned with our check while I was purring to my mate about getting his cock.

Awkwardly I handed over my credit card, and he left to run it through the machine.

“You could have warned me,” I huffed at a smirking Wolf. “It’s not funny.”

“Actually,” Wolf said. “It’s hilarious. That waiter has been trying to get into my pants for months. Now he knows exactly whose alpha I am.”

“Maybe I need to sit on your lap and make sure he understands that I’ve claimed you and won’t be letting you go.”

“Or,” Wolf growled, “we could leave, and I can fuck you properly. In my bed.”

“Let’s go.”

Chapter Seven

Wolf

Ollie’s mouth against mine was pure heaven—soft lips covered in the taste of pina colada lip balm. Sweet, quiet moans had me growing hard beneath him. My omega would kill me, but I would die a delighted man.

Ollie straddled me, rocking his clothed cock against my own. I hadn’t gotten this hot during a dry-hump session since puberty. I was a millisecond from erupting in my pants like an inexperienced virgin. With Ollie, everything was heightened and I savored every second.

I slid my hands down his back and cupped his ample ass. His excited groan vibrated in my mouth.

“I want to fuck you so bad. Strip these clothes off right now and sink my cock deep in this beautiful ass of yours.”

“Yes,” Ollie panted as he rode my lap, chasing a release. “Fuck me, alpha.”

I lifted Ollie by the waist, his legs wrapping around me as I walked from the chair to the bed. I dropped him gently onto the bed and growled, “Strip.”

Ollie didn’t hesitate to obey my command. I made a mental note to ask him about exploring a bit of dominance-submission play at a future date. And an image of him bared to me with nothing but some rope binding him to my four-poster bed had my cock jumping.

The beautiful sight of Ollie in front of me, with his hardened cock and toned chest, took my breath away.

“Your turn, alpha,” my omega prompted. “I want to see your body.”

“Then come here, omega,” I growled. “Help your alpha undress.”

Ollie walked to me and started with my shirt, gliding the lower hem up over my chest and my head. Then he unbuttoned my pants and slid the fabric over my hips and ass. Ultimately, Ollie was on his knees before me, my clothes on the floor, and my cock cradled in his mouth.

“Fuck. Your mouth is amazing.”

Ollie popped off my cock and smirked up at me. “Not as incredible as my slicked ass, alpha.” He punctuated his statement by licking up my cock from base to head.

As I thrust into his mouth, Ollie fingered his ass with his left hand, stretching his hole so it was ready for my cock. Whenever I was about to come, he would pop off my dick and wait until the sensation passed. Then he would redouble his efforts. I groaned out as I pistoned my hips.

“Don’t come yet.” Ollie stopped working my cock and got off his knees. “Not until that perfect cock of yours is deep inside my ass.”

“On the bed. Now.” I followed him onto the bed, crawling over his body.

“Wolf, claim me and make me yours,” Ollie whispered. “I am already yours. Make it official.”

“I will.” I licked a trail up his neck and nibbled his ear. “Claim me as your alpha, little omega.”

I lined my cock up to his hole and pushed in. His slick tightness welcomed me. I hung on the edge of euphoria. Our bodies rocked together as our mouths met, and we clung to each other.

At the climax of our joining, I licked the area where his neck and shoulder met and bit, claiming him as my mate forever. A bit of pain accompanied his claiming mark on my neck. Our bond solidified as my knot enlarged and my cum filled him.

“Mine,” I growled, my wolf at the surface.

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