Page 133 of Rut Bar

I wait for him to cry out or beg me to stop.

He doesn’t.

My teeth pinch harder. His cock jerks in my grip, in the trap of my teeth, but he bears it. Gently, so gently, I add more force until my thumb slides, too slippery, over his cockhead and my sharp omega canines puncture skin. The metallic tinge of blood seeps into my mouth.

We wait. There’s a moment of panic that this won’t work, that the research was bad and I’ve hurt him for nothing. Claiming bites have a higher chance of taking when placed over scent glands. The largest one is in the fleshy bit of skin between the base of the neck and the shoulder, but there are smaller glands all over the body. The one in the groin is in the pubis, not the cock itself.

How long will it take the pheromones in my saliva to invade his system?

We wait. My jaw aches from holding position, but I don’t let go. We’ve come too far to stop now.

We wait some more. Supposedly it takes longer for a bond to form without a gland. That’s why claiming bites don’t always work right away with betas.

Am I not biting deep enough?I don’t want to harm him. But I don’t want this to have been for nothing either. He’s still hard in my mouth. Still leaking pre-cum all over my hand. I bite harder. Blood and musk coat my teeth.

After what seems like an eternity, the trickle of awareness of another person deep inside me seeps in. The bond snaps into place, and I release my bite so I can lick his wounds. It’s barely bleeding. I inspect the mark, studying the pale indentations of my flat teeth and the four tiny punctures from my canines. They’re shallow, but the mating bite is there. It worked.

“I sense you,” Jamie says. “Inside me.”

I stroke his cock from ring to tip, avoiding the mark. His hips rise and he grunts as I work him at a steady pace, using his pre-cum to slick my fingers so they glide. The sight of his dripping cock with my bite mark on the shaft triggers some feral instinct inside me. I like it. I enjoy knowing we’re connected now. Everyone who sees his cock will notice my teeth mark on it and know it’s claimed. He’s mine.

“How are you?” I ask him.

“Green. Greengreengreen. Can I come now? Please?”

Leaning down, I lap at his tip. The flavor of his pre-cum chases the lingering traces of his blood from my mouth. “Yes, pet. Come for me.”

“Okay,” he whimpers, his hips rising to push deeper past the ring of my lips.

I let him. He’s been such a good boy. Such a good pet. I swallow his cock down to the flare of his swelling knot and hold him there.

All mating bites need licking to be cleaned. Nobody said you can’t give head while you’re doing it.

Keeping my throat relaxed, I bob up and down. His head brushes the tight ring of my throat and I relax, letting it open, and take him deeper. He groans, and his swelling knot brushes against the tip of my nose. There’s no air. Not while he’s this deep. But I can take it. And he’s more than earned it.

When I purr with his cock still in my mouth, Jamie loses his mind. His hips thrust, pressing deeper until his knot stretches my lips. He babbles nonsense, desperate pleas. I grab his knot and squeeze to keep it from lodging behind my teeth so he won’t hurt me. Then I take him to pieces with my purring.

He doesn’t last long. On the third purring deep throat, his cock pulses in my throat and he goes limp. I pull back so I can catch his spending on my tongue and massage his knot. My hard work rewards me with another spurt of creamy cum. I savor it.

I swallow and lick him clean, laving his bite mark until my instincts are satisfied and he’s limp underneath me. The enzymes in my saliva will keep it from getting infected. When I finally come up for air, Jamie is a puddle of floppy limbs on the bed. His eyes can barely stay open. I crawl up his body and take his face in my hands, pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes flutter open, his gaze unfocused.

“I love you, Jamie,” I tell him, stroking his hair out of his face.

“Mmm. Love you too, Vee.”

He’s already half-asleep again and I’m not far behind him. It’s been a long day.

I cuddle into his side and become the big spoon as I possessively throw a leg over his. Anthony and Brendan are still watching from the sidelines. Once we’re settled, I motion for them to join us. They undress and get ready for bed. Anthony slips in on Jamie’s other side and Brendan throws one of my enormous fluffy blankets over all of us, then scoots into the bed at my back.

“Looks like it went well,” Brendan whispers.

With a sleepy yawn, I nod. “It’s faint, but it’s there. I might need to deepen it. Thanks for helping me plan it.”

“You’re welcome,” Brendan says.

“Oww. My dick hurts just thinking about being bit like that,” Anthony complains.

I shush him. “You’re ruining the moment.”

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