Page 89 of Alpha Awakened

Royce set the plate and fresh glass of water he’d brought on the nightstand. “You need to eat.”

Dylan pouted. “But I’m horny.”

“I’m the one taking care of you, Corporal,” Royce said, voice stern with a hint of command. “And I say you have to eat more than a power bar.” He sat down on the bed. “This is a tactical issue. We’ll utilize a two-prong attack for the solution.”

“What do you mean?” Dylan asked with a frown of confusion creasing his forehead.

To answer, Royce pulled him over to straddle his lap. Gripping his cock, he held it straight up, then guided Dylan to sink down on it.

Dylan moaned as he slid down on the hard shaft until he was fully seated. He started to rise up so he could ride it, but Royce stilled the movement with a stinging smack on his ass cheek.

“Stop that. Eat first.”

With the fire raging within him, Dylan wanted to protest. But he was massively pleased that his alpha was concerned about meetingallof his needs. So, he settled in place as ordered. When Royce leaned over to pick up the plate he’d set on the nightstand, Dylan understood what he was going to do. Have him sit on his cock to hold his heat at bay while he fed him.

“Open. Your mouth, not your legs,” he clarified with a snicker.

“My legs are always open for you, sir,” Dylan shot back. He gave a tiny bounce of his hips to be contrary before he eyed the plate Royce held. “You made me beef Wellington?”

“I told you those power bars aren’t enough. You need real food.” He picked up a slice of the beef wrapped in a pastry crust and held it to Dylan’s lips.

Dylan leaned forward and took a bite. The beef was hot and tender, the pastry flaky and buttery. Dylan moaned again, although this time it was because of food, not dick.

He finished the first bite and Royce fed him the other half. As Dylan chewed, it finally hit how hungry he was. He eagerly opened his mouth for the next bite, tearing at the slice of meat with his sharp canines. Wanting to gobble it down, he had to force himself to chew slowly so he could savor the delicious meal Royce had made for him. The red meat was exactly what he needed to shore up his energy and put back the calories he’d lost.

Royce fed him slice after slice until the dish was nearly gone. He watched him the entire time, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Dylan swallowed each bite. The alpha was clearly pleased that he’d gotten him to eat such a filling meal.

Once he’d had enough, Royce ate the rest and set the empty plate back on the nightstand. Before he could say anything, Dylan grabbed the hand that had fed him. His eyes locked on Royce’s, he slowly slid his tongue out to lick up the grease fromeach of his fingers. Flames of lust began to burn in Royce’s eyes when Dylan sucked his middle finger into his mouth, cleaning it of all the juices. He bobbed his head on the digit, once, then again, before he pulled his lips off with a softpop.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“You are a menace,” Royce said roughly. “And you’re welcome.”

Dylan smiled. He looped his arms around Royce’s neck in a loose hold. “I’m stuffed,” he said with a replete sigh.

Royce smoothed his hand down Dylan’s back, fingers trailing over the curve of his ass, to delve between his cheeks. He tapped at the place where Dylan was still split open on his cock. “That you are.”

Dylan let his lips purse in the tiniest of pouts. “I was good and I ate.”

“You did. You’re a very good omega.”

Oh, fuck. Praise from his alpha while he was in heat. There was nothing that could make him happier.

Royce’s hands went to either side of his waist. Holding him firmly, he lifted him up and brought him back down, fucking him on his cock.

“Such a good omega. Letting your alpha take care of you, taking me into your tight, hot body.”

Praise from his alpha while he was in heat and getting fucked. He wasn’t going to last for long. He tucked his face into the alpha’s neck, wanting to hide and be close at the same time. “Royce. Please!”

“You like that? Like me telling you how good you are?”

Still hiding, his breath hot against Royce’s neck, Dylan nodded. He started lifting himself up and down, ass slapping on Royce’s thighs as he rode his lover.

“You’re an amazing soldier,” Royce whispered in his ear. “Smart. Skilled. A pretty wolf. Perfect omega. Fucking yourself on my cock so good.”

The praise ratcheted up Dylan’s arousal to a fever pitch. He was close, his balls tight with his coming climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he chanted as he frantically bounced on Royce’s cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Royce rumbled deep and low. “Take what you need and let me feel you come.”

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