Page 23 of Lost and Pound

“I think all those alphas threw you. You scent of heat, getting stronger.” I nosed through the hair atop his head.

“Shut up and get me home and do me, alpha.” Nico snorted and nuzzled into my chest. “Like you can’t afford a pup. Pft.”

“I think you’ll be a fine father if you want.” It’d been my dream for a while to have a family, to snuggle with my mate and a pup…pups. Multiples were far less common to shifters than our wild counterparts, but I wanted family.

“Hopefully. Now, take me home and make me yours.” Nico pulled away, grabbing my wrist as he insistently pulled me toward the golf cart.

“Hold on! Are you really su—”

“Hurry the fuck up or we’re fucking on the golf cart, Shilo.” His sharp retort had my cock waking up, twitching in my pants with more than interest.

“What if I’m not ready?”

“Then I’m going home without you and getting started. You can join in when you finally lose it.” Nico huffed and smirked before swinging into the cart and sitting back in a rather inviting pose. No, not inviting. Any pose he had would be inviting, with that scent permeating the air around him.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and started it with a twist. “High-ho, my sex chariot!”

“Your noble steed is more of a mule…” Nico picked at a spot of flaking paint and laughed.

“And this mule is why Kenny will probably go to college.” I gave his thigh a squeeze and his teasing stopped there.

“And why I respect you.” Nico quieted and bit his lower lip as we took off across the pack grounds and cut through some yards. I had an omega to ravage.

If my cart could have gone any faster, I’d have spun out in the driveway, drifting into place, but as it stood, I bumpily trundled as fast as the grinding motor could take us and parked with a jerky push to the brakes. With little effort, I hit the garage door closed button and pulled Nico out with me, struggling to hold him in my arms in a full bridal carry, giggling with every awkward step.

“Make me yours, alpha.” His breathy voice made my core tighten.

“You’re already mine. I have the papers from the pound and everything. Now I just gotta go get you chipped and your vaccines.” I snickered. We had a local vet that would fudge the paperwork for his neutering that we’d promised the shelter we’d do. In any case, our pups would never end up in a shelter.

“Corny,” Nico said, leaning up in my arms to kiss the underside of my jaw.

“H, not C. Horny.” I grinned and elbowed a few doors open until I unceremoniously tossed him onto my bed.

I’d scented heat before, made love to an omega or two—not that I kept some ceremonial tally of my bed partners. I’d also been with females, though they lacked a certain thrill that an omega did for me. In heat, though? I’d never had that with an omega before. Part of me loved it, and the rest of me had feral instinct snarling at me in the back of my head to fuck, knot, and nut as fast as possible. My wolf brain agreed.

Slowly, take time. Enjoy it,I thought, to calm my instincts.

I pinned Nico on his back, thumb hooked in his waistband, circling to flick his brass button. The stiff, new jeans slid down his hips, exposing the soft nest of hair I adored to run my fingers through. He’d offered to shave for me, and maybe someday I’d take him up on it, but for the time being, I relished the brush of it against me. It highlighted his form and held the strong scent of his omega nature, inviting me for scenting all the time.

I’d been cautious with him since he’d arrived, a gentle lover taking my time, but I had the desire for some expediency. When his cock sprang free, dripping with need, foreskin pulled back already, I descended on him, drool basting my lower chin before I even had him to root. There, I relished the startled cry of pleasure he stifled beneath me with a squirm.

He was sweet. I’d never tasted something so addictive, his nectar drawing me in like a bee to a flower. Nature had me by the balls and I groaned with a desperate suck. My tongue writhed in my mouth rolling along his shaft. Every drop I could coax from him seemed more important than the next, and a fevered haze had me until his whimpers of protest brought me back to consciousness in time to taste the sweet spill of his release.

I pulled back, letting him bathe my tongue and swallowed with a thick groan.

“Shilo, please.” Nico’s breathless whimper drew my gaze. His chest heaved, rising and falling to the tune of his own need. Sweat trailed his brow, though the house was probably in the sixties.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.” He struggled, kicking at his legs to get his jeans off. I aided as best I could, kicking my own pants off, cock achingly hard as it met the cold air.

He wasted no time in rolling over, presenting his ass for me, though I rarely took him that way before. Despite my urgency to thrust into him, I took my time, kissing up the back of his thighs, licking over the globe of one cheek before trailing my lips to his crease where I tasted his welling slick. If I thought his spend was sweet, his slick was sweeter, pure honey drawing me in for a possessive growl. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Can your dick taste?” His tone matched my own growl.

“No,” I chuckled, lapping a streak over his twitching hole.

“Okay, then. Cock, now.” His demand had me lap at his hole once more, tongue pushing inside to see if he was pliant already. I was used to him needing more prep work, but he yielded to me. So, satisfied, I glided my way up and over his body, bracing one hand on the bed as my other guided my cock. I used my knee to tap his legs apart a little and pushed the head against his fluttering hole.

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