Page 39 of Wolf Lost

The calculated glint in his eye told Dez that the little shit knew what he was doing. The tiny wicked grin he gave only cemented that impression.

Dez nipped at his ear again and gave in to the ridiculousness of the situation. “You know I’ll give you whatever you want”—he paused and grinned at Sawyer before tacking on—“little omega.”

Sawyer’s whole chest shook with his laughter before he pressed his body back into Dez again. “Seriously, though. Fuck me.”

Dez reached down and took his own cock in hand, guiding it to where Sawyer was obscenely wet and ready for him. They had joked about it, but it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore to get used to the perks of Sawyer being an omega.

His cock slid in easily, Sawyer giving a punched-out little moan and letting his head fall back onto Dez’s chest. His throat wobbled as he tried to say something, but he couldn’t seem to get the words out.

Dez thought he might understand. He pushed his way in, all the way to the hilt, and Sawyer’s eyes rolled back as he gave a pleased groan.

With his arms wound around Sawyer’s chest, he held his lover against him and pressed his hips forward as far as they would go. When he slid out, he only managed a few inches before Sawyer whined and tried to push back onto him.

“Please,” Sawyer whimpered. “All of it. Please.”

Without consulting him, Dez’s fresh wolfy instincts told him what to do. He leaned in and clamped his teeth down on the back of Sawyer’s neck. He barely held himself back from truly biting, drawing blood and leaving a permanent mark on Sawyer’s skin.

Sawyer went utterly rigid, tightening around Dez’s cock. For a second Dez was worried he’d gone too far, but after a moment he realized, with no small amount of shock, Sawyer was coming.

He reached down to stroke Sawyer’s cock, and it was already jerking and dripping onto the sheets below. Still, Sawyer shoved into his hand, seeking the extra friction. Just as quickly, he followed up by pushing back onto Dez’s cock, fucking himself, using Dez as a makeshift sex toy, taking what he needed.

That odd tickle at the base of Dez’s cock returned at the feeling of being used that way, and at the look of ecstasy on Sawyer’s face when he pulled back to look at him. He refused to worry this time. This was what their bodies were made for. This was precisely what they both wanted.

To be tied together, emotionally as they already were, and physically, as—

There was a pulse in his cock, and that electric feeling of release, but slower and softer than usual. Instead of reaching an immense crescendo and crashing him back into reality, Dez hit the crest of a much smaller wave, and it kept going like that, one wave after another of pleasure, slow and lazy and mind-numbingly good. He bit back down on Sawyer’s neck and groaned into it.

Sawyer let out a moan that increased in volume, ending on a sob as he twisted and writhed, but made no attempt to get away. If anything, he seemed to want more. His body went rigid again, his cock twitching and dribbling more come onto the sheets, never having gotten soft between orgasms.

They lay there like that for a long time, hips rolling together, jostling Dez’s cock inside Sawyer and making him moan and squirm, and riding that wave of hot, sweet pleasure.

Dez fell asleep with his cock still deep inside of Sawyer, head nestled into the crook of his shoulder, instincts warm and happy and most of all, utterly sated.

21

Don’t Want to Miss a Thing

Sawyer woke shivering, his body was freezing everywhere Dez wasn’t touching him. Dez’s cock was obligingly hard against his ass, and he wanted it so badly he started to salivate thinking about it.

The back of his neck still tingled where Dez had bitten it. Part of Sawyer worried he didn’t understand the significance of the gesture. Theclaim. Just the idea of it had driven Sawyer to orgasm the night before.

Maybe Dez meant it even if he didn’t know exactly what it was.

And no matter what happened in the end, Sawyer would always have this one perfect day. The day when someone cared enough to say, if only in body language, that they wanted to keep him forever. Not because he was convenient and his father had been alpha. Not because he was sweet or nurturing or all those omega things he wasn’t. Because Dez wanted Sawyer.

He turned around to face Dez, and even in his sleep the alpha reached for him. He clasped their hands together and gently rolled Dez onto his back. His cock jutted up, tenting the sheets, and Sawyer shivered as he pulled the sheet away.

For a second, he thought about going back to the blowjob he’d never finished, but that wasn’t what he needed. Instead, without fanfare, he pulled himself up to straddle Dez, and slowly, painstakingly, lowered himself onto that huge hot alpha cock. He definitely understood why the old omegas gossiped about alpha cock now.

Dez woke with a tiny jolt, eyes snapping open. His face went from mild surprise to amusement in a fraction of a second, and he gave a rough chuckle. “You weren’t kidding about waking me up to sex, were you?”

Sawyer froze halfway down Dez’s cock. He hadn’t asked, he realized. Ancestors, was he being a stereotype, either enslaved by his hormones or using them as an excuse to take advantage? “Did you not want me to—”

“I told you last night that it was fine, and I meant it. That was me, giving permission for you to take what you needed.” He grinned lasciviously as he slid his hands up to grasp Sawyer’s hips. “And I promise you, unless I specifically say otherwise, I’m never going to have a problem with waking up to this.”

Sawyer rolled his hips forward, and Dez tensed beneath him, like he wanted nothing more than to flip them and fuck Sawyer into the mattress. So Sawyer decided to play coy for a while, setting a languid pace despite the gnawing ache in his gut that demanded action.

This was good too. The intense look on Dez’s face alone was worth it. Sawyer had never been the mindless rutting beast the stories said an omega in heat was, but this time, with Dez, was easier. This first whole day was usually the worst, but instead he felt calm, like nothing was missing and he was right where he needed to be.

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