Page 93 of Night Call

Pember had never been with an alpha, let alone touched a knot on a living, breathing man.

“Like this?” he said, kissing Blake’s forehead as he caressed it between his fingers.

Blake groaned. “Yeah, like that.”

“You’re gonna wake Cherry up with noises like that.” Pember chuckled, pulling his own shirt over his head.

“And you’re going to be the death of me,” Blake whispered back, kissing his neck as he guided Pember’s other hand to the tip of his cock.

Their hands folded together, sliding and stroking up and down the entire length, flicking over the jewellery nestled at the tip.

“Does it hurt?” Pember whispered against his cheek.

“No,” Blake replied, breath catching as Pember ran his thumb over it.

“I like it a lot,” Pember whispered.

“Maybe you should get one.”

Pember smirked, mouth moving down to capture the scent gland beneath Blake’s ear. “You think so?” he said against his skin.

Blake groaned, pressing his fingers into Pember’s lower back and rocking him forwards. “Why not? They sell omega-only jewellery. You’d look so sweet with a little gem in your cock.”

Pember huffed out a laugh. “Hmm. We could have jousting matches. Or treasure hunts”

It was official. Pember was actually drunk off Blake’s scent.

Blake chuckled, nuzzling Pember’s neck. “Do you always make jokes when you’re turned on?”

“Remains to be seen. Might require further study.”

Val’s blanket pooled around Pember’s thighs as he curled around Blake’s body. They were mouthing one another’s necks, but it didn’t take long for Blake’s kisses to turn to shallow bites again.

Pember pulled back, his own cock engorged even though it’d only been a few minutes since his release. Blake snarled, mouth clamping around Pember’s shoulder and raking his hips forward. In one fluid movement, Pember was on his back again with Blake pressing between his legs.

He whined, pushing up to slide his cock alongside Blake’s, and soon they were both rutting against each other. “Ah—oh—ngh,” Pember moaned, his body alight with lust. Never, in his entire life, had he felt so alive, so confident, so… wanted. His heart swelled, and soon he was panting into Blake’s hair.

The alpha fell first, his knot pulsing as he snarled against Pember’s shoulder, biting him, pushing his flesh to the limit of pain and pleasure. It wasn’t the true bite, but it would leave a mark that wouldn’t quickly fade.

Blake’s hot seed splashed into their hands and over Pember’s stomach, the slippery wetness of it enough to make Pembershudder into climax for a second time. His body jerked as he spurted into their hands.

The room was filled with their ragged breaths and the crackle of the dying fire. Pember’s thighs and stomach were drenched, as was Blake’s chest. The pheromones blanketing the air were stifling, but Pember could only revel in their combined scent. They smelled good together. Sod that, they smelled fucking amazing.

Still breathing hard, Pember’s mouth pulled into an impish grin. “Val and Earnie probably made out on this sofa,” he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re disgusting,” Blake replied, squeezing Pember’s thighs. They lay in silent contentment, their wolves quiet as Blake covered Pember with his entire body.

“What do you think Bailey and George are doing right now?” Pember whispered, wiping away a trail of semen that was about to dribble onto the sofa.

“Probably shagging on my rug,” Blake said, nipping Pember’s earlobe. “I caught George humping Bailey’s blanket earlier.”

Pember laughed. “Dirty bastard. My girl’s innocent, I’ll have you know.”

“Mhm, so innocent that she knew exactly how to steal the treats off the counter when my back was turned.”

‘Hi, it’s Ru. Just wanted to let you know that I got home safe. Sorry about earlier.’

The rhythmic thrum of Blake’s chest made Pember’s eyes grow heavy as he looked at his phone. They’d both taken it in turns to return to their respective homes, shower and changetheir clothes. Blake made Pember a sandwich whilst he checked on Val, who was fast asleep surrounded by Earnie’s clothes.

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