Page 115 of Ascendant Moon
A proud Scooter slipped an arm around Linc, as his mate answered the question.
“No, but I’ll have to file a petition for a name change like Lance did. It might take a while to make itlegal, but if anyone asks, I’m a Scoon.”
After that, the couple enjoyed seeing the other families with recent additions. Donna and Lou came by with Marcel and Alain, followed by Micah and Erin with Kaylee, and finally Lance and Roman with Alastair, Logan, and Quinn. When Rosy, and Jonah’s future pups, were added to the mix, Gladstone would be bursting at the seams with preschoolers. Lincoln thought it was great, as Rosy would have other kids her age to grow up with.
When it came time for dessert, Melva showed up with plates for Lincoln and Scooter, and exchanged them for a chance to hold Rosy. Fortunately, she’d get to change the little minx, who decided to fill her diaper at the most opportune time. Melva simply laughed and grabbed the diaper bag.
“I’ll be right back, boys. Granny has some business to attend to. You enjoy your dessert!”
Scooter kept his eye on the pair, even though Rosy was only a few yards away. His wolf wasn’t happy about the child being out of immediate reach, but Melva was careful to honor their wishes, and wouldn’t let Rosy be carried off by handsy packmates. Lou had struggled with the same issue, but was now accustomed to his sons being passed around. Isolation wasn’t healthy for shifter children, and was, in fact, the opposite of fostering the pack bonds every shifter relied on through life.
Melva tried to bring a sweeter-smelling Rosalee back to her parents but was waylaid by another group who wanted to see the little cutie pie. Caleb, Robyn, Nolan and Garrett converged to surround the infant, all leaning in for a good scenting and to comment on her outfit. All four had a certain wistful look in their eyes, as in “when is it my turn?,” though it was Nolan who spoke.
“Look at her Garrett! Do you suppose we would get one as adorable? Maybe the spring event will bring us our Honor Mate.”
Robyn couldn’t resist teasing her packmates just a little.
“I don’t know boys. If you want a babythisbeautiful, you’ll have to find someone better looking than the two ofyou. Just saying…”
Caleb busted out laughing as Nolan tried to come up with a crushing reply, failed miserably, and had to be dragged away by his grinning mate. Melva’s face lit up with pleasure as she turned to Robyn.
“Nice one, dear. I can admire a woman who’s fast on her feet. Now, I better return Rosy before Scooter’s eyes burn a hole in the back of my head!”
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Later that evening
As soon as Rosy went down, so did her dads—though not for sleeping. After days of quiet negotiations, Scooter finally convinced Lincoln to top him. It wasn’t lack of knowledge or ability, but rather a confidence issue, and Scooter had used the Thanksgiving holiday to break down the last of Lincoln’s hesitation.
“I’m thankful for a lot of things this year, but mostly you. Just because you’re an Omega doesn’t mean you can’t be in the driver’s seat, and I want you inside me. Please, sweetheart, just make me feel good.”
Lincoln melted. Scooter rarely asked for anything, always giving and attentive with no thought for himself. He couldn’t possibly deny his mate after a request like that, and truth be told, he’d been secretly curious about switching things up.
Lincoln started with soft kisses, working his way to Scooter’s left ear and then further down to the mating mark. The big man moaned with pleasure as Lincoln licked and sucked against the scar, full-body shivers shaking the bed as he lost control of his powerful body. There was no question now whether Lincoln could make his mate feel good, and the knowledge encouraged a boldness he’d never felt before.
Next, he stroked Scooter’s muscular arms and pecs, stopping to tease and lick at his sensitive nipples. They weren’t surrounded by chest hair as Lincoln’s were—in fact, his mate had no body hair above the sternum. It provided a stark and enticing contrast to his furry belly and abs, leading to the enormous prize between tree-trunk legs. Lincoln had been purposely rubbing against his mate while his hands and mouth were busy, and he couldn’t possibly miss Scooter’s erection.
The thing was simply ginormous—long, thick, hot, and throbbing, with a glans that was almost totally concealed by a generous foreskin. Lincoln licked away the sweet/salty precum as he slid the sheath down to expose his mate’s beautiful cock. Too huge to swallow, he used both hands to stroke while he sucked away at the crown. Scooter began to growl and thrash, trying not to hurt his smaller mate or knock him clean off the bed. It almost happened anyway when Lincoln went after theman’s balls—rolling, squeezing, and tugging on the loose skin of his scrotum. Scooter was about to lose it.
“Liiiinc! I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.I need your cock. Slick up my hole and get in there!”
The role reversal certainly did something for Lincoln’s libido, especially when his mate sounded so desperate.
“Okay, love. Spread your legs, and I’ll get you ready.”
Lincoln drizzled cool, squelchy lube on Scooter’s hairy pucker, working it in with his fingers while lightly stroking the man’s twitching dick. In no time, he was sawing four digits in and out until his mate begged him for more.
“Hold your legs up so I can get in there. You want it hard and fast?”
Scooter’s rumbling growl bounced off the bedroom walls as he eagerly nodded.
“Let me have it!”
Lincoln slid right into the tight, hot channel—startled by the amazing sensation and afraid he wouldn’t last very long. Scooter lifted his head so Lincoln could reach his mouth, fervid kisses amid heavy breathing and a building orgasm. Instead of sitting back to enjoy the ride, Lincoln’s wolf decided to up the stakes, pushing his human half to give his mate even more. Scooter’s muscles contracted as the orgasm gripped him, tightening his channel around Lincoln’s cock.
That’s when two sets of fangs dropped, and the pair latched onto one another’s mating scars, creating an intense feedback loop. Scooter’s cum painted the space between their bodies while Lincoln filled his channel with seed. Pleasure exploded in theirheads, so all-consuming neither man made a sound, save the gasping of breath. Suspended in time, the sexually charged loop circled round and round until their jaws finally let go.
Tender licks followed to seal the fresh wounds, threatening to start the orgasmic cycle all over again. Temporarily spent, Lincoln lay sprawled on top of his mate—exactly where Scooter wanted him. A mutual low rumbling and the scent of satisfaction spoke volumes, words unnecessary until the afterglow began to fade. Scooter adjusted his mate’s position so he could kiss him properly.
