Page 84 of Overeager
Eli’s claiming bite.
They’d wanted to wait until Noah’s graduation last month before they took that step. And when they’d realized Eli’s heat would hit first, Noah had insisted.
“I want you to do it first,” he’d said, his eyes bright with excitement. “I want to be claimed by you, Eli.”
It wasn’t the usual order of things—it was usually an alpha making the bite first and then the omega second—but Eli shouldn’t have been surprised. It was just like Noah to reject the status quo without a thought. Just like him to be too sweet and eager to wait for his own rut.
And now his rut was here. By the time this week was over, Eli would be claimed right back.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Eli asked quietly, rubbing softly with the hand at Noah’s back.
Noah’s only answer was a grunt. That was about what Eli had been expecting—Noah always went pretty nonverbal during the peaks of his rut, although sometimes he’d grind out a questioning “Good?” or an affirmative “So good” out of nowhere.
It delighted Eli to no end that those were some of Noah’s only spoken words mid-rut. That even in his alpha hindbrain, he was always checking in with Eli, always making sure he was taken care of.
Eli could tell by Noah’s pheromones that things were okay, anyway. They were a little intense—what with Eli not having been here when the first wave of his rut hit— but they weren’t harsh and panicked.
Just … rich. Hungry.
As further evidenced by Noah ripping off the rest of their clothes in the next few seconds, big hands grasping greedily at Eli’s bare ass.
“Should we get to a bed?” Eli asked with a laugh.
Noah grunted his version of a negative, pressing Eli down instead.
All right. Fucking on the floor it would be. Not ideal for Eli’s back, but he’d manage.
But right after laying Eli out on the hardwood, Noah cocked his head, eyeing their surroundings blearily. He scooped Eli up in the next instant, walking on his knees while holding him—a seriously impressive feat—until he hit the living room rug. He laid Eli out again, this time with the rug underneath him.
Aw. How thoughtful.
Eli raised a hand to cup Noah’s cheek and tell him so, but then Noah was tugging Eli’s legs straight and shoving his head into the crease of Eli’s groin.
Right. Time for Noah to scent mark the rest of him.
Eli went limp, letting himself be manhandled, giving in to the heady pleasure of Noah’s insistent mouth and searching hands. Eli was hard and leaking by the time Noah shoved his legs back to his chest, grunting in satisfaction at what his exploratory fingers found.
Because, yes, Eli was soaked, dripping slick onto that thoughtful bit of rug. He was soaked and loose and open, his body responding as it should to the thick syrup of rut pheromones in the air.
Noah growled his approval once more, and then his fingers were gone, and he was looming over Eli, lowering himself so his broad chest was pressing Eli’s legs as far back as they would go.
Yes. Fuck yes.
Eli canted his hips and tugged Noah down for a kiss just as the alpha pushed that thick, perfect cock into him, and Noah licked into Eli’s mouth greedily, grunting and growling as he gave Eli every inch of it.
He didn’t wait for Eli to adjust, didn’t murmur any words of praise—he just started snapping his hips, slamming into Eli with the same desperate greed he exhibited with every rut, like he was trying to fuck Eli so hard he could burrow inside him, join their bodies permanently, no knot required.
And just like every rut, it was heady and vicious, and it made Eli so wet he could barely hear himself over the sound of slick and sweat and skin slapping skin, Noah’s head shoved against the scent gland at the crook of his shoulder.
Since Noah rarely spoke during his rut, Eli had taken to talking for him, at least as best he could, babbling his approval with words he could only hope made some kind of sense. “Oh my fucking god. So good. So good, sweetheart. Oh.Oh. Unnngh. Yes, right there—so fuckinggood. Love you, love you, love you, love you.”
Noah had told him after his first rut that, even if he hadn’t been able to show it in the moment, he’d found it soothing, Eli’s extremely vocal enthusiasm for what they were doing. He’d described it like a light in the fog, signaling to him that he was right where he was supposed to be. That he was making Eli feel good, even if he was a little too mindless for finesse.
And when Eli’s words inevitably ran out—when he was too delirious with the relentless pleasure Noah was giving him—he gasped and whined and screamed his enjoyment instead.
The first peak was always quick and furious, and this time was no exception. It wasn’t long before Noah roared his release against Eli’s neck, his knot swelling against Eli’s ass. Noah shoved it past Eli’s stretched rim, lodging it inside him with that perfect, wonderful fullness, and Eli spasmed around it, shooting his orgasm between them just as he felt a sharp pain at his neck, followed by a flood of … goodness. Rightness. A new, steady warmth in his chest.
Noah had bitten into the left side of his neck, a mirror image of Eli’s own claim on him.
