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He finally pulled his other hand from Nikolai’s grasp, placing both on his cheeks, stroking the tears from his face with careful thumbs.
“You are not dying,” he promised. “You are in heat.”
“Heat?” Nikolai repeated. That made sense… kind of. Animals went through heats. Wolves included. But Nikolai wasn’t a wolf and he was pretty sure normal animals didn’t feel like they were on the verge of breaking apart without their one chosen mate.
“If you waited long enough, it would have passed. But it would be unbearable every step of the way… the better option is what you chose to do. Coming to me, your mate to satisfy you, the way that only I can.”
Nikolai swallowed.
“Please,” he found himself moaning and Soren bent down,finallypressing their lips together.
Soren’s mouth had no right to feel so good.
Pleasure shot through Nikolai, straight to his cock. When Soren moaned, pressing his tongue inside, Nikolai arched off the bed.
He gripped his broad shoulders, trying to pull him down on top of him, forgetting all about his sensitive skin and the clothes in the way.
Soren groaned, allowing himself to be pulled down onto Nikolai.
Nikolai nearly cried out in pain but just as quickly, as Soren's scent overwhelmed him, pleasure blotted out everything else.
He pressed up into the shifter's heavy weight, legs spreading to accommodate him better. The hard length of Soren's cock pressed down on his and Nikolai's entire body convulsed with pleasure. His teeth bit into Soren's lip as he jerked, coming hard in his pants.
Soren gasped, grinding down, giving him more while the shudders ran through his body.
His eyes were practically rolling, his heart thudding while tremors of pleasure coursed through his body.
It was by far better than any orgasm he'd given himself since this nightmare had begun and he hadn't even taken his clothes off.
Soren was giving him soft, lingering kisses. Mostly to his parted lips, but to his cheeks and forehead too, waiting patiently for him to come back around.
“Good?” he asked after a minute when Nikolai could open his eyes again.
“Better,” he admitted.
He wiggled his hips, feeling the slick wetness sliding pleasantly over his cock. When he clenched, his hole was just as wet.
Nikolai swallowed.
“I'm still hard,” he said, unable to keep the note of whining out of his voice. “I want more.”
Soren smiled indulgently and Nikolai's heart squeezed at the look he gave him.
“I'll give you more,” he promised. “We're just getting started.”
CHAPTER7
SOREN
Soren lifted off of Nikolai, blood rushing at the disappointed mewl his omega let out.
The scent of his heat was overwhelming. It was a wonder any of the other alphas had resisted it.
A growl tore through his throat at the thought and Nikolai’s eyes widened.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Soren bent down, kissing him roughly before he could.
He only pulled back when Nikolai began to moan and twitch. He met Soren’s hungry gaze with his own.
