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He cut me off. “You deserve it. Both of you do. Take the night, have a little privacy…” He left that statement hanging, eyebrow arched. There was no mistaking what he was implying. Ben and I didn’t get a whole lot of alone time these days, and we did our best to be quiet at night, but there was only so much a pillow could do to muffle my moans.

“Thank you,” I said again earnestly, giving Dad a big hug, then I said good night to Kit.

Once they were gone, I turned to face Ben. The key felt warm in my hand where I gripped it tightly. “Have we stayed long enough?” I asked, practically panting. The benefit of an oversized coat was that it hid all kinds of things…hardthings… and it also hid when he palmed his hand over my crotch.

Ben’s eyes hardened, his nostrils flaring with restraint. He didn’t even bother playing coy. He just blurted, “Yes. Let’s go,” and grabbed my hand so he could drag me out the door, shouldering his way through the crowd. Dante lifted his glass in a toast in my direction, winking, but he thankfully didn’t try to stop us. It was obvious to everyone that we had somewhere to be.

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Ben

Shanefeltsoperfectlike this, cradled in my arms. Warm and safe, his body limp and relaxed. He had the cutest little snore. I was trying to let him sleep, really I was, but the longer I watched him, the harder it was to leave him be.

Though we left the art gallery last night before it got too late, we ran into some construction on the way home and had to go on a long detour, choked with traffic. Then, when we came in through the hotel’s front doors, Shane’s stomach had started grumbling, loud enough to echo in the high-ceilinged lobby.

He’d wrapped his hands around his stomach to try and muffle the sound and whispered, “I’m sorry,” to the guests who’d giggled, loitering outside the lounge.

“That’s it, baby needs food,” I declared, and Shane hadn’t argued. The restaurant was closed for the evening, but the kind gentleman at the front desk remembered me from when I’d been there to repair the elevator, and he promised he’d have some food brought up to our room.

True to his word, a man showed up twenty minutes later with a tray laden with food. It was nothing too fancy, but we weren’t picky. After all was said and done, my omega was practically falling asleep at the table in our room, snuggled deep into my jacket like it was a blanket. “But sexy times,” he’d whined when I scooped him up and undressed him with care, before tucking him into the plush bed.

“There will be plenty of time in the morning. Thanks to your dad, we don’t have any reason to get out of bed… or to keep quiet.”

Which brought us to this moment. I woke up spooning around Shane, my hand splayed over his stomach in a protective position that came naturally to me. It was barely morning, with the orange glow of sunrise streaming in through the curtains I forgot to close last night. The light gilded Shane’s curls and the curve of his shoulder. I carefully peeled the sheet back so I could see how gorgeous he was in the warm light.

The bed was huge, but it didn’t seem to matter because we didn’t use more than a quarter of the space. I would always be as close to my man as I could manage. His scent called to me, and even as I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck to breathe him in, I tilted my hips to slide my thickening length through his slick crack. I couldn’t resist the draw I felt for him.

He murmured in his sleep, wiggling back into me. “Ben…” he whimpered, but his voice had that otherworldly sense to it, and I suspected he was still asleep. I loved that he was with me even in his sleep, and I decided to make his dreams even better.

Sliding my hand from his stomach, I reached beneath his baby bump to find his dick, already hard and waiting for me, a bead of precum on the tip. I dragged the sticky moisture down over his shaft, pumping in time with the grind of my hips. My other arm was under his head, but if I stretched, I could just barely reach his right nipple, teasing at it with the tip of my finger.

His eyes still closed, Shane began to stir, rocking in time with me, his body on board even before his mind knew what was happening. “Ben,” he groaned, reaching over his shoulder to grip the back of my neck, his fingers entangling in my hair.

I sucked on the soft skin of his neck, tempted to leave a mark, but try explaining hickies to a curious seven-year-old. So instead, I let my whiskers do the teasing. There was no mistake that he was awake now, his breathing ragged and his balls tightening when I cupped them in my palm.

“I was having the best dream…” he whispered huskily, “but then I woke up to something even better.”

Shane’s slick had thoroughly coated my shaft after all the humping, so when I nudged the head of my cock down to his tight entrance, it didn’t take much pressure to breach his hole. He let out a throaty groan as I eased myself deeper inside him, stretching him, filling him. Shane lifted his leg and propped it back over mine, trying to find the right angle.

“There,” he choked out as I came up against his prostate. “Right there.”

I loved his gasps and whispers, but as he buried his face in the pillow to hide any noise, I dug my fingers into his hair and tugged his head back. “No, omega mine, don’t muffle it. Let it all out. I want to hear you scream my name.” I wasn’t sure when we’d have another opportunity to be loud, and I wanted to take full advantage of it.

Habits were hard to break, but I used my mouth and my hands, paired with my cock up his ass, to coax his moans out of him. Little by little, he allowed himself to open up, to relax. Once he realized that nobody was going to interrupt us this morning, it was like a whole new version of him was unleashed. Soon, he had his head thrown back, letting out the most obscene sounds I’d ever heard from him. I could come from those noises alone.

“Ben, I love your thick, hot cock,” he growled, grasping for my hips to try to urge me to move faster, but I was all for taking my time with him. “I want you deeper, harder,” he demanded loudly. “Fill me with your thick cum.”

“Gods, Shane, who knew you had such a filthy mouth.” I chuckled, keeping my agonizingly slow pace and loving how wild it was driving him.

He was writhing on my dick, searching for his release, but every time either of us got close, I backed off, keeping it just out of reach. “You’re such a tease,” he whined, but I knew he loved it. The bed was drenched with his slick, more and more pouring out with each thrust. The room was perfumed with the stench of sweat and sex, and I wasn’t anywhere near done with him. I wondered how many more times I could have him before checkout time.

“Please,” he begged at last. “Please, let me come.”

“Ahh, there’s the magic word,” I praised. “All you had to do was ask nicely.” Thank gods he had, because I was just barely hanging on by a thread. Wrapping my arms around him to hold him in place against me, I picked up the pace at long last, driving in and out of his slippery hole until he shouted, “Fuck! Ben! Yes!” and unleashed his climax across the bed.

The tightness in my stomach and balls finally released as I unloaded my seed deep inside his channel, pumping him full and leaving my mark inside him. I shuddered, grunting, as I felt the orgasm all the way down to my toes.

My knot came next, swelling and expanding and making Shane curse. I knew this was his favorite part, being thoroughly claimed by me.

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