Page 5 of Devil May Hunt (The Devils of Vitality #8)

A persistent mouth sucked on his nipple, pressing in closer when Brennon wiggled and tried to dislodge it. Fingers moved to capture his other bud, twisting it in a sharp, pain-filled contrast to the soft laps of tongue and pull of lips against his other one.

When that mouth finally did free him, it didn’t leave him for long, trailing wet kisses down his body.

Brennon curled his fingers in sandy blond hair, nails scraping lightly against the person’s scalp. He blinked through tears and exhaustion, the heavy fog of intoxication still gripping him as he tried to focus his vision on the person before him.

Everything was cloudy.

Where was he?

What was he doing?

Who was this man getting closer and closer to his—

Brennon tossed his head back, over the armrest of the couch, when his dick was swallowed whole. He squirmed, balls tightening as he was blown, hands still holding onto those silky threads for dear life.

“You’re the perfect size for me, pretty lover,” a smooth voice drawled the second that hot mouth popped off him. A cheek nuzzled against his groin. “You taste as good as you smell.”

“Who are you?” Brennon didn’t let him go despite the question, holding on even as he felt the man rise above him. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t bother to open them, knowing what was coming without having to see.

“Alpha.” Something huge settled at his opening, and then the largest cock he’d ever taken forced its way into his body. “Your alpha.”

Brennon cried out, sobbing as he was roughly filled, but it didn’t hurt.

He frowned.

“How long have we been…doing this?” He only then realized how hoarse his voice sounded in contrast to the other man’s. He was also warm and sticky, covered in a sheen of sweat and potentially other fluids he didn’t have the brainpower to consider presently.

The room they were in was small, the walls a dark gray, the couch leather and pulling uncomfortably at his skin with every powerful thrust the alpha made against him.

He felt sore and overwhelmed, but when that large cock dragged against his inner walls and banged against his prostate, thunderclaps went off in his head, and his entire body was consumed by blinding bolts of lightning.

Oh. That was the lingering smell. Mixed in with the scent of salt and sex, there was a distinct smell that almost couldn’t be described. Like the air after a big storm, and the chill of the wind tossing raindrops around.

Brennon leaned up and sniffed, his nose bumping against the alpha’s collarbone.

“Are you scenting me, pretty lover?” There was a pleasant purr, delivered almost as though meant as praise, and Brennon got the feeling he’d heard it before.

“How long?” he asked again. When he tried to piece things together, the force of that cock spearing through his body drove structured thought from his mind.

“Only twelve hours,” the alpha answered, snorting when Brennon gasped. “That isn’t long at all, pretty lover. We can keep going.”

“No.” Logically, that was the correct response, but even as he said it, Brennon’s thighs parted and his hips lifted as though to help the alpha pummel him even deeper.

One more orgasm wouldn’t hurt, right?

Now that it’d been brought to his attention, he could sort of remember the other ones.

“Did I pass out?”

“A couple of times,” the alpha said.

“Who are you?” He sobbed as he was suddenly yanked up and repositioned, settled so he was straddling the alpha’s lap and dropped down onto that demanding cock hard enough his teeth rattled. “Fuck!”

“Exactly.” Firm hands gripped his waist. “Fuck me, pretty lover. Take your pleasure from my body and show me how you like it.”

“What?” Brennon didn’t understand a word this man was saying. His right hand braced himself against his shoulder, the other going to the alpha’s chest. He was shaking, his sore and strained muscles battling against the need to find friction and make himself come.

The cock buried inside of him pulsed, and Brennon sucked in a sharp breath, adjusting his knees without registering what he was doing. He needed it though.

“Take it then,” the alpha suggested.

Had he spoken out loud?

Whatever.

He was already this far gone, might as well keep at it.

It was difficult at first due to the alpha’s sheer size and how tired he was, but Brennon’s lust pushed him through the discomfort, and it wasn’t long before he’d gotten the hang of it and set a steady rhythm.

“Feel good?” The alpha nipped at his chin lightly.

“I’ve never felt so full before in my life,” he admitted without thinking.

“This is nothing. Wait until you take my knot.”

“What?”

“Don’t be frightened,” he cooed, capturing Brennon by the nape and tugging him in so their mouths could meet and their tongues could tangle.

It threw off the pace, but the alpha seemed impatient now, taking over with ease.

He drove up and used his other hand to press Brennon down, pumping into him with increased frenzy as he fucked his mouth with the same ardor.

Brennon felt funny. Strange and unlike himself. He clung to the alpha, grateful for that slight tether as his entire being seemed to come apart and piece itself back together over and over again on a never-ending loop.

Had sex always been this all-consuming?

“You’re hot,” the alpha’s voice broke into his thoughts.

“Thanks.”

“No,” he pressed a palm to the back of Brennon’s forehead, pausing. “Your temperature has gone up. Are fevers common during intercourse on Vitality?”

“Not for Vitals.” Brennon pushed his hand away and rocked onto his cock with a whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“You might be ill.”

“It’s just the alcohol,” he corrected. “I drank too much.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He let out a frustrated sound and made as though to get up. “But if you’re going to be like this, I’ll just go find someone else to—”

Brennon landed on the cold floor faster than he could blink, the alpha already settling back on top of him. He cried out and wrapped his arms around the other man when he thrust back into him, digging his nails into flesh without realizing as he was brutally fucked the way he wanted.

“I’m going to make you so full,” the alpha growled, “you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else ever again.

You’ll dream of my cock, beg me to take you.

Should I do that, pretty lover? Should I pump you so full of my come you can’t take a single step without me dripping from your abused hole?

Make you ride me until you’re so blown open, it takes hours for you to close back up? ”

That was gross, so why did Brennon’s stomach flip at the aggressive dirty talk? Why was he wrapping his legs around the alpha’s waist and digging his heels into his ass as though to challenge him?

“Oh, you like that.” The other man licked a trail from Brennon’s chin to his ear, biting on his lobe until he groaned. “I’ve never wanted to claim someone before, but you’re tempting me. Making me long for things I shouldn’t.”

“Just,” Brennon glared at him, “shut up and fuck me harder.”

“An omega wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. A beta wouldn’t either.”

“I’m Vital.” Hadn’t they covered that already? They had, right?

Right?

“I’m not convinced,” the alpha declared, but when Brennon parted his lips to insist, he let out a low rumble that somehow made Brennon clamp his mouth shut. “Your lineage isn’t important right now. Breeding you is.”

Vitals couldn’t get pregnant.

But if the alpha wanted to try so badly, who was Brennon to stop him?