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“Ngh,” Pember moaned, hands pawing at Blake’s shoulders.

His mouth was damp and hot, and Pember’s cock strained uncontrollably.

His ribs rose off the sofa as he threw his head back and opened his legs wider, letting Blake nudge his balls with his nose.

They drew tight against his body, making his legs quiver and his toes curl.

Blake moved back to his thighs, the kisses turning to licks, licks turning to nips, nips turning to bites. Pember groaned, the coil of something wild unfurling in his core.

“I want to taste you, Pem.”

“Y-Yes. O-oh, yes I want that.”

Blake’s expression darkened, lips splitting into a feral grin as he hooked his fingers under Pember’s underwear and drew them down. His tongue swiped out to lick the pearl of pre-come gathering at Pember’s tip, throat rumbling as he sucked him down in one go.

“Ah!” Pember moaned, pressing his face into his bicep as he struggled to contain the noise.

Still grinning around his cock, Blake ran a hand over Pember’s taut stomach and peaked nipples, rubbing them with his thumb.

His mouth was an inferno as it slipped and slid all over Pember’s cock, tongue lapping at his slit, his shaft, his balls.

There was not one part of him that Blake didn’t consume.

Pember was panting, hips moving in rhythm with Blake’s mouth. His head spun, and he wasn’t entirely sure he was still on planet earth anymore. Then, the alpha’s hands were around his waist, angling his hips so his back arched and he could rock and thrust into his mouth as much as he wanted.

“O-oh, fu—oh, sh—” Pember stuttered, throwing his head back. He’d never liked his stutter, but it seemed to be driving the alpha wild in that moment.

It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. The tightness in his belly, the tingling of his skin, the pooling heat in his spine.

His brain started going to all sorts of strange places, like picturing Blake standing at the end of a windswept pier as they holidayed in Brighton.

Or Blake drinking elderflower wine at the bottom of the garden in the middle of summer.

Or Blake holding their baby in the middle of the night.

Oh fuck , things were getting out of hand, his hormones were going haywire and he was close. So fucking close that one more swipe of Blake’s tongue would be enough to send him spilling into his mouth.

Blake must’ve sensed it, because the next thing Pember knew his legs were over the alpha’s shoulders and he saw his own toes curling in the air. Blake gripped the backs of his thighs, keeping them open so he could look up at him as he came.

Pember tumbled wordlessly into orgasm, eyes squeezing shut, brows furrowed, mouth hanging open. His muscles clenched wildly, but Blake kept him in his mouth as he spilled over and over into his hot throat.

He had no idea how long it lasted, but by the time his senses came to, his legs were still shaking and Blake was kissing his stomach. He nudged his nose through Pember’s dark pubic hair, kissing the base of his shaft and licking away the seed that dribbled down his length.

He sighed as Blake kissed all over his ribs, running his tongue across his oversensitive nipples, until finally finding his way back into Pember’s mouth. They stayed like that for a long time, sharing messy, open-mouthed kisses that neither of them had much control over.

Blake’s hips grew restless as he rocked against Pember’s pelvis. It was gentle at first, but then a low rumble started to vibrate deep in his chest. It was constant, like a cat purring, only rougher and deeper.

“Pember,” he growled, fangs popping out as he scraped them across his neck.

Pember squirmed, lifting his legs and planting his heels in the small of Blake’s back. Somehow, he managed to work his toes into the waistband of his joggers, dragging them over his arse. As his cock sprang free, both their heads snapped down to behold his very long, leaking arousal.

“O-oh—” Pember said, followed by a string of noises that were definitely not part of the English language.

Blake swallowed, rocking back on his haunches. “I… Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you saw it before, in the woods. Perhaps I should have mentioned it.”

“N-no, it’s… I-it’s, um—it’s a?—”

A dick piercing. Blake had a dick piercing. Two little silver balls, one nestled over his slit, the other at the base of his head.

“Yeah,” Blake whispered, leaning down to kiss Pember’s cheek. He drew back, letting his cock slide between Pember’s legs and alongside his own.

“I thought… I t-though… ngh, needles?”

Blake let out a breath. “Brat. Remember?”

Pember huffed out a laugh.

“Is it a turn-off?” Blake whispered, wiping a hand across his mouth. He rested his hands on Pember’s spread knees, watching him closely.

“No,” he breathed, face flushing even darker. “No, it isn’t a turn-off.”

Blake grinned, leaning down to kiss him again, but Pember pushed up. He pressed forward, shoving Blake back until he was leaning against the arm of the sofa.

Straddling Blake’s hips, he said, “Don’t push me away again.” He cupped the alpha’s neck and thoroughly kissed his mouth. Both hands raked down his body before his fingers were curling around his length.

“I want to make you feel good,” Pember whispered, peppering kisses in Blake’s damp hair. “I want you to lose yourself in me.”

Blake groaned. “I already have, Pem.” His fingers dug into Pember’s arse cheeks. “Grip it tight,” he said, guiding Pember’s hand down to the base of his shaft.

Pember’s stomach fluttered as he felt the hot flare of muscle nestled within his pubic hair. The knot was dormant, but it would have been engorged beyond belief when his rut hit the previous day.

The rut I caused.

Pember had never been with an alpha, let alone touched a knot on a living, breathing man.

“Like this?” he said, kissing Blake’s forehead as he caressed it between his fingers.

Blake groaned. “Yeah, like that.”

“You’re gonna wake Cherry up with noises like that.” Pember chuckled, pulling his own shirt over his head.

“And you’re going to be the death of me,” Blake whispered back, kissing his neck as he guided Pember’s other hand to the tip of his cock.

Their hands folded together, sliding and stroking up and down the entire length, flicking over the jewellery nestled at the tip.

“Does it hurt?” Pember whispered against his cheek.

“No,” Blake replied, breath catching as Pember ran his thumb over it.

“I like it a lot,” Pember whispered.

“Maybe you should get one.”

Pember smirked, mouth moving down to capture the scent gland beneath Blake’s ear. “You think so?” he said against his skin.

Blake groaned, pressing his fingers into Pember’s lower back and rocking him forwards. “Why not? They sell omega-only jewellery. You’d look so sweet with a little gem in your cock.”

Pember huffed out a laugh. “Hmm. We could have jousting matches. Or treasure hunts”

It was official. Pember was actually drunk off Blake’s scent.

Blake chuckled, nuzzling Pember’s neck. “Do you always make jokes when you’re turned on?”

“Remains to be seen. Might require further study.”

Val’s blanket pooled around Pember’s thighs as he curled around Blake’s body. They were mouthing one another’s necks, but it didn’t take long for Blake’s kisses to turn to shallow bites again.

Pember pulled back, his own cock engorged even though it’d only been a few minutes since his release. Blake snarled, mouth clamping around Pember’s shoulder and raking his hips forward. In one fluid movement, Pember was on his back again with Blake pressing between his legs.

He whined, pushing up to slide his cock alongside Blake’s, and soon they were both rutting against each other.

“Ah—oh—ngh,” Pember moaned, his body alight with lust. Never, in his entire life, had he felt so alive, so confident, so…

wanted. His heart swelled, and soon he was panting into Blake’s hair.

The alpha fell first, his knot pulsing as he snarled against Pember’s shoulder, biting him, pushing his flesh to the limit of pain and pleasure. It wasn’t the true bite, but it would leave a mark that wouldn’t quickly fade.

Blake’s hot seed splashed into their hands and over Pember’s stomach, the slippery wetness of it enough to make Pember shudder into climax for a second time. His body jerked as he spurted into their hands.

The room was filled with their ragged breaths and the crackle of the dying fire.

Pember’s thighs and stomach were drenched, as was Blake’s chest. The pheromones blanketing the air were stifling, but Pember could only revel in their combined scent.

They smelled good together. Sod that, they smelled fucking amazing.

Still breathing hard, Pember’s mouth pulled into an impish grin. “Val and Earnie probably made out on this sofa,” he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re disgusting,” Blake replied, squeezing Pember’s thighs. They lay in silent contentment, their wolves quiet as Blake covered Pember with his entire body.

“What do you think Bailey and George are doing right now?” Pember whispered, wiping away a trail of semen that was about to dribble onto the sofa.

“Probably shagging on my rug,” Blake said, nipping Pember’s earlobe. “I caught George humping Bailey’s blanket earlier.”

Pember laughed. “Dirty bastard. My girl’s innocent, I’ll have you know.”

“Mhm, so innocent that she knew exactly how to steal the treats off the counter when my back was turned.”

‘ Hi, it’s Ru. Just wanted to let you know that I got home safe. Sorry about earlier. ’

The rhythmic thrum of Blake’s chest made Pember’s eyes grow heavy as he looked at his phone. They’d both taken it in turns to return to their respective homes, shower and change their clothes. Blake made Pember a sandwich whilst he checked on Val, who was fast asleep surrounded by Earnie’s clothes.

Pember was plastered against his chest, lips ghosting over the vertical scar across his sternum.

‘ No worries, ’ he typed back. ‘ Are you okay? ’

Ru replied with a thumbs up emoji. ‘ Thanks for asking. ’

Pember sighed, and Blake stroked his hair. “Is that the omega from tonight?”

“Yeah, Ru. I’m glad he remembered to text.”

Blake nodded. “Will you see him again?”

Pember swallowed. “I want to. He just looked so sad, I can’t help but feel for him.” There was a beat of silence before Pember whispered, “I’ve decided to see her.”

“Who?”

“Mum. I have to know if her behaviour is really because of Immy, or…” His words trailed off, and Blake pressed a hand into the small of his back.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I have to know if I want her in my life. Or if she wants me.”

“Want me to come with you?”

Pember smiled, letting out a steady breath. He brought their faces together, drawing Blake into another deep kiss. The earlier heat had simmered into exhaustion, and he let his eyes drift shut. “Yes.”

Blake let out a hum of approval, and brushed Pember’s hair out of his face. “Night, Pem.”

But Pember was already asleep.