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NIGHT CALL

Pember

He’d asked, and Blake had come.

Seeing the alpha standing in his doorway sent a wave of desire straight to his core. Blake’s skin seemed to shimmer as the moonlight poured in through the living room window.

His mismatched eyes were darker, hyper focused, the predatory gaze of his wolf staring through. He tracked the tiniest twitch of Pember’s facial muscles, the bob of his Adam’s apple, and as he shut the front door, Pember could make out every click and slide of the locking mechanism.

Something was passing between them. An awareness. An acknowledgement that the world outside was gone, and only they remained in their little corner of the universe.

“Alpha,” Pember whispered, fingers curling around the front of his deep blue dressing gown.

“Omega,” Blake replied, voice so low it made the hairs on the back of Pember’s neck prickle.

He was a beacon of sensations ready to ignite, and as Blake closed the gap between them, the small flame in Pember’s belly roared to life. Blake gently ran a hand around the neckline of his robe, and Pember could hear every stitch of fabric as it passed beneath his thumb.

They hadn’t broken eye contact since he walked through the door, and even when the alpha slipped a finger into the tie around his waist, Pember couldn’t look away.

“Are you sure?” Blake whispered, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

Pember nodded.

“Say it,” Blake replied, slipping another finger around the tie.

Pember’s gaze slid to Blake’s throat, before flicking back up to his eyes. “I want this,” he said, the words barely above a whisper. “I want you.”

The rumble in Blake’s chest made Pember tremble. He wet his bottom lip, letting out a breath as Blake finally pulled the waist tie free. The robe hung open, revealing a strip of his bare body to the cold room. His cock slipped through, the tip already shiny and wet beneath his foreskin.

He’d been feverish all day, barely able to get out of bed. There’d been a brief period of reprieve in the early afternoon, but the second Blake’s car pulled up it had started all over again. His wolf knew what it wanted, and it had been pacing impatiently in the back of his mind all evening.

Blake’s short nails caressed the nape of his neck, making Pember moan and lean back into the touch. A rush of slick warmed his insides, causing his eyes to drift shut.

“Look at me,” Blake whispered, the fingers of his other hand splaying across his belly. “I want you to look at me.”

Brows pinching together, Pember tipped his head back and met Blake’s dark gaze.

He leaned forward, pressing the ghost of a kiss to Pember’s chin, and another to his lips.

The second was hotter, wetter, and Pember realised he’d swiped his tongue over his lip.

Sucking it into his mouth, he tasted peppermint, and something about that made Pember smile a little.

The smile quickly turned slack when Blake stroked a knuckle up the length of his cock.

Pember let out a shuddering moan as the pad of Blake’s thumb circled around his tip, spreading a bead of pre-come through his slit. His toes curled, mouth falling open when Blake drew down his foreskin, exposing his sensitive head to the air.

His body involuntarily clenched around the plug buried in his crease, and he was grateful for the weight and warmth of it grounding him under the alpha’s touch.

“Beautiful,” Blake whispered, pressing his mouth to Pember’s forehead. “You are so fucking beautiful, Pem.”

“B-Blake,” Pember moaned, gripping his upper arms hard enough to leave crescent shaped indents in his flesh.

Blake tugged the robe off his shoulders, the silky material pooling at his feet and leaving him completely naked.

Exposed. Pember whimpered when Blake’s fingers slid down his spine and into the curve of his arse, as he walked him back towards the sofa.

Even the soft throw covering the cushions felt coarse against Pember’s oversensitive skin, and he squirmed as they sank down onto the seat.

Blake was over him, knees making the cushions dip as he knelt on the edge of the chair and peeled off his T-shirt. Pember’s hands were shaking, ghosting over Blake’s naked chest to map out the contours of his sternum.

Without warning, Blake dropped to his knees on the floor, hands wrapping around Pember’s hips to bring his pelvis to the edge of the seat. He kissed the tops of his thighs, worshipping him as he licked away the seed dribbling from his cock.

“Let me see,” Blake said, gently prying his knees apart.

Pember whined, a flood of embarrassment making his skin even hotter. “I-I have a?—”

As he spread his legs, Blake’s chest rumbled with a sound of approval when he saw the little silver plug nestled against his hole. Licking his lips he dipped his head, mouthing at Pember’s balls and kissing the delicate skin of his undercarriage.

Pember closed his eyes, head tipping back as he frantically reached for Blake’s soft hair. “A-ah!” he cried when Blake’s tongue nudged the plug, making it tug at his rim.

His graceful hands glided up the backs of Pember’s thighs, pushing them back until his knees were almost touching his chest. “Do you like that?” Blake said, voice silky. “Do you like it when I kiss your perfect little hole?”

“Mhm,” Pember moaned, gripping Blake’s hair.

He felt the alpha smile against his crease, the points of his canines grazing his skin.

“I-I like that too,” he moaned. “The biting.”

Blake growled, nipping his arse cheek before moving his mouth back to his hole. He pressed his lips to the round base of the plug, the tip of his tongue circling it before working its way underneath to pull and press it against his rim. Pember squirmed, back arching off the sofa.

He felt like a fucking demigod with the alpha on his knees, and he spread his thighs even wider to watch the shadows dance across the expanse of Blake’s shoulders.

Blake kissed his belly before wiping his mouth across the back of his thigh. “Does it vibrate?” he asked, voice thick with lust.

“N-not this one,” Pember stuttered, tipping his head back again when Blake sucked the head of his cock. “Upstairs… I have… Oh fuck… Take it… take it out. I want to feel you,” he whined.

Blake hummed around his cock, letting it slip from his mouth and slap against Pember’s stomach. “Are you sure?” he whispered, nose nudging through his pubic hair. “We don’t have to?—”

“Y-yes, please. Please take it out.”

Blake obliged, gently sliding two fingers behind the base. “Bear down,” he said, kissing Pember’s thighs before slowly easing it out.

Pember groaned as a gush of slick spilled out of him, coating his crease and Blake’s fingers. He felt empty as the plug clattered against the hardwood floor, disappearing somewhere under the sofa. Blake returned to his hole, hungrily kissing the ring of muscle as though it were his mouth.

Pember’s stomach dipped with each drag of Blake’s lips, toes curling every time the tip of his tongue breached his entrance. It was hot and soft, and when he glanced down, he found Blake watching him with predatory eyes.

“F-fingers,” Pember panted, prying Blake’s hand off his knee. “Use your fingers.”

Without a word, Blake slid a hand down his thigh and ran two fingers through the mess of fluids coating his crease. He caressed his rim, circling and teasing the muscle with his thumb before slowly pushing in. Pember keened, gripping the cushion behind his head.

Blake went straight in with his ring and middle fingers, the slipperiness of Pember’s slick making the penetration easier, numbing the initial sting like a topical burn cream.

“O-oh,” Pember whimpered, tilting his hips so he could feel every millimetre of Blake’s fingers. His knuckles stretched him slowly, almost lovingly, bumping his rim until there was barely any resistance at all.

His hole grew pliant, and soon Blake began alternating between two and three fingers, pushing the limits of Pember’s body and making him grit his teeth from the stretch. It made his legs shake, even more so when Blake’s fingers were joined by his tongue.

The sounds echoing around the room were absolutely obscene—licking, sucking, dripping, a chorus of sex noises punctuated by Pember’s breathy moans.

The balls of his feet pressed into Blake’s shoulder blades, dragging his face tighter against his arse.

It was a wonder Blake could breathe, and he eventually pulled his mouth away with a lazy grin.

“You’re just as greedy as I remember, little legs.”

Pember flushed, detangling his hands from Blake’s hair and letting them slide to his chin. He gazed at Blake between his thighs, eyes heavy as he took in every detail of his face.

“I’m not sorry,” he said, finally catching his breath. “You’re just really good at it.”

Blake chuckled, leaning forward to reach for something in his pocket. He placed a small black velvet box on Pember’s stomach and left it there, hooking Pember’s legs over his shoulders and returning to shower affection over his hole.

Pember’s hands were still trembling as he snapped open the box, eyes widening when he pulled out a black silicone ring. “I-is this what you use?” he said, sliding a hand under Blake’s slippery chin again.

“Yes,” he said, voice ragged. “Would you like to try it?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Pember splayed his fingers inside the ring, feeling how it stretched into a tight circle. It was thicker than a normal cock ring, and he could feel a little button concealed within the silicone.

“But it’s for alphas,” he whispered.

Blake grinned, kissing a path up Pember’s stomach until their faces drew level.

Sliding the ring off his fingers, he said, “I wear it here.” He ran a finger down the length of Pember’s pulsating cock before tapping the base where his knot would be.

“You wear it here.” He rubbed a circle around his head, the tip of his finger sliding through his slit.

“Oh,” Pember said, swallowing thickly.