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Blake chuckled and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.

I’m glad it didn’t cross your mind. You shouldn’t have to worry about being bitten.

It isn’t my right to do that just because you’re sharing your heat with me.

I just mean, let me be careful with you.

Trust me to keep a level head so you can lose control. ”

Then Blake kissed him on the mouth, making the rush of guilt slowly melt away.

“Okay,” Pember whispered. “Okay.”

“But, Pem?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll probably have to scent mark you pretty thoroughly, if that’s okay?”

Pember’s face crumpled at the earnestness in his voice. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arms around Blake’s neck. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Pember’s back arched as a rush of heat engulfed his body. It was hotter and more consuming than anything he’d felt up until that point. Blake was a counterweight, but as his body started aggressively clenching, he knew he needed more.

“T-the vibrator,” he stuttered. “It’s under… Ngh, under the owl.”

Blake grunted, swatting the cuddly toy to the side. After a second of feeling around in the dark, he gripped Pember’s teal coloured silicone vibrator and pressed it against the back of his thigh.

“What setting?” he murmured.

“Ngh. Three, to begin with.”

Blake nodded, resting it next to Pember’s straining cock. Reaching down, he circled the pad of his thumb around his hole, gathering the slick as it trickled into his crease. Running both hands up Pember’s thighs, Blake tilted his pelvis up and pressed the smooth tip of the toy to his hole.

The vibration sent pleasure fizzing to his core. His hips started squirming, and he gripped the pillows behind his head. “B-Blake… D-don’t tease, just—ah!”

Blake bit the soft flesh between his groin and hip and slowly slid the vibrator in all the way. Pember threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Ngh!” he cried, gritting his teeth.

“Like that?” Blake said, rubbing little circles across Pember’s belly.

“Y-yeah… You could—ngh—move it up a bit… make it—oh shit—make it rub on my—ah.” Pember couldn’t even get the words out as his body clenched.

Blake growled, crawling up and sliding two fingers around the base of the toy. He pressed it up, making it move within Pember’s body and gently massage his prostate. The sensation was instantaneous, the curve of the toy rubbing up against his G spot and making his legs quiver.

“Do you like that, baby?” Blake purred.

Pember couldn’t even answer as he threw an arm over his face and bit down on the inside of his bicep.

“You are so fucking sexy, Pem.”

Blake nudged his hips forward, cock pressing against the vibrator as he squeezed Pember’s thighs against his chest. He kissed his knees, hooking both legs over one arm and turning Pember partially on his side.

He set a rhythm, slowly but firmly rocking against the toy whilst sliding his swollen knot between Pember’s slick-coated thighs.

Pember cried out, the push and slide of the contact sending bolts of pleasure up his spine like nothing he had ever felt.

He could tell Blake was enjoying it too from the way his fangs popped out and his breaths tore free in ragged bursts.

They were sweating and moaning, the slap of skin bouncing around the room.

Eventually, Blake tipped back on his haunches, making Pember whimper at the loss of contact. There was a tap on the back of his hand, followed by something pressing against his palm.

“I’m gonna need it soon, sweetheart,” Blake uttered, rubbing his throbbing knot against Pember’s belly and passing him the cock ring.

Pember groaned, rolling it over Blake’s head and down the length of his shaft.

The ring slid over his knot, sitting just behind it in his pubic hair.

Blake groaned and leaned forward, wrapping a hand around the base of Pember’s skull so his forehead was pressed against his chest. So he could watch as Blake gripped both of his thighs and punched his cock between them.

“See what you do to me, Pem?” he said, biting his shoulder. “Not being around you… at… work is… driving me… fucking… insane.” Blake took Pember’s hand and guided it to their cocks, making him wrap his fingers around both. “Keep your hand there,” he growled. “I’ll do the rest.”

The heat in the nest, combined with the haze of pheromones, settled over them like a veil. Letting no one in and keeping the world out. Pember realised, then, what it meant to share his nest. The security, the protection, the safety of having a mate.

The love.

Pember squeezed his eyes shut as his whole body turned to jelly. It felt real. It felt like love.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when Blake had evolved from colleague to friend. Nor could he say that there’d been some big moment of realisation when a crush became something much, much more.

It was in the smoothing of his misshapen heart. The tiny, insignificant things that happened without thought, that slowly began to fill in all the chips and dents between him and his wolf.

He hoped Blake felt it too. He hoped— fuck he prayed Blake felt it, and it wasn’t just some confusing forced proximity bullshit.

Blake’s piercing rubbed against the head of his cock, making them both cry out.

The metal was warm and slippery against the sensitive line of skin, and Pember gripped it tighter, making Blake growl and thrust harder.

When he looked down again he saw Blake stroking his knot over the ring, making it swell and pulse under his palm.

Pember reached down, clicking the vibrator in his arse up to five.

It was his undoing.

Without warning, his insides clamped around the silicone, his cock straining under Blake’s. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly into Blake’s mouth as he came all over his stomach and chest. The force was so strong it sprayed onto his neck and chin, coating him in ropes of his own pleasure.

Blake snarled, shoving his face into Pember’s throat to lap at the fluid.

He ground down into Pember’s groin, making the vibrator buck and rub harder until it drew out another weak spurt.

Blake exploded all over his chest, a low, constant growl bubbling in his throat as he rode Pember’s thighs and hand.

It felt like Pember’s whole body was shaking, the whole room, the house, the whole fucking world. His omega wolf howled one word, and one word only. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Stillness suddenly came over them both. A strange sense of calm as they lay there panting.

When Pember’s brain kicked back into life, he realised Blake was still on top of him, kissing his sweaty forehead. His hips were aching, the muscles around his hamstrings pulled tight.

They were both drenched in Blake’s come, and Pember could feel it running off his skin and dripping onto the blankets. It was everywhere—his stomach, his cock, in his mouth, all over his hands.

“Roll onto your side and squeeze your thighs together,” Blake whispered, lips dragging over his temple. Pember blinked, his brain so fuddled with lust it was difficult to follow instructions.

“L-like this?” he said, heaving himself over. He sighed when he felt Blake’s still-hard cock slide through his crease and between his legs.

“Yeah,” Blake said, letting out a sigh of relief as he lay down behind him. He was still leaking, and Pember wondered just how much a fertile alpha could produce.

“This is nothing compared to when I was a teenager.” Blake chuckled. “Back then it was like a fucking tsunami.”

Pember flushed, realising he’d asked the question out loud. His own body responded to the release, tightening as slick oozed around the vibrator and over Blake’s cock.

A chemical reaction brought about by hormones. If they let their wolves take the wheel they’d probably be knotting right at that very moment. Thankfully, their wolves stayed back, letting their rational brains keep control for a while.

“Your scent is incredible,” Blake whispered, kissing the back of his neck. “So wild and sweet.”

“I feel drunk,” Pember replied, jaw going slack. “I don’t know how long… What day is it again?”

Blake laughed and lazily kissed his shoulders. “Sleep,” he said, fingers splayed over his belly. “It’ll still be the same day when you wake up.”

The next wave came a couple of hours later, hot and heavy on the tail of the last. Pember was groaning into his pillow as Blake rolled him onto his front, pushing his knees beneath him and angling his hips up so his arse was in the air.

With a steadying hand across his back, he sank the vibrator inside him again.

“Ngh, more,” Pember moaned, gripping the sheets and pushing his hips back. “M-more, Blake.”

His body was an inferno, the vice-like cramps squeezing his hips and making him squirm. Blake rubbed his back, trying to calm him, slowly turning the intensity up on the vibrator. He gripped his waist, pulling him back until his cock slid between his thighs again.

Thrusting downwards, he used his weight to create constant soothing pressure against Pember’s hips and lower back. It made Pember’s swollen cock rub over the mattress, creating a sticky mess beneath him.

“I need more, Blake, please!” he cried, barely recognising his own voice with its needy, pained edge.

Blake growled, roughly biting the nape of his neck and forcing his head down against the pillow. Pember yelped, the deep, sensual crest of Blake’s dominance making him submissive again.

“Please,” he whined, cheek pressed against the pillow. “Please, Blake. Please. Please take it out and knot me. I want you inside me. I want you to knot me. Please, Blake, I need it. I need it.”

Pember could barely control his mouth as the words tumbled out.

He’d never fully understood why omegas were so vulnerable during heat.

He’d had a glimpse of it the previous year, but now he got it.

His body was doing and saying things he couldn’t control.

It was sweating, and clenching, and writhing, and Pember wanted to be mated so badly it took over the sane part of his brain.

Blake released his neck and slowed his pace. “Pember,” he said, almost cooing as he curled their bodies together. “Don’t you remember what you said?”

“Ngh… No,” he lied. He did remember, but he’d hoped Blake didn’t.

“You said no… what?”

Pember growled, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He pressed his hips back, making Blake’s cock nudge into the base of the vibrator again.

Blake smiled against his cheek. “No what ?”

“Ngh, no babies,” Pember replied through gritted teeth.

“And?”

“N-no knotting.”

“That’s right.”

“Why didn’t you get condoms, Blake? Why… why didn’t you?” he whined.

He could feel Blake’s grin grow even wider. “Are you mad, sweetheart?”

Huffing, he shoved his hips back harder. “Yes.”

Blake chuckled darkly. “Good. I like it when you pout.”

“Blake,” he purred, trying his hand at seduction instead. “Please, baby.”

Blake leant forward and pressed his mouth to his ear. “Pem, I’ll make a promise.”

“Y-yeah?”

“As soon as your heat breaks, I’ll make sure I’m inside you every night and every morning if it pleases you.”

Pember groaned. “It does! It would! Please, Blake, I want you so fucking much. Only you!”

A satisfied sound rumbled in Blake’s chest, and he began pounding his hips against Pember’s arse, making the toy rub and buck with savage force.

“O-oh, fuck,” Pember cried, fairly certain he’d never sworn so much in his life. With a shuddering moan, he reached beneath his body, gripped Blake’s cock flush against his own and let the shattering orgasm rip through him.

Without warning, Blake snarled and pulled back, tugging his cock from between Pember’s legs and hand. He roughly pulled the vibrator out, and the next thing Pember felt was Blake’s hot seed spilling all over his arse and the backs of his thighs.

Blake wasn’t touching him, but the growl that ripped from his throat sounded more feral than ever before. Pember instinctively rocked back on his knees, chasing the sound and the animal attached to it.

There was a tang of something metallic in the air before everything around Pember went black and he fell into exhaustion.