Page 9 of Omega on the Rocks (Pubbin’ Mates #1)

The door slammed open with a thunderous crack.

“Preacher!”

His voice cut through the haze, low and wild—less man, more beast. My head jerked up. I saw him in the doorway, chest heaving, shoulders shaking, eyes glowing with that dangerous burn that only ever came from an alpha pushed to the edge of his control.

Keiran.

He was soaked in sweat, like he’d run the whole damn mountain, and his eyes locked on me—crumpled on the cabin floor, shaking, wet with slick and snot and tears, destroyed by the force of what we were. Of what he was to me.

“Preacher,” he growled again, this time a plea, a command, a broken prayer.

I sobbed, curling in tighter, my arms wrapped around my stomach like I could somehow hold myself together. But I couldn’t. Not anymore. My body was tearing at the seams.

“I didn’t know,” I gasped, throat raw. “I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

Keiran was already crossing the space between us.

I barely registered Jules stepping out of his way, tears streaking her cheeks as she whispered something I couldn’t hear.

All I knew was him—his scent flooding the air, grounding and wild and utterly consuming.

My wolf howled inside me, clawing and writhing with need.

He dropped to his knees beside me and grabbed me—hands firm, reverent, angry, shaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he snarled, eyes frantic as they searched my face, his thumb wiping away the salt on my cheek. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were going into heat?”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only his touch, his scent, the heat and fire and ache between us.

“You didn’t offer your knot,” I croaked, words slurred with exhaustion and arousal. “You didn’t claim me. I thought—maybe it wouldn’t come.” His whole body went still. And then—he roared.

The sound tore from his throat like a beast mourning its mate. He pulled me into his arms, lifting me like I weighed nothing, clutching me against his chest as if trying to press our bones together, to make us one.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice dark and thick and brimming with fury. “You’re my mate. My fated.”

I trembled in his hold, clutching at his shirt with bloodless fingers. “I need to be hurt,” I whispered. “I need you to fill me until I break—I need your knot inside me, Keiran, or I’ll die. I can’t breathe without it. Please—please—”

He growled again, burying his face in my neck, scenting me, licking the sweat from my skin. “You’re burning up,” he rasped. “Fuck, I can smell how slick you are—Preacher, why did you run from me?”

“Because the world only wants the version of me that isn’t this,” I choked, my voice cracking wide open. “Not the freak, not the hidden wolf. Not the boy who got thrown out of his pack for loving the wrong way. But you—Keiran, you made me feel seen, and I couldn’t take it.”

His whole body trembled, shaking with guilt and something primal and terrifying.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered, voice splintering. “Gods, I didn’t know .”

Another contraction tore through me—violent, unbearable. My back arched and I screamed, clawing at his arms, my legs spreading without permission, my body begging to be taken.

“Please, Keiran—please—I can’t—I need to be bred—I need your knot— claim me, ” I sobbed. “If you love me, you’ll claim me.”

His eyes went wide.

“I do,” he said, his voice a vow made of ash and fire. “I love you, Malachi. I loved you the moment I heard your voice. The moment I saw you with my wolf’s eyes.”

He stood with me in his arms, carrying me toward the bed like a man possessed.

And as he laid me down, stripping his clothes with shaking hands, I knew—this wasn’t the end of our breaking. It was the beginning of our becoming.

Kieran's eyes blazed with a feral intensity as he crawled over me, his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the hard length of his cock pressing against my thigh, leaking precum that mixed with my own slick.

"Mine," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine, Malachi. Forever."

I whimpered, my legs falling open, inviting him in, begging for the fulfillment that only he could provide. "Please, Keiran. I need you. I need your knot. I need you to claim me, to fill me with your seed. Make me yours. Make me whole."

He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock head teasing my slick folds, spreading my arousal. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet him, desperate for more. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.

"Fuck, preacher," he groaned, his hips beginning to move in a primal, relentless rhythm. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."

I cried out, my nails digging into his back, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me, each stroke rubbing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension in my belly that was ready to snap.

"Keiran," I moaned, my voice a desperate plea. "I'm close. I'm so close. Please, don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He growled in response, his pace increasing, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each powerful stroke. I could feel his knot swelling, stretching me, preparing to lock us together in the most intimate of ways.

"Come for me, preacher," he commanded, his voice laced with alpha power. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you need me."

And I did. With a cry that was half pleasure, half desperation, I came undone, my body convulsing around his cock, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine.

Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his hot seed filling me, marking me from the inside out, mixing with my slick, a primal claiming that left us both breathless and sated.

But he wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot.

Kieran's knot swelled fully, locking us together, sealing his seed inside me.

I moaned, the sensation of being filled so completely, so intimately, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, devouring me.

"Mine," he growled against my lips, his hips still moving, his knot rubbing against my prostate with each small thrust. "You're mine, Malachi. Forever."

I whimpered, my body already building towards another orgasm, the intensity of the sensation almost too much to bear. "Keiran," I gasped. "I can't—I can't take any more. It's too much. You're too much."

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You can take it, preacher. You were made for this. Made for me."

And with that, he began to move in earnest, his hips thrusting against mine, his knot rubbing against my prostate with each powerful stroke. I screamed, my body convulsing around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire, leaving me breathless and boneless in its wake.

Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, mixing with the first load, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his knot still locked inside me, keeping us connected, keeping us one.

As his knot began to subside, he pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my body aching for more, craving the fulfillment that only he could provide.

Kieran's eyes blazed with a feral intensity, and he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees.

"Stay there, preacher," he commanded, his voice a low, primal growl. "Don't move. You're mine to do with as I please."

I shivered, my body responding to his alpha power, my ass pushing back against him, begging for more.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck, marking me with his scent, claiming me as his own.

I moaned, my head falling forward, my hair spilling over my face, hiding me from the world, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, a willing sacrifice to his primal needs.

Kieran's cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment.

But instead of pushing in, he reached around, his fingers circling my slit, teasing the sensitive flesh, dipping into the precum that beaded at the tip.

I gasped, my hips bucking back against him, seeking more, needing more.

"Please, Keiran," I begged, my voice a desperate plea. "I need you. I need your cock. I need you to fill me, to claim me, to mark me as yours."

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience, preacher. I'm going to give you what you need. Every last drop."

With that, he pushed into me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me, claiming me once more. I cried out, my body convulsing around him, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine.

Kieran began to move, his hips thrusting against mine in a primal, relentless rhythm, each stroke rubbing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

But he wasn't done with me yet. As he fucked me, he reached around, his fingers circling my slit once more, teasing the sensitive flesh, dipping into the precum that beaded at the tip.

I moaned, my body trembling with need, my hips bucking back against him, meeting his thrusts, begging for more.

And then, with a sudden, shocking movement, he pushed his finger into the tip of my cock, fucking the inside of my cock as he fucked my ass, his other hand gripping my hip, holding me in place for his claiming.

"Fuck, preacher," he groaned, his voice laced with primal need. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect. I could do this forever."

I screamed, the sensation of being filled on both ends, of being claimed and used and owned, sending me spiraling into an orgasm that left me seeing stars, my body convulsing around him, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine.

Kieran growled, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, mixing with the first load, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.

But he didn't stop there. He continued to fuck me, his cock and his finger moving in sync, filling me, claiming me, using me for his pleasure.

"Cum for me, preacher," he commanded, his voice laced with alpha power. "Cum all over my finger. Show me how much you need me."

And I did. I came undone, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand, my seed spilling over his fingers, marking him, claiming him as mine.

Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, his knot swelling, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me.

I screamed, the sensation of his knot filling me, stretching me, claiming me, sending me spiraling into another orgasm, my body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop of his seed.

Kieran growled, his body trembling with the force of his release, his teeth sinking into the curve of my neck, marking me, claiming me as his own for all eternity.

The moment his teeth broke my skin, a surge of pleasure mixed with pain shot through my body, heightening every sensation.

I could feel the sharp points of his canines piercing my flesh, the warm trickle of blood, and the intense pressure as he clamped down, sealing his claim.

It was a primal, raw act of possession that sent shivers down my spine and ignited a fire within me, a fire that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

As his teeth sank deeper, I arched my back, pushing myself further into his embrace, offering myself completely to him.

The sensation was electric, a direct line to my core, intensifying the pleasure of his knot stretching me to my limits.

I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it pulsed inside me, his seed coating my insides, marking me from the inside out, branding me with his essence.