Page 31 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Eli

E li was left waiting longer than he should have been for Noah to come back.

Long enough that Eli’s head grew a little fuzzy again, trying to remember why his alpha wasn’t there. Why Eli was waiting in his nest alone.

Had he not made the nest inviting enough? Was it not good enough for his alpha?

Eli straightened onto his knees and peered around his nest. It smelled good—smelled right —but there could be improvements. He rearranged a few errant items while Noah did whatever he was doing, weaving their scents back together in a way that no alpha should be able to resist.

Eli was vaguely aware of the sound of raised voices, and then Noah yelling fiercely—which made Eli’s belly cramp in a not nice way—and then the front door slamming.

Maybe Eli should be concerned? But it was hard to grasp onto, the feeling flickering out of his grasp in the next moment.

That was all outside the nest stuff. All Eli could focus on was Noah coming back inside the nest. Eli needed him here. Right here. Needed Noah inside him.

He pressed a hand to his lower belly, and it twisted painfully, as if in confirmation.

And then Noah did come back into the room, looking flustered and smelling faintly of cigarettes on top of his own distressed pheromones. “I’m sorry. That was—”

Eli whined, wrinkling his nose and holding out a hand to keep Noah from entering the nest. Eli needed him here, definitely, but he needed him smelling … not like that.

“Right,” Noah muttered. “Later. We’ll deal with all of it later.” He took a few deep breaths, and his scent slowly lost its harsh edge, blooming back into the salty, rich deliciousness Eli was craving. It grew thick enough that it covered the gross tobacco scent as well. No more cigarettes.

Maybe Eli had imagined it all?

Noah’s eyes softened as he stared at Eli. “You look so beautiful, baby. Your nest looks amazing.”

Words. Too many words. Eli didn’t have it in him to perch prettily and look coy anymore. He knelt back on his elbows and spread his legs instead, his urgency growing with every passing second. “I need—”

Noah’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his pupils blown wide.

He shrugged off the robe he’d thrown on before.

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve made you wait. Do you want to—would you like to present for me again?

” He asked the question in a tone that made it sound like it might be what he would like, his hands clenching at his sides. His knuckles were bruised. Strange.

But Eli didn’t need to be asked twice. He whirled around, chest down, ass up. He heard Noah lower onto his knees in the nest, shuffling in behind him. He whined as Noah’s warm hand landed on his hips, stroking the skin there.

“Look at you,” Noah whispered, hushed and reverent. There was the squelching sound of him stroking himself, and Eli bit back another whine at the thought. “So ready for me.”

“Yes,” Eli moaned, his belly cramping again. “So ready.”

Noah’s hand trailed down Eli’s inner thigh, swirling in the mess of slick coating Eli’s skin. “God, I want to eat you out so bad. Lick up all this slick.”

Eli growled in protest. No . No tongues. No fingers. Only Noah’s cock. His knot.

“I know, baby,” Noah soothed, spreading Eli’s cheek with his thumb, baring Eli’s hole to the cool air of the room. “I know. Another time. Let’s fill you up, huh? Stop you hurting.”

He didn’t tease after that, the stroking sounds petering out as he lined up right where Eli wanted him.

Eli keened as the fat, blunt head of Noah’s cock finally slipped into his soaking hole.

Yes. Yes. This was it. He was finally going to get filled the way he was supposed to.

The way he needed. He canted his hips higher, pushing back, forcing more of Noah’s cock inside.

The cramping in his belly eased with each hard-earned inch.

Noah pressed a hand to Eli’s lower back, deepening the arch of Eli’s presentation as he bottomed out. “So good,” he praised, sounding breathless. “So—so perfect. Does that feel good, baby?”

Eli moaned, pushed his hips back harder, urging Noah to move.

Noah obliged, fucking into him as he murmured, “I’m so lucky, baby. So fucking lucky.”

Eli was the lucky one. His alpha had a perfect cock. Big and thick and wonderful. And Noah’s knot was going to be even better; Eli just knew it. It was going to fill all those sharp, hurting places and soothe Eli perfectly. Fill him up with cum and lock it deep inside.

Noah fucked him with slow, deep thrusts. They were perfect until they weren’t enough, and Eli keened, the sound breaking off into a sobbing moan as Noah sped up the pace.

There. That was it. Good and perfect and—

“More,” Eli pleaded, only half aware of what he was saying. “Please.”

“More?” Noah asked, the roll of his hips pausing.

Was that a question? Why was Noah asking questions? Eli didn’t have any answers. He only had his own questions, like why the fuck had Noah stopped?

But then Noah slid an arm under Eli’s chest, pulling and rearranging them until Noah was on his knees with Eli’s thighs spread over them, still speared on Noah’s cock, his back pressed tightly against Noah’s chest.

Eli groaned, his head rolling against Noah’s shoulder. Yes. Fuck, yes. So deep like this.

And then Noah shoved his face against Eli’s neck, scent marking him as he pounded up into him, just as fiercely as before.

Yes, this was—this was— Ungh . Good. Perfect. Surrounded by Noah. Reeking of him. Filled by him.

Eli opened his mouth to tell Noah how good it was, but what came out was “More.”

Noah let out a dark chuckle, his breath cool against Eli’s overheated neck. “Yeah, baby?” he panted. “You ready for my knot?”

Yes. Yes. That was what Eli wanted. Something was building in him, something wonderful, but he needed … Yes, he needed that . Noah’s knot.

Noah kept thrusting into him furiously, the sloppy, wet sound of Eli’s slick loud in the otherwise quiet room. “Gonna come, baby,” he warned. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot you, keep it all inside.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Eli chanted mindlessly. He wanted all that. Was ready for it.

Noah’s arms tightened around Eli as his hips stilled and he shuddered, filling Eli up just as he’d promised. Eli squirmed around the sensation, soothed by the cum even as he whined at the lack of movement. It still wasn’t …

But then he could feel Noah growing, feel himself stretching around him. Noah started moving again, gentle rolls of his hips as he lodged his swelling knot deeper inside Eli.

Eli helped him by writhing and wiggling and whining.

Or maybe that didn’t help. He didn’t know.

All he knew was that eventually he was perfectly filled, and then all it took was the slightest grind of Noah’s hips and Eli was finally coming, his cock leaking cum like a fountain as his belly released the last of its cramping, his inner walls clenching around Noah’s knot, milking more of Noah’s cum inside him.

It was like a fever breaking, or a fog dispersing. Eli was still a sweaty, shuddering mess, but suddenly he could feel the cool air of the room against his skin, hear the quiet stillness of the nest, scent Noah’s deep, primal satisfaction.

He let himself go limp, leaning back into Noah. His alpha.

Noah stroked him, up his sides and down his flanks, like Eli was a racehorse cooling down after the finish line. “Better?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.” Eli let out a long, relieved breath, nuzzling his head back into Noah’s neck. “Sorry, I got a little fuzzy for a bit there.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Noah scolded, kissing Eli’s sweaty cheek. “Hottest experience of my life.”

Eli’s laugh was half a sigh, as he was too tired suddenly to manage a full chuckle. “You say that about everything we do.”

“And it’s the truth every time.” Noah shifted until he was leaning back against the nest’s pillows, his body curled around Eli’s, his knot lodged firmly in place.

It probably wouldn’t go down for another hour at least. “Anything else I should know, while you’re lucid?

” he asked. “We never got a chance to go over ground rules.”

Eli hummed in thought. He was feeling so loose and satisfied that it was hard to focus, but they might not get a better chance than this. “My heats are pretty standard,” he told Noah. “I mean, don’t go biting me just because I’m so irresistible.”

He could feel Noah roll his eyes behind him. “Of course not. I’m not a caveman.”

Some people did consider claiming bites a relic of the caveman days. A leftover tradition from when they’d all roamed together in packs. It had once been a sign of a mating bond that couldn’t be contested or—some would say—an alpha’s ownership over an omega (and vice versa, in Eli’s opinion).

But studies showed that a bite melded a couple’s pheromones in a very real way, one that made it possible to have a deeper understanding and feeling for each other’s moods and health status.

They weren’t permanent—they could be broken, though it was a sad, painful process—and not everyone went for them these days. As evidenced by Eli not having Richard’s bite, even after a decade of marriage (although the prick had always lied about “one day”).

Not everyone believed in them as a necessary sign of partnership, but Eli was realizing, now that he was with the right person, that maybe he did. He had a feeling Noah did too.

He cleared his throat, banishing the idea from his mind for now.

It was a little too dangerous to be thinking about claiming bites when he was hormonal and locked onto Noah’s knot.

“Anyway, the lucid periods will get shorter. I’ll need your knot more and more as we approach the peak.

Your body will get the message, so it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

With how fast it came on, it could burn bright and be over in a few days, but I wouldn’t count on it. ”

Noah was stroking Eli’s lower belly now, tracing the outline of the bulge his knot was making. It was distracting, but Eli still was fairly certain he was listening.

“Noah?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Eli needed to say it now. While he was still lucid. “I do see a future with us. I promise.”

Noah’s hand paused its stroking, and then he was hugging Eli so tightly against him it dislodged the breath from Eli’s lungs.

Noah loosened his hold immediately. “Sorry. I just— Yeah, I do too. A really, really good one.”

Eli kind of wished they were facing each other now, but that wouldn’t be possible for a while yet. He laid his hand over Noah’s, relaxing back in his alpha’s arms. “Good. I’m glad.”

They held each other in silence for a long time, and then Noah pressed a kiss to Eli’s head, telling him, “I’m gonna shift us so we’re lying down, okay? You should get a little catnap while you can.”

Eli nodded his agreement. A catnap sounded good. His eyes were already getting heavy just at the suggestion.

“I should have brought snacks in here.” Noah cursed as he shifted them horizontal.

“I should be hand-feeding you while we’re knotted.

And fuck—water. I’ll grab it all when we separate.

” He growled, the sound full of self-recrimination.

“I’ll do better, Eli. I promise. I’ll learn to take such good care of you. ”

Eli stroked a soothing hand along Noah’s arm, the one wrapped like a comforting band around his chest. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, his eyes falling closed. “You came when I called. You’re here. You don’t need to do any better than that.”