Page 57 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley was long past coherent thoughts or embarrassment.

Steele’s fingers dug bruises into Ridley’s hip bones as he held him in place.

Would they leave bruises? He wanted them to leave bruises.

He’d wear something that showed them off to the world.

Everyone would know Steele had used him, fucked him, bred him.

The tip of Steele’s tongue plunged past his rim, dragging another wail from Ridley. The alpha repositioned him slightly so he could force his tongue deeper, like he was determined to suck every drop from him.

“Fuck, please, I need more,” Ridley babbled, his head tossing back and forth, his hands fisting the sheets. “Your knot…need your knot…need your cum, please. Please…Alpha. Breed me. Breed me.”

Steele’s responding growl vibrated through the heart of him, sending a lightning bolt of heat through his body. He was already so close just from Steele’s nimble tongue. What would his cock feel like?

“You can do better than that,” Steele growled. “Beg me to breed your slutty little hole. Beg me to pup you. Beg me to breed your desperate little cunt and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

Ridley was too far gone for pride. “Please, please, Alpha. I need it, need you. Fuck me, breed me, knock me up. Put your pups in me. Please. Please, just fill me up. Just…hurry, please. It hurts,” he cried, the last word lost in a sob.

The noise that escaped Steele’s lips was more animal than human.

Ridley found his world upended as the alpha flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his hips upwards.

“How are you so fucking desperate for a knot? Titus fucked your sloppy little cunt earlier. We could hear you crying from a mile away. Fuck, I can still taste him inside you.”

The thought dragged a moan from him. “Alpha…”

“Yet, here you are in my bed, ass up and begging, so loose I don’t even need to stretch you.”

Ridley choked out a startled sound as Steele bottomed out in one go, filling him perfectly, the stretch just this side of too much.

The alpha pressed a hand to Ridley’s lower back, correcting his form. “That’s it. Arch your back for Alpha. Gotta work on your presentation. We’ve clearly already spoiled you too much,” he rasped, pulling back until only the thick head of his cock remained inside.

Ridley didn’t even have time to retort before he slammed home once more, driving Ridley up the bed. He wailed, burying his face in Steele’s pillow, attempting to maintain his last shred of dignity.

It didn’t work.

There was no slow roll of his hips, no subtle build up.

Steele held his hips in a vice grip, pounding into him like he hated him, like he was trying to carve out a permanent space inside him.

Every single thrust prodded Ridley’s prostate until pathetic whimpers poured from his lips like he was a wounded animal.

“Fuck. You were made for this,” Steele muttered.

“Made to be on your knees, getting every hole fucked and filled. Our perfect little omega whore. Fucking insatiable. You’re only happy when you’re crying on a knot.

You’d love it if we just passed you around all day, fucking you so full of our cum you look pregnant.

Or maybe you just want us to get you pregnant?

Knock you up? Fuck you so full it would have to take… ”

Ridley’s release was barreling towards him, every word, every snap of Steele’s hips driving him closer and closer to the edge.

He loved this. He loved being fucked, being degraded, being treated like his alphas’ own personal sex toy.

He wanted to be used up, needed every hole filled just to feel complete.

He didn’t want a baby, but he’d let them try.

He’d let them breed him day and night if it meant he got to feel like this all the time.

The alpha’s knot swelled with each thrust, punching past his rim again and again, punishing that bundle of nerves inside him.

Steele draped himself over Ridley’s back, wrapping a hand around his cock, jerking him at the same brutal pace he fucked him, his knot battering painfully against his entrance.

“Come on, Strawberry,” Steele growled. “Let me in. Let me give you what you want. Let me breed you. Let me fill you up.”

Ridley nodded, even though there was no way Steele could see him. He was passing the point of no return. He could feel his orgasm building. “I’m gonna cum, Alpha,” he panted. “Please. Please. Please, can I come? Please let me? Knot me, please. Wanna come on your knot.”

Steele snapped his hips three more times before Ridley’s abused rim gave way, letting Steele’s knot in, locking them together.

Ridley screamed, pleasure and pain causing sparks to explode behind his eyelids as he came hard, spilling onto the mattress below.

Steele groaned as Ridley spasmed around his knot, slowly jerking Ridley through his pleasure.

Warmth flooded him as the alpha spilled deep inside him.

After a moment, Steele rolled them onto their sides, his arm tucked beneath Ridley’s head. He rubbed his cheek against Ridley’s scent gland, then licked at the bites from earlier.

Ridley fought to stay awake as his lids grew heavy, but it was impossible with Steele’s rough fingertips caressing their way down his spine, over his hip, then back up again in the same soothing rhythm.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that,” Ridley said, his words already slurring.

“Then sleep, Strawberry. What else is there to do?”

“You’re gonna let me sleep in your bed?”

“It’s not a marriage proposal.” When Ridley stiffened, Steele’s lips brushed his cheek. “Relax. I’m not kicking you out. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Ridley didn’t know what to think about any of what had just happened.

Steele was still a total enigma. He didn’t have time to ponder it, though.

His thoughts were sinking further and further from the surface as he sank deeper into sleep.

He drifted off to the feel of Steele mouthing at his scent gland.