Page 6 of The Offering of Four

Mendas took Amenzu’s hand and brought it to his cock. “The reason is I need you.”

Amenzu’s knot throbbed. Yes: Mendas needed him—him, specifically, and not any other alpha. He stroked Mendas’s lovelycock, flushed dark with arousal, and drew in the smell of him with deep breaths. Here was his omega, all spread out for him to enjoy.

“The next time I knot will be inside you,” Amenzu said, speaking the words as he realized, but Mendas moaned and thrust into his hand as though Amenzu had said it to arouse him. “Mendas?—”

“Make me come,” Mendas ordered, and Amenzu knew what he was doing here well enough; Mendas’s cock wasn’t so different from his own. He used slow, tight strokes and brought Mendas over the edge, twisting above Amenzu and crying out with abandon as he added to the mess on Amenzu’s belly.

When he was finished, he lowered himself to lie on top of Amenzu and kissed him, slow and heated, their mouths moving together and their skin smeared with their combined spend. The smell filled Amenzu’s nose until he forgot every other scent in the world. This was the only one that mattered. Mendas was the only thing that mattered, warm and lithe in Amenzu’s arms, kissing him and kissing him, glorious and his.

“Amenzu,” Mendas whispered against his mouth, “Amenzu,” until Amenzu kissed him so deeply that he couldn’t speak.

Amenzu driftedinto a golden haze like hot air shimmering above the surface of the scrublands in high summer. He might have slept for a while. When he stirred again, the light in the room had changed, dimming and deepening with evening. Mendas lay beside him, shifting restlessly in the sheets with one hand tucked between his legs. As Amenzu watched blearily, he drew one knee toward his chest, and then Amenzu could see thathe had his fingers buried inside himself, plunged to the knuckles in his wet hole.

Amenzu’s cock tingled at the base, where his knot had shrunk down again and left him tender. He turned onto his side and reached for Mendas, his hand sliding along Mendas’s thigh. “Do you need me?”

Mendas moaned, a soft noise that cut straight to Amenzu’s core. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. Amenzu moved his hand to Mendas’s hard cock and curled his fingers around it, lifting it from Mendas’s belly. He could feel it straining against his palm. Mendas thrust into Amenzu’s grip, once and again, his body one long taut line, and with a cry he spilled in Amenzu’s hand.

Amenzu’s breath came shallow in his lungs. He pressed Mendas into the bed and kissed him, with Mendas still folded in half and his arm pinned between them. Mendas returned his kiss with a hungry, open mouth and wriggled around so he could curl his arms around Amenzu’s neck. His fingers smelled of his slick, so powerfully that Amenzu broke the kiss to turn his head and bring Mendas’s fingers to his mouth, sucking on them for the flavor that was just like his scent but stronger.

Mendas wriggled some more. His cock rubbed against Amenzu’s belly, still hard even after his orgasm. He wrapped his legs around Amenzu’s waist and continued his squirming, urgent little thrusts of his cock that made Amenzu feel that his skin was peeling off his body in one continuous sheet. This was the reason priests were sworn to celibacy. One taste of Mendas and Amenzu had forgotten all his vows.

“I can feel you,” Mendas said, his voice husky. “Hard again—you won’t deny me?—?”

Amenzu let Mendas’s wet fingers fall from his mouth. “I didn’t deny you last time! Yousaid?—”

Mendas was laughing, breathless, his hand on the back of Amenzu’s neck, sliding into his hair. “I know what I said. But I do need you now, my priest.”

Amenzu kissed his throat, the warm column of it. The space between Mendas’s thighs was so slippery that Amenzu couldn’t get his bearings. Where was he supposed to put his cock? He couldn’t see what he was doing and didn’t know where to aim. He rolled his hips, hoping matters would somehow sort themselves out.

Mendas arched his back and reached down to take Amenzu in his hand. “Let me,” he said, but he couldn’t get it either; the head kept slipping away, and Mendas kept laughing as if something were funny, which only added to Amenzu’s humiliated frustration. Animals did this all the time, and yet he, a thinking person, couldn’t seem to manage it.

Mendas kissed the side of his face, the warm breath of his laughter puffing against Amenzu’s cheek. “Hold still. Let me do it.” He shifted his hips and held Amenzu in place and bore down, and Amenzu slid inside him at last, slowly at first and then all at once.

Mendas went limp on the bed with a sigh. His arms were draped loosely over Amenzu’s shoulders, and his fingertips stroked a tingling line between Amenzu’s shoulder blades. He was so hot and tight around Amenzu’s cock, a slick cling as Amenzu moved in a slow thrust. When Amenzu pushed in again, Mendas moaned and clamped his legs around Amenzu’s waist.

That was the encouragement Amenzu needed to soothe his battered ego. He braced his hands against the bed and pushed up so he could watch Mendas’s face as he drove himself again and again into Mendas’s dripping hole. Mendas’s eyes were closed and his mouth was open, and his loose, easy submission gave Amenzu the confidence to push in deep and slow, grindingin until he was fully lodged in Mendas’s body, sharing breath and blood.

“Amenzu,” Mendas sighed, his hands sliding over Amenzu’s shoulders and down his arms. His eyelids dragged open. “Will you knot me?”

Amenzu swallowed. “I think I’m going to.” He didn’t feel that he had much choice. The base of his cock was throbbing steadily, and he knew what that meant now. He was going to fuck Mendas until his knot swelled, and tie them together as he pumped Mendas full of his spend.

Mendas pulled his knees toward his shoulders and held his legs against his chest with his hands hooked around the backs of his thighs. Spread wide like that, Amenzu could see everything: the rim of Mendas’s hole stretched around his cock, the tight purse of Mendas’s balls. He pulled out entirely so that he could watch Mendas yield around the flared head of his cock as he pushed back in, and Mendas moaned as the tip of his own cock dribbled out a few drops of fluid.

“Amenzu,” Mendas said again, his voice unsteady.

Amenzu was beyond speech. He drove in hard, fucking Mendas’s hot little cunt with rough snaps of his hips, succumbing to instinct and urgency. The small of his back felt tight and hot. His thighs burned with effort and his ears rang, his vision went blurry, and he heard himself cry out as the tingling and throbbing hit their peak and his knot filled until he couldn’t move any longer, lodged inside Mendas’s yielding hole.

Mendas strained beneath him, his feet knocking against Amenzu’s elbows, his head tossing back and forth. “Oh, Star, oh, Star,” he said, over and over until with a sob he went impossibly tighter around Amenzu’s knot and came.

The quick flutters of his orgasm milked the spend from Amenzu’s knot. Amenzu trembled as pleasure pulsed throughhim. This was what their bodies were made for: to bring each other to new heights, locked together in ecstasy.

At last, Amenzu’s heartbeat slowed. His head cleared. Mendas was blinking up at him, his gaze still heavy-lidded and hazy. Amenzu ducked down to kiss him and felt Mendas smile against his mouth.

“Success,” Amenzu said, and that time he was entirely glad to hear Mendas laugh.

They separatedwhen Amenzu’s knot went down at last. Or rather, Amenzu separated them and sat up; Mendas lay where he was, in a loose sprawl and seeming somewhat dazed, slow to react. Amenzu ran a hand over Mendas’s shorn head, and Mendas turned his head into the touch, blinking slowly.

“How do you feel?” Amenzu asked, concerned that he had damaged Mendas in some way without meaning to.