by Jenny Tia
“You feel so good. Wow—fuck, you feel so good,” he said as he began to slide his cock deeper, moving with fast, steady thrusts.
I moaned and writhed around on his cock, tightening and relaxing my ass, palpitating his length, trying to give him pleasure too. He moved faster, and I started trembling. Casius ran a hand down my back to soothe me, but his palm felt so cold it made me shiver. I frowned… Why was he so cold? Then I realized he wasn’t cold at all—I was hot.
“Julian, you’re burning up.” He stopped thrusting.
I quickly lifted my head and looked back at him. He was panting, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. I was dripping with it. Casius kept his cock deep inside me and put his hands on my back, my shoulders, my arms, and my neck.
“Julian…”
I swallowed nervously because I knew something was wrong. “What? What is it?”
“I think… You’re in heat.”
“What!” I pushed myself up and Casius grunted as his cock shifted to a different angle inside me. I couldn’t believe it. There was no way…
But he was right. It was everything everyone had told me what a heat should be—my body was taken over by an animalistic urge to fuck; every part of me felt like I’d just die if I didn’t have somebody taking me. My eyes flew open and Casius beamed at me with pride.
“I’m in heat,” I whispered.
Casius leaned forward to kiss me. He held my face and stared into my eyes. “I’m so happy to be the one to go through this with you. But we’ve gotta stop.”
I inhaled sharply and let out a pained whimper. Every part of me needed him to keep going. But he was right.
“My body’s going to respond to your heat, baby.”
I knew what he meant. If he came, his cock would swell up with a knot—but not just any knot. Because of my heat, it would be a breeding knot—a thicker, fuller, and far more fertile knot that happened in order to aid the alpha’s or beta’s intention to get an omega pregnant. Having kids sure wasn’t something we’d really discussed, and it certainly wasn’t something I was ready for, but in that moment, my instincts insisted it was what I wanted, more than anything. I needed to feel Casius’s dominant alpha cum filling me up.
However, he denied his own animal instincts to keep fucking me and slid his cock out of my ass.
“No!” I pushed my ass back into him, begging for him to keep fucking me.
Casius let out an angry growl that was probably meant to warn me to stop, but the sound of him being so dominant just made my hole even more slick. I heard him breathing deeply before he seemed to make a firm decision, and then he slapped my ass.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s run. I’ve got condoms at home.”
15
Casius
With my lust fueling me, my legs burned through the forest. I turned back to check on Julian, but he was right there behind me, nipping at my heels—quite literally biting my flank playfully, urging me to run faster. I yapped happily and bounded over a fallen log before skidding around the thick trunk of an ancient ponderosa pine and taking a sharp left toward my house. Julian was right there with me. My mate. My fated mate.
I couldn’t deny it. I felt like I was the king of the damn world. Julian had gone into heat. It sure didn’t bother me that he hadn’t before, but this was incredible. It just seemed to be further proof we were truly meant to be together. It was my pheromones that set him off for the very first time. It was like his body was waiting for mine…
I bounded through my yard then shifted at the back door before stumbling inside with Julian following suit. I took his hand in mine as I entered the bedroom, pulling him in behind me, and then I spun around and held him to me.
His skin was still hot, and we were both rock hard. I loved how our bodies moved together as I kissed him, how he took my tongue the same way his body had taken me—would take me. Julian moaned and pressed his cock against mine, sending a thrill down to my balls. My heavy sack pulled up against my body and made my dick twitch, which made Julian gasp. I loved how our bodies reacted to each other like that. I wanted to be connected to him. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did.
We toppled onto the bed and I scavenged through my bedside drawer for a condom while Julian ran his nails down my spine and whimpered with heat. I grinned, almost wanting to take my time, just to tease him—but the scent of his slick was driving me crazy. As soon as I found the plastic wrapper, I ripped it open, and then quickly got the rubber on my cock, being sure to leave plenty of space for my knot that would form when I was close to orgasm.
Julian watched with wide-eyed fascination as I worked the condom down my length.
“It makes it look even bigger,” he groaned. He curled his hand around my wrapped dick and squeezed it in appreciation before caressing the bare skin where the knot would grow. It throbbed under his touch.
I brought him into a sweet kiss as I lowered him down onto the bed. As soon as I pulled my lips away, Julian flipped over onto his stomach and pushed his ass up into the air. The scent of his slick filled the room and pushed a guttural groan out of me.
I wet my lips and took a deep, greedy breath before I spread his cheeks and lapped at his hole with broad, strong flicks of my tongue. His slick tasted incredible—like salted caramel; a mixture of his scent. Julian shuddered and gasped, and I felt his hole twitch around the tip of my tongue and release additional slick straight into my mouth. I swallowed it, and hungrily dove back in for more.
I ate out his hole until slick was dribbling down his legs and he was writhing and whimpering in agonized pleasure. My cock strained against my abdomen until I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave one last lap to Julian’s hole then positioned myself, putting my knees by each side of his hips. I felt my wolf right at the surface, pawing and growling, desperate to get closer to its mate.
Julian arched his back and angled his hips. I pulled his cheeks apart again and pressed the top of my dick against his waiting hole. He grunted and pushed back against me with more force than I expected. He slid his ass down the length of my cock, taking almost all of it before he lost leverage—but the action sent a wash of pleasure through me.
I ran a hand down his back and he turned his face to the side, his cheek pressed firmly against the pillows. A blissful grin spread across his face and he let out a moan of relief. But while he seemed to find satisfaction from being filled, having half of my cock inside his hot, pulsing ass made me feel feral. I gritted my teeth and endured it for as long as I could, which wasn’t long at all.
Soon enough, I was grabbing Julian’s hips and keeping him in place while I thrust my full length into his ass. I grunted each time my pelvis hit his plump cheeks, and I watched as the look of relief on his face transformed into an expression of ecstasy. The friction of pulling out of him felt like I was dragging pleasure through my dick, and I rammed back inside him to chase it again.
I strained against my instincts to fuck him hard and raw, and I moved as slowly as I could, drawing out our pleasure, but Julian began to squirm and whimper, and finally, he twisted to look at him.
“Please! Fuck me, fuck me so hard. Please, Casius.”
My cock hardened with every moan that slipped past his lips, and my thrusts milked more slick from his hole. I felt powerful and strong, and I wanted to give him more. I needed to.
In an instant, I went into a full rut. I clasped my arms around his waist, curved my back over, and started to fuck him like we were animals. I chased my pleasure and watched for his. Moans and growls escaped my throat, and I nipped at his neck and shoulder as I thrust into his ass so hard and fast I almost lost my traction on the bed.
Overcome with need, I deliberately released pheromones into the air, and I could immediately tell they affected Julian when he emitted a long, endless moan and started to move with me. He bucked his hips, and I drove more of my cock inside him, and he took it all, all the way to the hilt. The skin at the base of my cock was still exposed, and I felt the delicious
heat and wetness of his slick against it.
Suddenly, Julian let out a desperate cry and slammed back against me. My whole cock was buried in him as his back arched, and then his ass began to spasm, milking my length. His tight muscles gripped my cock so hard, I shuddered. And that was when my knot began to form.
Intense ecstasy seemed to concentrate right where the skin stretched at the base of my cock, and I groaned. Julian was still coming, and it felt like the muscles of his ass were practically suckling on it, begging for my cum. Impulsively, I tightened my grip around his waist and urged as much of my cock into him as possible so the spreading knot would be lodged nice and deep.
“Oh fuck!”
His cry compelled me to shove even harder into him, desperate to keep the knot stuck inside my mate. He grunted and took it, again and again until my instincts were satisfied that I was deep enough. And then suddenly, the knot swelled again. Bigger and harder than it ever had before.
Julian gasped, and my eyes rolled back as every muscle in my body vibrated and I seemed to hang in that place where pleasure and pain mixed, and just when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, my cock began to expel shot after shot of my seed into the condom. Julian bucked and writhed, but the knot plugged deep in his ass kept him locked in place.
He came down before I did, and he let out soft whimpers as I rolled through several mini orgasms, shooting off more and more cum into him. The knot felt like a swollen, hot, inflamed piece of flesh that throbbed with pleasure but pinched every time I tried to move. Julian held still, his heat was satisfied for now—and so was I.
My body became slack and heavy, and I nuzzled Julian’s neck, right where the mating bite would go… He moaned sleepily and turned his head so he could press his lips against mine. I smoothed the curls out of his eyes and pecked his cheeks over and over.
“I went into heat,” he whispered in awe.
I moaned and nuzzled him again. “You sure did, baby.”
Julian closed his eyes and a pleased smile crept across his face. My heart surged—he was so damn beautiful. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and keep him that way—all happy and serene, and I wanted to make him feel that way every day of his life.
Slowly but surely, the knot shrank enough that I could pull out without it hurting or jamming against Julian’s hole. I grabbed at the base of the condom as I pulled out the rest of my cock. Julian groaned as I left him empty, and his body fell heavily onto the bed with a sigh.
I got rid of the filled condom, cleaned myself up, and then grabbed a warm washcloth for Julian. When I crept back to the bed, he was already half-asleep with that same pleased smile on his face. I chuckled and cleaned him up, spreading his legs and wiping up the slick that had spilled down his thighs, across his butt, and under his balls. He sleepily rolled over and let me smooth the warm cloth over his abdomen. I took his beautiful, flaccid cock in the cloth and washed it with gentle strokes, admiring it.
As my heart filled with love for my mate, I climbed in bed and wrapped him into a hug, cradling him in my arms as he drifted into sleep. I pressed my nose into his curls and breathed in his scent, listening to his soft breathing.
He tilted his head up to look at me with tired eyes. His pink lips kissed my chin, and he lay his head onto my chest with a happy moan. I hugged him tighter, then relaxed my arms as I closed my eyes, relishing in my post-orgasmic bliss.
“I think…” Julian mumbled. “I’m falling in love with you, Casius.”
My eyes flicked open. I glanced down and opened my mouth to reply—but he was already asleep, a soft snore escaping his throat and that happy grin still planted on his face. Perfect.
“We’ll be there,” I said, shaking the last drops of shower water out of my hair.
“Both of you? Promise me. I can’t wait to meet him,” Mom insisted.
“Yes, both of us. He’s here right now.” I peered through the bathroom door at the sleeping angel in my bed, wrapped up in my white sheets. His dark curls and flushed cheeks made him look like a cherub.
“Okay, great, hurry up then. I can’t wait.”
“Well, I can’t go anywhere while you’re still talking to me.”
“Right. Okay, See you soon!”
I chuckled as I ended the call then took a moment to check myself in the mirror. I pulled my towel tighter around my hips, and then flexed my muscles. Everything seemed a little firmer since the night before, and I felt the warm glow of alpha energy pouring through my body. I felt damn good.
I crept over to the bed then kissed Julian with soft, gentle pecks to his cheek and lips until he finally started waking up.
“Hey, sleepyhead. We’ve got a breakfast date.”
Julian yawned and stretched then licked his lips and squinted at me. “We do?”
“Mm-hm. Brunch with my parents.”
“Oh my god.” He covered his face with a pillow and let out a deep groan. I chuckled and smoothed a hand down his side before squeezing his hip.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
He pulled the pillow down so his eyes peeked over the top.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious. It’s a beautiful day to eat a lot of bagels. My mom is dying to meet you.”
“Why would we spend a beautiful day with parents?”
I smiled and lifted some of his curls off his forehead. “My parents are very chill.”
“I’m sure. But I want to bask in the glow of having my first heat. Here. With you.” He tugged on my hand, and I relented, falling into bed beside him.
“What if I tell you my mom makes her own bagels?”
His eyebrows raised a little.
I nodded. “Mm-hm, they’re chewy, and salty, and delicious.”
Julian’s tummy rumbled so loudly we both laughed.
“Ugh! Fine!” He threw off the covers. “But I’m going to hate every minute of it.”
He loved every minute of it.
“You must be Julian!” my mom exclaimed as she brought him into a hug without even saying hello to me. “I’m Nancy, and this is Paul.”
“Pleased to meet you, very pleased indeed,” Dad said, slapping him on the back.
“And this is Geronimo.” The old greyhound stuck his nose through the door and straight into Julian’s crotch. I laughed and tugged at Geronimo's collar, but the stubborn bull wouldn’t budge. Julian flushed bright red while trying to maintain a poker face as my parents continued to ask him about himself.
“Let’s take this inside.” I yanked Geronimo away from my mate’s junk, and then shouldered my way between Mom and Dad, giving Geronimo a quick pat on the head as we made our way down the hall toward the kitchen.
“Bagel brunch,” Mom announced, pulling out a chair at the breakfast table for Julian. “Let’s eat.”
I smiled at Julian who was blinking rapidly and watching as Mom and Dad served up a huge platter of bagels, cream cheese, lox, onions, tomatoes, herbs, and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
“Do you have a profession?” Dad asked, looking at Julian over the top of his glasses while smearing a bagel with cheese.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Dad. Not everything in life is about work. Couldn’t you open with some questions about his hobbies or values or things he likes—”
“Oh, honey.” Mom patted my hand. “You know your father doesn’t understand those words.”
Dad snorted. “I have hobbies!”
Now Mom looked at him from over the top of her glasses. “Name one.”
Julian laughed nervously, and I held his hand under the table. I hadn’t exactly prepared him for the combative banter between my parents, and I hoped he could tell it was all in good fun.
My dad cleared his throat. “Well, just the other day I was quite enjoying organizing my drafting papers—”
“Dad. Your hobby can’t be something to do with work.”
“What is it you do for work, Mr. Burrows?” Julian asked, tentatively throwing himself
into the conversation.
“Call me Paul, please, Julian. ‘Mr. Burrows’ was a horrible teacher who Nancy and I had in high school.”
Mom explained, “Mr. Burrows the teacher was also Paul’s father.”
Julian chuckled and seemed to relax a little.
“In answer to your very appropriate question about my profession, Julian—I’m an architect.”
“Oh, like Casius?”
“Well, I’m a much better architect than Casius,” Dad said, and I snorted.
Julian glanced at me, looking alarmed. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s true, he is. I do okay, and I was getting much better a few years ago. But almost all my time goes into being the Supreme Alpha Select nowadays, and I’ve kind of stalled with the architecture.”
“He has a good eye though,” Dad told Julian, motioning toward me with half a bagel. “I hope he’ll bring that eye to his position as Supreme Alpha. Maybe help give the Everglow government buildings a little more class.”
“You must be very proud of Casius being the Supreme Alpha Select,” Julian said as he stacked his half bagel with lox.
Mom tutted and beamed at me. “We’d be proud of him even if all he did was lay on the couch all day. The Supreme Alpha thing is nice, but it sure makes me worry.”
“Mom, I can handle it.”
“I know, I know, I know.” She sighed and smeared cream cheese on her bagel.
“You have to have faith in Alpha Hughes. If he didn’t think I was cut out for the job—”
Mom sighed and looked at Julian. “Do you have faith in Alpha Hughes?”
Julian swallowed a sip of juice and cleared his throat. “Uh. Well… When it comes to the leaders and the systems in place, I’m…a cautious skeptic.”
Dad bellowed with laughter, and Julian just about jumped out of his seat.
“Good man!” Dad raised his bagel and knife over his head in celebration.