by Piper Scott
“I love you, Sir,” Gabriel whispered. “I’m ready.”
“I know.” Cedric silenced him with a kiss, and the fire inside sparked and danced as it was set free on the winds of Cedric’s desire. “And I’m ready, too.”
44
Gabriel
Submission was not mindless. Gabriel let his head roll back, the dull pain now throbbing in his ear secondary to the feel of Sir’s lips on his neck and the way the smooth balls of his snakebite piercings grazed across his skin. To give himself to a man did not mean to turn his brain off, and to allow another to own him did not mean that he was no longer in control of himself. The power Gabriel lost, he entrusted to a man he knew would give back to him a thousandfold more pleasurable.
The choice was his when it had never been before, and Gabriel would never have it any other way again.
Fabric trailed across Gabriel’s cheek, and he didn’t realize until it passed over the bridge of his nose what it was—Sir had brought out a silk scarf, and he secured that scarf over Gabriel’s eyes to deprive him of his vision. Gabriel let out a puff of air and squirmed, his body made more sensitive as his sight was taken from him.
“Sir?” he gasped.
Sir chuckled and kissed him, and the kiss was fire. Gabriel gasped into his mouth and returned Sir’s passion with his own. Each touch was now a surprise, and Gabriel’s body reacted to them that much more strongly for it.
Sir’s teeth grazed along his neck, the promise of pain never far, but the delivery of pleasure constant. Gabriel took in a needy breath, and as he did, Sir bit down. The flat tips of his teeth pinched Gabriel’s skin, and he tugged, but even as Gabriel cried out in surprise, he lifted his hips to seek friction against Sir’s body.
In deprivation, he found bliss.
Sir’s hips met his, and their rhythm forced Gabriel back down against the bed. The steady rise and fall stole Gabriel’s senses, and he invested his trust in Sir to direct his pleasure. No matter what happened, Gabriel was ready for it.
“If I push you too far, and if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.” Sir’s command ghosted across Gabriel’s neck. “One word is all it takes. I want you to repeat it. Revoke.”
“Revoke.” Gabriel’s mouth worked independently of his head, and the word tumbled from his lips. “Revoke.”
“That’s all. One word and I stop. Your command over me is absolute, Gabriel. Everything I am is yours.”
Power. Once, he’d signed it away to a man who’d misused it—who’d told him that everything about him was worthless, and that he was lucky to have found someone to take care of him. Now, Gabriel knew better. Sir took his power, too, but what he left in its place was distilled and potent. Even as he nipped and commanded, he made Gabriel the god of his world—one he made offerings to in sensation, both pleasure and pain.
Now that he understood it, Gabriel would be benevolent.
Sir nipped again, the pain sharper this time. It radiated through Gabriel’s neck in hot shockwaves of sensation, and he squirmed in an attempt to end the feeling—but Sir’s offering wasn’t complete. With a growl, Sir collected his wrists and pinned them over his head with a single hand. The other found the hem of Gabriel’s shirt and ran up over his stomach. Compared to Gabriel’s skin, Sir’s fingers were cold, and the contrast made Gabriel tremble in delight.
Another unexpected nip. Another lofty peak of pain. The world was dark, and all Gabriel could do was trust that Sir wouldn’t steer him wrong.
He trusted Sir with all his heart.
A kiss. A nip. A hand pulling his hair. Pleasure and pain stacked one atop the other until Gabriel struggled to tell the difference between them. What pain he did feel was beginning to build toward something different—a state of being that made Gabriel’s toes curl and sent his heart racing.
“All of this for you,” Sir promised, his words a secret only Gabriel’s skin knew. “Let me make you feel like you deserve to feel. Let me prove to you that pain is worthwhile.”
He was broken, brittle plastic snapped in ways that could never be slotted back together again. For so long, he’d denied it, but the truth had finally set in, and Gabriel embraced it. As pain washed over him, his body took it and transformed it. Rippling heat lost its scorching touch, and as it did, Gabriel vibrated to it.
Throbbing.
Swelling.
Expanding.
For that moment of time, driven into another headspace by Sir’s worship, he was aware of every inch of himself in ways he’d never been before.
“Sir,” Gabriel rasped. His voice was foreign to him, like his vocal cords had been rearranged since he’d last spoken. “Sir!”
The hand beneath Sir’s shirt found his nipple, and Gabriel was shocked at how it stood erect. Flushed with blood and vulnerable, he knew it should have stung when Sir pinched it and pulled, but there was no pain. The pulsing pleasure he felt in his neck was mimicked in his nipple, and it washed through his chest and left him desperate for more.
It was only when Sir’s hips pressed into him again that Gabriel realized he was hard. The throbbing wasn’t only coming from his chest and neck—it came from his groin as well. Arousal spiraled through him, leaving him in a heightened state of numbness. Every touch spread across him like menthol, tingling, cooling, and addictive.
“Sir,” Gabriel gasped. He rolled his head to the side and buried his face against his arm. Each breath he took came too quickly, and he couldn’t regulate them. “Sir!”
They weren’t having sex—they weren’t even nude. All Sir did was nip, lick, and pinch, and yet Gabriel had never felt so good. His hips pushed upward to seek friction against Sir’s body, and Sir rewarded him by thrusting down and pushing him into the bedding.
“Breed me.” Old habits died hard, and Gabriel’s body was ready for a heat he’d already medicated against. He parted his thighs farther and pressed up against Sir. “Sir, please, breed me.”
Sir’s finger pulled, and Gabriel cried out as his nipple was twisted. No matter what Sir did to him, there was no pain, and Gabriel was beginning to think there never would be again.
“Every day, I want to see a pill on your tongue, Gabriel.” Sir’s teeth grazed the edge of Gabriel’s jaw until his lips met the corners of Gabriel’s. “Every day, I want to see you swallow it. Someday, we will have a family, but not now. Not until we’re both ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” The promise was hot on his tongue, but it was truthful. Gabriel didn’t want a baby anymore—not for now. All he wanted was to know Sir’s body, and for Sir to know his in return. “I understand, Sir.”
Sir’s kiss was sizzling, and when it broke, the darkness Gabriel saw shimmered and shifted like it had been licked by flames. There was a release of pressure from his wrists, and then the sound of fabric hitting Sir’s bedroom floor. Gabriel imagined that it was Sir’s shirt, and that Sir’s chest was now bare, the ink he so often hid from the world on display, and the barbells through his nipples glinting in the light.
“Now you,” Sir uttered, and the image in Gabriel’s head disappeared in a flurry of activity.
The shirt Gabriel wore was tugged from his body, but he didn’t notice the change in temperature—his skin was chilled from the strange heights Sir had already driven him to. No sooner was the shirt stripped from his torso than Sir’s hands were on his chest, forcing him back onto the bed with controlled savagery that made Gabriel want more. With his hands now free of Sir’s control, Gabriel found Sir’s thigh and trailed along it to grope Sir through his jeans, squeezing the bulge he found there. It was hard for him—because of him—but Sir didn’t let him take pride in it for long. In the next second, Gabriel’s hands were pinned above his head once more. Sir moved on the bed—Gabriel felt the shift in the distribution of weight on the mattress—and undid the front of Gabriel’s pants. He guided them from his body.
Gabriel lifted his hips, and Sir made quick work of his briefs.
It wasn’t like it had been before. Gabriel wanted i
t.
Action was never so easy to take. He opened his thighs and let Sir have his way.
45
Cedric
Heat.
Medicated, but irrefutable. It made Gabriel smell sweet, and it drew Cedric to him. The heat blockers he’d introduced to Gabriel’s system would stunt the symptoms before they became unruly, but the tantalizing scent of fertile omega reached Cedric’s nose regardless. He ran his fingers between Gabriel’s cheeks to find them slick.
His omega.
His.
Blindfolded and beautiful, his cheeks were flushed and his hard cock bobbed over his stomach. The desire that arced through Cedric was all because of him. Gabriel was the one he’d wanted since the beginning, and to have him now, six long months since they’d first met, confirmed what Cedric had known all along.
Gabriel was worth the wait.
Cedric tugged at his belt and undid his fly. He kicked his pants off and pulled down the boxers he wore beneath. Foreplay had left him aching for Gabriel’s body, and he would not deny himself any longer. What Gabriel asked, he would provide. Gabriel’s word was his command, and Cedric was bound to it.
He released Gabriel’s wrists only so he could sink to his groin and run his tongue along the cock Gabriel had kept hidden from him for so long. Six months together, yet it was the first time Cedric had tasted him like this. The wait was worth it—Gabriel was delicious.
“Sir!” Gabriel cried with lofty delight. He arched his back, and Cedric let him into his mouth. His tongue lavished Gabriel’s body with the attention he knew it needed. Before sex, before anything else, Cedric would prove to him that he was worthy of pleasure. For as long as it took to get the message into his head, Cedric would made him come again, and again, and again.
Gabriel’s delicate fingers pulled Cedric’s hair as he sucked, and Cedric looked up over the smooth planes of Gabriel’s body to the blindfolded head that had lifted itself up as if to watch him. Gabriel’s lips were red and glossy from kissing, and they were parted slightly as he drew in desperate breaths. The color in his cheeks betrayed his excitement as much as his stiffened cock did. Cedric committed the image of him to memory, then lowered his gaze and bobbed his head, letting Gabriel farther into his mouth.
“S-Sir!” Gabriel panted, voice almost squeaky from how desperate it was. He lifted his hips and pushed himself the rest of the way into Cedric’s mouth. The tension in his body built—Cedric felt it in his trembling thighs. “Sir, you’re gonna make me… make me…”
Come.
Cedric’s tongue ran along the underside of Gabriel’s cock, and he bobbed his head again to set up a steady pace. Gabriel gasped and dropped back onto the bed, going rigid. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and his legs stretched out as his toes curled. If he pushed himself any further, he would snap. Still, Cedric worked his tongue and lips, sweetening each bob of his head. To please his partner was what he was born to do—Dom or sub. Cedric wouldn’t let his talents go to waste.
The bed went still when Gabriel came, and a scream pierced the bedroom that Cedric was sure his neighbors would have heard, had they been home. Cum, thick and alkaline, introduced itself to Cedric’s tongue, and he pulled back only so he could swallow. The taste partnered with the scent of omega in heat and left him wanting more.
Gabriel, panting for breath, lay spent on the bed. Both of his arms stretched away from him, his fingers curled loosely against his palm. The silk scarf remained in place, its dark fibers beautiful against Gabriel’s pale skin. “Y-you didn’t breed me, Sir.”
“I know.” Cedric wiped his lips on the back of his arm and climbed back up Gabriel’s body. When he spoke next, his nose brushed the tip of Gabriel’s, and Gabriel sucked in a tiny breath that made what Cedric had to say even sweeter yet. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
46
Gabriel
There was no need for lube. Gabriel’s heat arrived without any of its usual cruelty to slick his ass and coat his thighs. But heat or not, sex wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Sex wasn’t supposed to be good. And more than that, orgasm was never supposed to happen with a partner.
One by one, Sir plucked all the little lies from Gabriel’s head and taught him the truth.
And oh, what a truth it was.
I’m not finished with you yet.
The statement echoed in Gabriel’s mind as Sir’s lips met his, the slightest taste of himself present in his kiss. Gabriel closed his eyes and let the power of his taste sink in—he was the one who’d claimed Sir’s mouth, and who’d used it shamelessly. In small ways, Sir proved that nothing divided them. Alpha and omega were biological concepts, not limiting agents. Just as Gabriel had been used for pleasure, now he used his alpha in the same way. The fluidity in their relationship opened his eyes to what he’d missed—and what he’d willfully ignored.
Sir flipped Gabriel onto his stomach, and soon enough, Gabriel felt Sir’s thick cock run its course along his soaked taint. Fireworks exploded behind Gabriel’s eyes, and he tossed his head back. The desire he felt for Sir wasn’t a product of his heat—the medication suppressed his instincts and granted him clarity. What he felt for Sir was rooted in truth.
He needed Sir, and Sir needed him. They would never be apart again.
“I love you, Gabriel.” Sir ran a hand across his hip, the head of his cock nuzzling Gabriel’s hole, but not yet pressing inward. The delay left Gabriel squirming. “Any time it gets to be too much, or any time you feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is speak the word, and I will stop.”
Gabriel nodded. He didn’t trust his voice. The sounds that came from his mouth weren’t familiar to his ear, and it was frightening to think that Sir’s hold on him had such an effect. The numbness raced through his body, but now that the pain had stopped, a new sensation had taken its place. Every gentle caress allowed Gabriel to feel himself from the outside, like he was in Sir’s position instead of his own. Slender thighs he’d never appreciated before blinked into focus, and narrow hips he’d regretted were redeemed. Every place Sir’s fingers traced over with wonder alerted Gabriel to the beauty of his body—something he’d never seen before, and that he doubted he would have noticed if it weren’t for Sir’s guidance.
Another offering. Another revelation.
It took darkness to bring what was truly beautiful to light.
And then, just like that, there was nothing separating them anymore.
The stretch was sudden, but it wasn’t unanticipated. Gabriel’s body parted as Sir pushed inward, and Gabriel cried out in delirious pleasure as he stretched to accept his lover’s cock. The slick he produced eased penetration, and Sir pushed in farther and farther, until something else entered Gabriel that made him gasp and squirm.
Two smooth parallel balls.
And then another set.
And another.
Gabriel struggled for breath. He’d never felt anything like that before, and as another set of smooth intrusions entered his body alongside Sir’s cock, he struggled to make sense of what he was feeling. The silk scarf kept him from seeing anything.
But it didn’t take him long to figure out what was going on.
Are you interested in body modification, Gabriel?
Sir’s shaft was pierced all along the underside, five sets of piercings stacked one after another, their smooth balls stretching Gabriel even farther and changing what it felt like to be stuffed with a cock. Sir’s frenum ladder piercings were inside of him now, the rounded heads of the barbells rubbing against him as Sir’s cock stretched him full. And when Sir drew back, each of those balls dragged against Gabriel’s insides and increased the friction as they left his body one by one. With his sight robbed from him, Gabriel was even more highly attuned to them than he otherwise would have been.
He felt himself stretch as Sir pushed them back in.
A moan rolled from Gabriel’s lips, and he took Sir’s pierced cock in full.
Pleasure exploded inside of him as the firs
t of the balls rubbed against his prostate, leading the way for the others to follow. Gabriel threw himself down onto the bed and arched so his ass pushed up into Sir’s body, howling with pleasure as bump after bump rubbed him exactly where he needed it. He’d come just minutes before, but he was already hard again. His body wanted more.
Would every time they had sex be like this? As the balls of Sir’s piercing rolled over his prostate in ways that drove Gabriel to delirious pleasure, Gabriel couldn’t help but think so. His eyes rolled back, and when Sir’s grip loosened on his hips, he bucked blindly against him to regain some of the pleasure.
This was what it was like to want sex. This was what it was like to be cherished by a partner.
Gabriel would never let the feeling go.
“I’m going to knot you,” Sir uttered, voice lost to lust like Gabriel had never heard it before, yet still firmly established in control. “I’m going to fill you up with me until you forget that there was ever anyone else. Your past doesn’t matter anymore, Gabriel—only your future does. Our future.”
“Our future.” Gabriel spoke through a moan, rolling his hips as the pleasure built. The pressure on his prostate threatened to push his cum out from the inside, and there was nothing Gabriel could do to stop it. “Y-yes!”
Sir’s lips were on him again, peppering the back of his neck with affection. Tears streaked down Gabriel’s cheeks, and he worked his hips in time to Sir’s thrusts. It shouldn’t have felt so good. Sex never felt good.
But with Sir, the world was different.
Sir’s truth painted a kinder, safer world—one Gabriel wanted to cling to for the rest of his life.
“Knot me.” Gabriel’s voice shook, and his hands locked into the pillows before him as Sir worked their bodies toward orgasm. “Want to feel you. Want to know you. Knot me.”