Wyatt’s cheeks darkened. He sucked in a sharp breath, his lips pressing together. “You really think that?”
Raph hesitated. They were playing; this wasn’t real. “Yeah.”
“Oh.” Wyatt grimaced, and his cock twitched.
That gets you off? Raph stared; he wasn’t sure what he could say next.
“More, Raph. Don’t just stop there.”
“I can’t think of ways to shame you, damn it. I love you.”
Wyatt cracked his eyes open, his lips curving into a tiny smile. “Make me believe you hate me. That’s all I want.”
“That’s it?”
Wyatt squirmed. “Ten points if you make me cry. Twenty if I sob. And... and then make me come.”
“I don’t get how any of this is hot,” Raph said.
Wyatt looked away, his tongue darting over his lips. “If—if you slap me, I’ll get hard.”
That, Wyatt had never mentioned before. It sounded foreign, unbelievable. How could anyone get hard when they were slapped? But Wyatt watched him, waiting, his eyes doubtful. As though he believed Raph would go back on his word.
“Fine,” Raph said, raising himself up, winding his fingers roughly through Wyatt’s hair. “I think you’re a loose-holed slut that no one wants.”
It sounded terrible. And Wyatt squirmed, his cheeks darkening, his cock growing bigger.
He really was getting off on this. How messed-up was he, that he liked hearing shit like that about himself? How hadn’t Raph found out earlier?
More importantly, how the hell did he come up with more crap to say? For a lack of insults, Raph tightened his fist in Wyatt’s hair, licking down his throat. “None of the other alphas want you, do they? Because you’re a failure of an omega.”
Wyatt’s breath hissed through his teeth. “I—I’m terrible. I’m worthless, Raph.”
Was that what he really thought? Raph bit down on Wyatt’s neck, sucking hard on his skin. Wyatt arched beneath him. Worthless... How did he turn that back on Wyatt, so Wyatt could get off? “Yeah, you aren’t really worth much,” Raph murmured against his shoulder. “If all you can do is beg your brother to fuck you, because no one else would.”
Wyatt bit his lip, his blush rising all the way to his hairline, his cock growing thick.
Fuck, he really likes this. Raph rubbed his palm over Wyatt’s cock, thumbing his head. “Look at this, Wyatt. You’re such a shameless slut, all ready for your brother’s cock.”
Can’t believe I just said that.
Wyatt groaned, rutting up, his cock heavy in Raph’s hand. “Slap me, Raph. Please.”
Raph had been avoiding that. “Not yet. Not until you believe how little you’re worth.”
“I—I believe you.” Wyatt’s throat worked. He braced his feet against the bed, pushed his hips up, grinding against Raph’s abs. And Raph set his palm on Wyatt’s hip, shoved him back down against the bed. Wyatt gasped.
“Do you really?” Raph whispered. He trailed kisses up Wyatt’s neck, nipped at his earlobe. With his heart pounding too hard, he murmured in Wyatt’s ear. “I hate you.”
A low whimper slipped out of Wyatt’s throat. “How much do you hate me?”
Musk rolled off his skin. Wyatt slipped his hand down Raph’s chest, caressing his abs, his bulge, his touch hungry.
So maybe Raph could do this. Wyatt had asked to be slapped, multiple times. Raph would do it lightly, so it didn’t actually hurt.
He brought his hand up to Wyatt’s cheek, caressed the soft, velvety skin of his face. Raph pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then he lifted his fingers away, and tapped them lightly against Wyatt’s cheek, just hard enough to make an impact.
Wyatt gasped, his eyes flying open, his pupils dilated.
“That good enough?” Raph murmured. Please don’t ask me to hit you harder.
“No,” Wyatt said. “I deserve more.”
Gods, why do you think that? Raph pressed his forehead to Wyatt’s, breathed him in.
“Raph, please.” Wyatt squirmed, his bare skin rubbing against Raph’s clothes. “Just one good, hard slap.”
Thought you said you didn’t need it hard. Raph closed his eyes, sighing. “Just one.”
Wyatt nodded quickly. “Please.”
Just so Wyatt liked it, Raph whispered, “You’re twisted, screwing your brother like this. Carrying my baby. I’m ashamed of you.”
Wyatt’s mouth fell open, his eyes vulnerable.
Raph slapped him, hard. And Wyatt’s breath punched out of him, the tip of his cock pushing out of its foreskin.
“More,” Wyatt said, reaching down to stroke himself. Raph wasn’t sure how to answer. How to even react to this. Except Wyatt liked being hurt, and this... maybe Raph could make it up to him later, if he could bring Wyatt to that place he wanted. Where he cried, and was hard, and Raph could pleasure him.
So Raph knelt over him, gripped Wyatt’s hair in his fist, and slapped his other cheek.
Wyatt moaned, rocking his hips up, fucking into his own hand. And Raph breathed in his heady musk, his own blood surging south. He fitted his growing, covered cock against Wyatt’s ass, rutted up so Wyatt could feel it.
Wyatt whined. The slick from his ass smeared against Raph’s bulge, leaving a dark patch on his pants. And Raph’s cock swelled, his pants growing tight. I can’t believe I’m getting off on this.
“You like being a liability,” Raph said, reaching down to pull his belt open, unzip his pants. He slipped his cock and balls out, sighing at the relief it gave him. “You’re gonna have your brother fuck your worthless ass, and you’re gonna take all my come. I’ll put another baby inside you.”
Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him. His need was palpable in his ragged breathing, his fingers gripped tight around his cock. And it soaked into Raph, somehow. Made him need his omega, need to let Wyatt feel his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside Wyatt, fill him with seed.
Raph caught Wyatt’s knees, pinned them to either side of him. Then he slid his bare cock between Wyatt’s cheeks, right against his hole. Wyatt groaned, his own cock flushed, glistening with precome.
Raph slipped his hand behind Wyatt’s back, sat him up on the bed. Then he knelt, rubbed the tip of his cock over Wyatt’s soft lips, pushing into his mouth. Wyatt took him deep, choking, his throat working as he tried to swallow Raph down. It looked uncomfortable. And Raph let Wyatt worship his cock, ready to pull back if Wyatt tried to hurt himself.
He thought Wyatt might turn away, say he’d had enough. Instead, Wyatt took Raph down his throat, his lips stretched around Raph’s cock, his eyes dark with arousal. And he was so damn tight inside.
Raph panted, holding himself still. His body hummed with pleasure. It was insane, him getting this hard when he was in the middle of shaming his omega.
Wyatt had wanted Raph to make him cry.
How do I do that? Raph didn’t want to hurt him. But nothing he’d done had driven Wyatt close to tears. Maybe Wyatt had a larger tolerance for hurt than Raph thought. And that scared him. How did you build up that endurance?
He twisted his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, slid out of his mouth. Wyatt gasped, his chest heaving, his eyes wet from trying to swallow Raph’s cock. Raph brushed his tears away, cradled his face. Touched Wyatt so he knew Raph was still there, still with him.
Raph rubbed his glistening tip over Wyatt’s lips. “Suck my cock. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Wyatt groaned, his soft tongue flicking out, lapping over Raph’s tip. The insult didn’t cut deep enough.
“I’m gonna leave you after this,” Raph said.
Wyatt froze, his eyes growing wide. And that was what he’d been afraid of; Raph hadn’t realized that before.
“You’re not worth my time,” Raph said. “An omega like you? You’re worthless even with a baby.”
Wyatt’s breath snagged. He blinked hard. Further below, his cock jerked.
Gods, how the fuck does that get you off?
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�I’m gone after this,” Raph said, the words sliding off his tongue like heavy stones. “The bonding was a lie, Wyatt.”
Wyatt’s lower lip trembled. Raph’s heart squeezed. I won’t actually do that. You know it, don’t you?
He paused, cupping Wyatt’s face, tipping his head back so their eyes met. Wyatt’s gaze was dark, despairing, and Raph hadn’t seen him this upset, not from something Raph had done.
“Enough?” Raph asked softly.
Wyatt shook his head. “More,” he rasped. “Slap me again.”
Raph’s heart ached. With their gazes locked, he slapped Wyatt again, hard enough to leave a mark. Wyatt hissed.
“You aren’t good enough for me, Wy. I’ve fucked other omegas out there. All of them are better than you. And none of them would suck their brothers off—you’re the only sick one.”
Wyatt groaned, stroking himself. “You think so?”
“I know you, Wy. You’re not worth my time. I don’t know why I’m even here.”
Wyatt swallowed and blinked hard. “Do you hate me, Raph?”
He looked like he was about to cry, now. Raph’s breath caught. “Yeah, I hate you,” he said. “I’m embarrassed to call you my omega. You don’t deserve to be bonded, especially not to me.”
Wyatt sucked in a shaky breath, his hand slowing on his cock. “How—” he gulped “—how worthless am I?”
Fuck if I know. You aren’t worthless at all.
“You don’t deserve my love,” Raph said. “You think you’re good enough for something, but you’re really not.”
Raph leaned in when Wyatt trembled, slipping his hand around Wyatt’s back, just to hold him. Because Wyatt was looking at him now, helpless and raw, his hand motionless.
Wyatt truly believed him. He’d opened the most vulnerable parts of his heart to Raph, and he wanted Raph to hurt him there.
And Raph had promised he would. Gods, this was the first and last time he ever agreed to this.
Raph kissed his ear. “You’re like a dirty secret I can’t tell anyone. I wish I’d never bonded with someone as shameless as you.”
Wyatt trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. Precome leaked down the side of his cock. “Really?” he choked. “You—you’d drop me as your mate?”
“I would’ve dropped you yesterday,” Raph whispered, winding his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, wishing Wyatt wasn’t believing every word he said. He reached down with his other hand, took Wyatt’s straining cock between his fingers. It throbbed against him. “You’re so damn hard right now. You don’t want to be mine, do you? That’s fine. I don’t want you, either. I’m gonna fuck you, and then I’m gonna leave.”
Wyatt whined, soft and defenseless. And the tears rolled down his cheeks, catching in the lamplight.
Raph closed his eyes, breathing out. I’m so sorry, Wy.
“You’d leave?” Wyatt asked, his voice cracking.
“Yeah. I’ll pack my things, like those clothes in the closet. You don’t deserve to have me around.” Raph stroked Wyatt’s cock, his fingertips catching on its fine veins. How are you this hard when you think I’m leaving? “That mark on your neck? It means nothing.”
Wyatt trembled, and Raph pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Licked over his lower lip, slipped inside. Wyatt met him, tangled their tongues together, his breath damp.
“You don’t deserve any love,” Raph murmured. “Not mine, and not anyone else’s.”
He wiped the tears off Wyatt’s cheeks, trailed his fingers down to Wyatt’s tight balls. This was perhaps the hardest Raph had ever seen him, short of when he’d been in heat. He squeezed Wyatt’s cock, stroked him from base to tip. Wyatt groaned, his cock jerking in Raph’s hand.
“Raph, please.”
“Please what?” Tell me to stop, Wy. Please.
“More,” Wyatt said. “Hurt me harder.”
Raph sighed, pressing their foreheads together. Another ten minutes. Just a little while, enough for Wyatt to get off.
“Okay,” he said, kissing Wyatt on the lips. Then he lifted his hand, slapped Wyatt across the cheek. Wyatt gasped. His cheeks were pink now, damp with tears.
“I shouldn’t have come back to Meadowfall,” Raph said. “I shouldn’t have given you a chance. Just for this? You’re only a set of holes for me to fuck.”
A helpless sound slipped from Wyatt’s mouth, and Raph thought he might cry, himself.
“I’m gonna leave you after I come. You don’t deserve my time, Wy. You don’t deserve my love.”
Wyatt choked, and his face crumpled. “I-I d-don’t?”
He sobbed then, stuttering gasps that wracked through his frame. Raph’s heart broke. That’s what you really want? For me to love you? You know I do.
“You don’t,” Raph said, looking down between them at Wyatt’s cock, its tip a purple hue, as though he’d spill any moment. “Get on all fours. I don’t want to see your face.”
Wyatt whimpered, fumbling against the sheets. Raph slipped his arm under Wyatt’s ass, turned him around onto his knees. Wyatt’s ass was damp with slick. On the small of his back, the Drive In tattoo lingered on his skin, a reminder of the party that had started all this. Raph pressed his palm to it, the heat of Wyatt’s skin soaking into his hand.
Then Wyatt spread his legs and lifted his hips, the pucker of his hole glistening. Blood surged back into Raph’s cock.
I made Wyatt cry, and I’m hard for him. What kind of sick alpha am I?
He shed his clothes, flinging them off the bed. Then he pressed in close, his thighs bumping against Wyatt’s, his cock slipping between Wyatt’s cheeks. Raph wrapped his arm around Wyatt’s chest, hugged his omega to himself.
“Enough?” Raph whispered, his heart beating against Wyatt’s back.
Wyatt shook his head, grinding back at him, his slick smearing over Raph’s cock, warm and slippery. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice thick with tears. “Tell—tell me more.”
Gods, you want more? Raph buried his face in Wyatt’s back, kissing his spine. He was running out of things to say. “When I said I loved you... I lied. I don’t.”
Wyatt made a small, helpless sound in his throat. Raph reached down, found Wyatt’s cock, damp and straining; it was the only way he could tell Wyatt still wanted this.
“If the world ends, no one will come to save you. I’d leave you alone to die in an abyss. Guess how much you’re worth to me.”
“Nothing?”
Everything. “Yeah, nothing.”
Wyatt sobbed, his body shaking against Raph’s. And yet his cock swelled in Raph’s hand. Wyatt shoved his cock into Raph’s fist, and over his shoulder, Raph glimpsed the shine of tears as they pattered onto the sheets. He swallowed hard, his chest tight.
Raph slid his cock against Wyatt’s hole, concentrating on Wyatt’s need, his omega’s body. If he thought more about how he was hurting Wyatt, he’d go soft. He pressed a kiss to Wyatt’s spine instead, traced his fingertips down Wyatt’s cock.
“I don’t want to see you after this,” Raph said. “Take the baby and leave.”
Wyatt shook, great heaving sobs that Raph held him through. How the fuck did you get so broken, Wy?
“S-so you’re f-fucking me now because...”
Raph slid his cock along Wyatt’s hole, until his tip pressed against that sweet, puckered entrance. Wyatt relaxed for him. Focus on Wyatt. Need to be hard enough to fuck him.
“You were convenient,” Raph said, breathing out. He squeezed Wyatt’s tight balls, then stroked up to Wyatt’s belly, where their baby lay. Wyatt bore his child. Wyatt was his most important person. “I hate you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt choked, his body trembling. And Raph pushed into him, groaning at his tightness, the heat of his body.
Beneath him, Wyatt moaned, shoving himself down on Raph’s cock, taking him all the way inside. Fuck, he felt like bliss. Raph snapped his hips, thrust deep into him. Wyatt gasped, fingers scrabbling against the bed, his cock dripping onto Raph’s fingers.
“M
ore, Raph,” he gasped, his body tense. He fucked himself on Raph’s cock, his hips rolling, and he was so damn hot, so damn beautiful.
Raph gripped Wyatt’s cock, fucked him so hard he jerked forward, into Raph’s fist. Wyatt gasped, his cock so thick that Raph knew he was on the edge. If they could get through the next minute without any insults...
“Tell—tell me more.” Wyatt snapped his hips up, his ass sucking Raph in, milking him for his come.
Raph groaned, pleasure humming through his body. Just one more. “If I could—could redo this, I’d never have slept with you that first night. Never have bonded with you at all.”
Wyatt sobbed, his chest heaving. And as Raph pounded into him, Wyatt came, his cock pulsing in Raph’s hand, his body clenching tight, dragging Raph over the edge. Pleasure exploded through Raph’s body, a tidal wave of sensation that washed his thoughts out, curled his toes, until all he could think about was Wyatt, and the warmth of his omega against him.
A sliver at a time, Raph’s thoughts returned. He saw Wyatt first, beneath him. Then he heard the soft gasps, glimpsed the little shudders of Wyatt’s shoulders. And the enormity of what he’d done crashed down on him.
Raph froze, his thoughts whirling, his heart pattering too fast. “Wy?”
Wyatt didn’t move. He pressed his face into the mattress, his breathing a mix of gasps and sniffles.
“Gods, I’m so sorry, Wy.” Raph slid out of him, gathered Wyatt into his arms. Then he hefted Wyatt further up the bed, turning him around so Wyatt faced him, his eyes red, his nose blotchy. Raph’s chest squeezed. “Do you want my knot?”
Wyatt nodded, his throat working. Raph caught him under one knee, spread his legs open. Then he slipped back into Wyatt’s warmth, slowing when his growing knot caught against Wyatt’s entrance. “Gonna be a stretch,” he said.
“I know.” Wyatt moaned when Raph pushed slowly inside, spreading him open, until his knot sat firmly in Wyatt’s body, swelling. Raph’s breath rushed out of him—it always felt intimate, locked with Wyatt like this.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked, brushing Wyatt’s hair from his face. With their bodies connected, he lay down gingerly beside his omega, wiping the smeared tears off his cheeks. “Gods, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
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