Chapter 20: Royce - Marked By Love

“Theo, I’m, I …” he spluttered, trying to find the right words and rein in his wolf. Hot cum was soaking into his briefs and pants while the omega was grinding against his messy erection, smelling of the sweetest slick that’d ever penetrated his nose.

All Royce could think about was picking Theo up, placing him on the counter, and ravaging him. Filling the little omega with his knot as he bit his neck, making them one, body and soul. But Theo said he didn’t want a mate mark, right? Did he not realize Royce had little to no control at the moment?

“Theo, if I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop. I thought you didn’t want the mate mark.”

“I don’t …” Theo pressed into Royce. Bloody hell, this omega would try the patience of a celibate saint. “What if … don’t some mates kinda … work it out without biting first?”

Theo’s words were accentuated by dry humping Royce. His musk heightened, and Royce immediately knew Theo had started his heat. Well shit. Omegas in heat needed penetration, either from a partner or they’d lock themselves away with a litany of toys until it passed.

“You wanna fuck it out so we can think without all the hormones in our way?” Royce said.

Theodore nodded. “Some, I’ve heard, some can do it without biting … but some do bite … I still don’t want to be bitten.”

“I-I would never do it against your will on purpose, but I’m not exactly in control. I don’t want to accidentally do something …”

To his bemusement, Theodore reached around Royce and grabbed a wooden spoon from the utensil crock and brandished it. “I’ll smack your muzzle if you get bitey.”

Royce would have laughed if he weren’t terrified of hurting Theo. “Are you … are you sure you want to take that risk?”

“The only thing I’m positive of is that I’m uncomfortably needy right now,” Theo panted. “If you’re really worried about it, we can agree to just hand stuff.”

“Hand stuff?”

“I’ll jerk off your knot while you use your hand inside me. It might be easier to control that way. Come on, Royce … the pills wore off, which means you can scent me. But it also means I can scent you. And I haven’t gone into heat in years. You’re not the only one on the edge of losing control.”

“I’m hardwired to take care of your every need. You’re making it very difficult for me to say no.”

“Then don’t.”

Royce’s body moved of its own volition. Hands moving from Theo’s arms, he slid his fingers down his body, pausing at the hips. He traced around the omega’s soft curves, then gripped him from behind. With a strangled gasp, Theo wrapped his arms around Royce’s neck, leaning into him as Royce hoisted him onto the counter. He shouldn’t give in to the omega’s pleas, his needy whines … he should remain steadfast, he should resist … he should, he should …

His mouth collided with Theo’s. Full, wet lips moved against his as Theo opened his mouth and moaned. His scent was stronger on his breath, his omega musk, mint, chocolate, and berries so overpowering it was as if Royce was feasting on a dessert platter. In a way, he was.

Theo licked into Royce’s mouth, and he was lost. One hand resting on Theo’s hip, the other moved to thread through his hair; the thick dark strands were as satiny and soft as he’d imagined. Royce gripped them at the root and tilted Theo’s head back; he obliged with an eager whimper as Royce deepened the kiss.

Theo’s hands were everywhere. Royce’s hair, his arms, his legs, then finally they slid under the hem of his shirt. His small hands were soft and warm. Royce was humming with contentment when one of Theo’s fingers brushed his nipple. Jerking forward, Royce’s hips bucked, and he accidentally bit Theo’s lip.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Theo smirked and ran his tongue along the small trickle of blood on his bottom lip. “Someone’s reactive. I like it.”

Royce growled unintelligibly as he ripped off his shirt, then Theo’s. Smashing his lips against Theo’s, pushing his hips flush to the omega’s as their erections ground against each other.

Royce snarled, his hands searching for Theo’s waistband. Thankfully, he was wearing Royce’s sweats that were too large for him. He easily slipped his hand inside and caressed his cloth-clad erection.

Theo squirmed and mewled under Royce’s ministrations, grabbing Royce’s shoulder and thrusting himself into his palm. Together they maneuvered his position on the counter until the sweats were past his hips, then off his ankles, and still Royce wouldn’t release his mouth.

He teased and palmed the omega through his briefs. They were soaking in slick. Royce moved his fingers over Theo’s testicles, pausing to tease the sensitive flesh beneath them, before pressing a finger to his leaking hole.

Theo’s reaction was instantaneous; griping Royce, he cried out, body jerking into Royce’s touch as he jizzed in his briefs. Royce hardly had a moment to react to what happened before Theo was trying to force Royce’s hand inside him through the cloth. His wolf growled, and Royce momentarily forgot himself as he ripped the briefs from Theo’s hips, tossing the torn fabric aside.

Coating his fingers in Theo’s slick, he circled his tight hole then pushed a digit inside. Any worry he may have had about moving too fast or too rough evaporated as Theo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and a salaciously sinful moan vibrated in his throat, and he rocked into the touch.

“More,” he demanded.

Royce pulled back and added a second finger.

“More!”

Royce hesitated, and Theo seized his wrist, his eyes hard and furious.

“If you’re not going to fuck me properly, I’ll go find another alpha who will.”

Eyes locked onto Theo, Royce pushed four fingers inside. The omega grunted and rocked his hips until the digits were seated past the knuckles. His mouth fell open as he tried desperately to fuck himself further onto Royce’s hand, panting a single word over and over. More.

“Anymore and I’ll be fisting you,” Royce practically snarled.

Theo’s dexterous fingers worked the zipper on Royce’s jeans, then tugged them down, freeing his throbbing erection.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, alpha.” The mouthy omega emphasized his words with hard tugs to Royce, pausing to squeeze his swelling knot.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Royce pushed his hand in further, curling his fingers in to make a fist. Theo coated his hand in Royce’s pre-cum, sliding it up and down, over his foreskin, his knot, and everywhere as he teased him, spurring his movements forward.

Royce’s breath hitched, and his heart stopped. His hand was inside Theo to the wrist. The omega’s testicles tight, and his erection at hard attention just above it. He mewled with satisfaction, a wicked grin on his face as he furiously pumped Royce. The sight made something in him snap.

Hoisting one of Theo’s legs over his shoulder, he moved his hand further in and back, picking up speed as Theo groaned, moving his body in time with the rhythm, his erection bouncing as his balls tightened and pre-cum dribbled over his abdomen. Meanwhile, Theo tugged and squeezed Royce’s own leaking erection.

He was getting close. Heat pooled in his stomach, a fever spread across his sweaty skin, his teeth itched and elongated into fangs. The omega laid out beneath him on the kitchen counter took everything Royce had to give and still demanded more.

With a strangled cry, Theo spurted ribbons of hot cum over his abdomen and chest. Royce increased his tempo, hard and fast. Theo’s eyes rolled, and his body convulsed as a second orgasm tore through him.

Watching his omega come undone on a third, then a fourth orgasm sent Royce over the edge, his own release soon to follow; thick, hot cum poured from him.

Again and again they found their releases until they were covered in a thick, sticky mess as their bodies took what they needed from each other.

Before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Royce’s wolf took over and lunged for Theo’s neck.

His teeth gnashed, latching onto anything they could find purchase in.

A ripping sound echoed over the strangled cries, and a cloud of fine, white powder filled his vision and strangled his nose. Royce coughed and spluttered. When his wolf retreated, Royce noticed they were a mess, covered in sweat and cum, still locked together with Theo on the kitchen counter. Someone had ripped open the bag of flour and dumped it over them both.

“What the …”

“You,” Theo panted. “Tried to bite me. I shoved the flour bag in your mouth.”

“I’m guessing that worked.” Royce observed.

With a strangled chuckle, Theo fell limp on the counter.

“I’ve heard of mate heats making people do some strange things, but getting fisted in a cloud of baking ingredients might take the cake.”

“Pun intended?”

Theo’s chuckles morphed into a full-on belly laugh, which was an odd sensation seeing’s how Royce’s entire hand was still inside him. Yet, he couldn’t help laughing along with his omega.

Easing his hand out of Theo’s ass, once Royce’s fingers were fully extracted, a gush of slick followed, and Theo let out a pathetic whimper.

Royce was about to remark on how greedy the omega was when his stomach let out a ferocious growl.

“You need food,” Royce said.

“Sadly, I don’t think I have the ingredients for pancakes anymore.”

“We’ll find something else. And, ah, maybe take turns washing up again and cleaning the cum off the kitchen floor.”

Theo made a face as he took in the destruction. “Heats are always so messy.”

“You can go first. I think you got the brunt of the flour anyways. I’ll start on the kitchen.”

“Thank you.” Theo turned to him with utmost sincerity, and he knew Theo was talking about more than just the shower. If Royce said he wasn’t utterly lost to that look on his mate’s face, he’d be a damned liar.