Chapter 20: Tyler - Wrong Date, Right Mates

“First things first, are you comfortable? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

I shake my head.

“Alright, lube is a must.”

I snort. “I’m not asking for a pedantic lesson. Top drawer.”

Alden is freaking the fuck out, and I’m grateful because I’m freaking the fuck out too.

Alden rummages through the drawer, then pauses. “Vetiver-scented?” His brow wrinkles.

I don’t feel any shame. He’s my best friend. “Yeah.”

“You’re such an asshole for jacking off to an artificial version of me when I was right down the hall.” He’s teasing, but I hear the hurt between his words.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean, I wish I would have been brave enough to confront you before today. I get it.” He bows down and kisses me. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath and shakes out his shoulders like he’s about to run a marathon or something. “Let’s do this.”

“Alden, come here.” I curl up enough to drag him toward me, and kiss him, a long, lingering kiss until he relaxes. “You can’t fuck this up, remember? Take your own advice.”

He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, then releases it. “On your hands and knees.”

The command ripples through my bloodstream. It’s the command of an alpha. He helps me into position, then pushes down between my shoulder blades until my cheek touches the mattress. Then he pauses, hands gripping my hips so tightly, I hope he leaves bruises.

I’m about to whine like an omega when he says, “Goddamn, you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”

Jealousy burns inside me. “I hate that you’ve seen anyone else’s body.”

“Likewise,” he says in a low growl, the possessive streak during an alpha’s rut mirroring mine. He roams his hands down my waist and over my ass, down to my thighs and back up to weigh the heft of my balls. “So fucking sexy.”

I squirm under his touch. My cock is trapped between my legs. The sensation of my knot swelling against me is delicious, but it’s not enough. He understands wordlessly, pulling my cock down and back. Then he kisses my lower back, on the left, then the right.

“I’ve always loved these dimples.” Then he descends lower, kissing the base of my spine, and then⁠—

I gasp as his lips graze my hole.

“You smell so fucking good,” he says, breath gusting against my ass cheek as he lifts his head. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Then his warm, wet tongue licks me there, and oh my god. No one has ever touched me there. Holy shit. I feel like there are a thousand nerve endings, a million maybe, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but damn. Alphas are missing out.

“Mm,” he hums, sending vibrations through my rim.

“Oh fuck.”

Then, he kisses me there, a kiss like the ones he’s given me on my lips, but more intense. He lashes my hole with his tongue, then kisses and gently sucks, moaning like he’s been famished for me and now he can eat. The hand cradling my cock moves in slow, long pulls like he’s milking me. Fuck. It feels so good.

I wish I could taste him right now too. My pleasure rises higher as he parts my left cheek to the side and applies gentle pressure with his tongue until my hole gives in. He moans again. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

“Fuck, Alden. That feels...” I trail off because what even are words anymore?

His hand leaves my cock, but he keeps licking me. Behind me, I hear the lube bottle open, then Alden squirting it into his hand, the slippery swish of him slathering his palms. I don’t even smell the artificial vetiver. Alden’s true scent is too powerful.

He lifts his head. His cheeks are flushed red, his eyes glazed with lust, his lips parted, swollen and plump. He takes my cock in hand again, and massages my hole, already softened from his tongue. Something firmer presses against my entrance.

My breath stalls in my chest. Is that his dick? I look over my shoulder.

“Ready to take my finger?”

My hips tip automatically, like somewhere deep inside me are the same instincts an omega has. “Yes.”

Then, holding my gaze, he slowly eases his finger past my rim.

“Oh my god.”

He arcs over me and kisses my neck. “How does that feel?”

“So good,” I say. I don’t know how to explain this feeling either. I feel vulnerable, penetrated for the first time, possessed, owned. Alden’s put a part of himself inside me, like my hole belongs to him, like all of me does.

He eases his finger deeper until the ridge of his knuckle stretches me wider. He leaves it there, milking my cock with the sloppy sound of precum and lube, like it’s slick. Then he advances his finger until it feels like he’s everywhere.

“Still good?”

“So good. I can feel the stretch, but it doesn’t sting.”

“Perfect.” He kisses the back of my neck and withdraws his finger some, then a second finger nudges at my hole. He slowly works it in, stretching me wider as I melt into a puddle of precum and depravity. “You’re so fucking tight and hot inside. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re taking my fingers so well.”

His praise is everything. My body trembles, sweat beads on my skin. He must like the taste because he keeps kissing and licking my neck and everywhere else he can reach. His fingers work my hole open quickly, aggressively, like the thread of his control is fraying and he’s trying not to snap.

He withdraws his fingers. “I have to get inside you.”

I get butterflies, a quick flash of nerves, but I need him too much to care.

He pulls back, “On your back, Ty.”

My limbs feel weak with nerves. I’m still trembling. But Alden’s scent surrounds me, calming me.

I reach out and touch his knot. He jolts. “I can’t believe this is going to be inside me soon.”

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

More butterflies. Fuck.

He slathers his cock with lube, then with sudden seriousness and a hungry look, he presses his cock against my hole.

“Tell me.” He pauses on the precipice of sinking in.

I know what he needs to hear because I know him. “I want you to fuck me.” But I don’t stop there. “Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want all of you.”

His eyes darken, then he surges forward, pushing past my rim like there’s no resistance, like my hole isn’t spasming around him, like I’m not folding in on myself like a black hole. And he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t look away.

It’s so intense. I’m so full. The stretch. It feels so fucking good and terrifying at the same time. I’m pretty sure if my body wasn’t full of rut-induced adrenaline, this would hurt. But all I feel is an immense stretch as the widest part of him, that knot at his base, sinks in.

Alden’s eyes flare wide. He releases the sexiest moan. “Fuck, Ty.”

His angle shifts as he lowers his head and kisses me, then starts to move. There’s something wild in him right now. The truest form of himself, like he said. He tries to be gentle. His muscles tense to the point of snapping as he tries to hold back.

“Give into it. Fuck me. Rut into me. Breed me.”

That does it. Alden draws back and drives himself into me, rolling his hips with a fluidity that makes me feel adrift. He fucks me all the way up the bed, bunching the destroyed sheets beneath us, not even stopping when my skull touches the headboard. It’s like I’m living in the space just before an orgasm, when it feels so good you don’t want it to start, because then it will end.

His knot swells wider, battering my tight rim into submission before growing even bigger, catching on the tight ring of muscle until my hole submits again. The sounds he’s making are nothing like I’ve heard him make with any other omega. It’s auditory proof of how right this is, how much I mean to him. No one can give him what I’m giving him.

He wraps his palms over the top of my head, protecting me as he pounds into me, rhythm turning erratic, unpredictable, punching more and more pleasure into me, more of that near-orgasm feeling. He looks so fucking sexy, muscles in his abs and chest flexing, biceps tensing. He’s nothing but animalistic need, like I’m his drug, and he’s high on my scent alone. He can’t speak, and neither can I. We’re lost in our ruts together.

He takes my mouth in a claiming kiss, and I explode, wracked with pleasure so intense I’d worry it would kill me if I weren’t so willing to die to feel like this. To be his.

“That’s it, Ty. Milk my cock with your sweet hole like an omega, like you’re my omega.”

His knot stretches me wider and wider, and I’m still coming, pumping cum out between us, and a calm lucidity falls over me. I’m still deep in my rut, but I’m me, the real me. I break the kiss and lunge forward, then sink my teeth into his neck, making him my mate, making him mine.

Then something happens. It feels like magic and makes me wonder if science is just bullshit humans use to explain whatever this is.

I feel everything. I hear everything. His thoughts. His soul. It’s like we’re sharing the same body. I know what he’s thinking. My mate. Mine. It’s like a chant. It’s the truth, the most honest version of it, the truth I’ve been denying. I chant the same words back to him through the bond.

His eyes widen. Surprise fills him. I can actually feel it. He didn’t realize I was in here with him.

I love you, I say through our bond. I choose you. You’re my mate.

And he repeats the same.

We disappear inside this secret place where only we live, and ride out our orgasms together, multiplying our pleasure to something that feels like magic too, something mere mortals don’t know exists.

And when our climax ends, we stay there inside our heads. I feel his gratitude, and relief. Now he can see my heart, and he shows me what he sees. That this isn’t biology. It’s fate. And I see it too.

I won’t change my mind, I tell him inside my head. I want you to bite me too.

Not a single word spoken aloud, but he hears me.

He doesn’t hesitate. He dives down, and bites over my scent gland, and holy shit. Is that what it felt like for him?

Yes, I feel him say, and I’m so glad I get to share this pleasure with him. It’s like an out-of-body experience. We’re holding hands like when the ocean swept us off our feet and waves tumbled over our heads, except this time we’re flying.