Page 53 of Marked By Love

All Theodore could do was let out a pitiful whimper.

“Your heat is getting bad, isn’t it?”

Theodore nodded.

“You’ve been trying to ignore it, haven’t you?”

Theodore nodded again, too embarrassed to speak.

Royce disappeared and returned a moment later with Theodore’s blanket nest in his giant arms. He laid everything on the bed, arranging the blankets and pillows, trying to mimic how it was on the sofa. Then he knelt in front of Theodore, his nostrils flaring and eyes glowing, but to his credit, when he spoke, his voice was calm and even.

“I think there’s something that can help. Dr. Shera mentioned direct contact with alpha ejaculation.”

Theodore grumbled. Of course he knew Royce was right. One sure way to help ease an omega heat along was for the omega to have direct contact with alpha sex goo. Bonus points for it being your mate. The very thought of it was making him leak slick like a broken fire hose as he rocked on the dildo half-seated inside him.

“You need help, Theo, this isn’t good for you.” Royce sighed. “Do you trust me?”

In Theodore’s opinion, that was a ridiculous question to ask someone whom you’ve already fisted on the kitchen counter, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. He nodded, and Royce scooped him into his arms. Ever so gently, he placed Theodore on the bed. He eased the toy out of him, then let out a little huff.

“No wonder you didn’t mind me using my fist,” he mused before setting the toy aside. Next, he fully removed Theodore’s pajamas, not ripping anything this time.

“What if you get bitey again?” Theodore asked, grinding his empty ass against the bed, desperate for friction. “I don’t have a bag of flour in here.”

“I scolded my wolf and told the furry bastard if he tried it again, I’d leave you be—indefinitely. That got his attention. But, just in case, I think having something I can shove in my mouth will keep him sated. A little.” He brandished a throw pillow. “If I feel it coming, I’ll chew on this.”

Theodore laughed, and before he knew it, they were both naked. Royce’s bare skin pressed against his own as the alpha ran his hands over Theodore’s body. The contact soothed something inside Theodore, making a groan reverberate through his chest while simultaneously setting his breast ablaze, his body desperate for more.

Theodore was rolled over, two pillows cushioned under his stomach and a third shoved under his shoulders. Royce easily bent Theodore’s legs and propped his butt in the air. Royce swore as he massaged the swells of Theodore’s ass and spread him open. Hot wet breath met Theodore’s exposed and slick-filled hole. His body shivered.

Something warm and wet moved up and down Theodore’s center, pausing to circle his entrance.

“Fuck, it’s even better from the source,” Royce groaned.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“After our little excursion on the kitchen counter this morning, the second you locked yourself in the bathroom, I licked my hand clean, like a wild fucking animal. I could taste my own sweat mixed with your slick, and it was still the best damned thing that’d ever touched my tongue. Now I’ve had it straight from the source, I can’t say that.”

Before Theodore could register his words, Royce buried his face in his ass. Plunging his tongue forward, the breach made Theodore cry out. Not from pain or discomfort, but the unique and new sensation of it. It was warm, and wet against his aching hole.

Long, thick paths were rolled over every part of him. Languidly lapping up the slick shamelessly pouring out, Royce drank it all with a satisfied rumble rolling through his chest.

When Theodore thought the alpha had his fill, he flexed his fingers into Theodore’s flesh and plunged his tongue in again and again. What started as simple teasing soon resolved into full-on fucking with his mouth. At some point Theodore’s legs gave out, and he collapsed against the pillows supporting him. He whimpered and mewled while his needy body was given what it craved.

When at long last Royce had drank his fill, he pulled back in a mess of slick and saliva. He watched over his shoulder as Royce stroked himself, considering Theodore. His knot was swollen at the base of his throbbing erection, a steady dribble of pre-cum making a mess over his hand.

“Has it gotten bigger?” Theodore had only seen Royce fully erect once previously, but he was certain it hadn’t been that big.

“Yes, after the kitchen. Anatomical Manifestation.”

“Oh!” Theodore was flabbergasted.

Anatomical Manifestation was a rumored phenomenon that sometimes happened with fated mates. The alpha’s body, sensing their omega’s needs, could change. Most often this meant their knot would change in size for the omega’s comfort or preference.

In this instance, Royce’s body had picked up on the fact Theodore liked to be stretched and stuffed past his limit. Royce was sporting an absolute behemoth of an erection, the knot at the base throbbed larger than the jumbo toys available commercially.

Theodore must have lost his mind, because instead of being intimidated by this new development, he wiggled himself backward, trying to impale himself onto Royce. He gripped Theodore to stop him and chuckled.

“I’ve been trying very hard not to be crude about it, it seems my worries were unfounded. You might be the neediest little omega in existence.”