Page 106 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

“Right there! Please, Rowan, I need—”

Rowan grabbed the self-lubricating cock sleeve, which was by far Milo’s best contribution to their sex life. It supplied lube to the inside of the sleeve from a reservoir on the side, which Milo made sure to refill after every use.

Milo pulled themself out of the top of their boxers, and Rowan paused his thrusting to tease the toy around their tip. He collected all the precum they’d been leaking and used it as even more lube to slide the toy down their length.

The tight, wet pressure was almost too much. Their eyes shut once again, getting a vision of Rowan’s hawk dancing around in circles, raising his wings and shimmying his butt.

“So cute!” Milo said, giggles erupting from their chest, the way tears had only minutes before.

“Uhm…thank you?” Rowan gruffed.

Milo giggled even harder.

“Oh, baby,” Rowan groaned, pressing all the way into Milo until they could practically feel him in their chest. “Like my own little vibrator.”

For some reason, that just made Milo laugh harder, until they could feel the way their body was shaking around Rowan’s length. Rowan ground his hips and worked the toy faster, until Milo’s laugh turned to groans and they arched off the bed, desperately needing just that tiny bit more.

Because fate hadn’t let them down yet, that was the moment Rowan’s hawk landed on Milo’s pony’s back. His claws sank in, marking and merging with their pony as one of Rowan’s hands slid around Milo’s back, lifting them up off the bed.

“Rowan–”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

Milo scrambled to gain purchase, pressing their knees solidly down into the mattress as Rowan somehow managed to scoot onto the bed while still holding Milo in place with his strong hands. Milo sank all the way down on his cock, and Rowan tore their dress off over their head. They ignored the sound of seams ripping, because for the first time ever, they were riding their fated mate.

“Oh, Milo,” Rowan growled as Milo began bouncing up and down on his cock, taking care to keep their feet splayed out away from his thighs, landing on him with the part of their legs and butt encased in fabric. “This is—”

“Perfect,” Milo breathed.

Leave it to Rowan to figure out a new, kickass position for them that didn’t require three hours of stressful swing construction. They pointedly didn’t look at the sex swing in the corner. Instead, they stared into Rowan’s eyes, for the first time at eye level during sex.

His irises were a whirlwind of yellow and brown, brimming with lust and love and promises of forever that Milo was more than ready to make themself.

“I’m going to mark you,” Rowan growled, talons extending from his fingertips.

“Yes,” Milo said, already feeling their pony’s teeth lengthening in their mouth. They wouldn’t be able to talk coherently while they were partially shifted, so they had to make these final words count. “I -ove -ou.”

Well, they’d tried.

Rowan’s smile was small at first, but it transformed into a wide, toothy grin as his claws sank into the meat of Milo’s lower back. They weren’t able to watch how his expression changed when they leaned forward and bit into his neck, but in their mind's eye, they got to watch as his hawk transformed into a ball of blinding red and yellow light, merging and tangling with their pony’s glaring white.

Milo came inside the toy, swallowing their moan and holding back their sobs, not wanting to slobber or cry on Rowan’s shoulder. Their teeth were dull and couldn’t actually break skin, but Rowan’s neck was heating under their mouth, so they figured it was working.

They had no idea how long they were supposed to hold the mate bite, but Rowan’s roar of pleasure and his knot pressing against their hole solved that mystery for them.

They jerked back, at the same time Rowan pulled them forward, and their mouths collided, a jarring clash of teeth and tongue as Milo’s pony teeth retracted and Rowan’s knot pressed inside them.

“Oh—gods, shit, we—”

“We’re mated,” Rowan growled.

Milo had only ever been to one concert in their life. It had been Anabelle’s idea, so she had bought them balcony seats to try and avoid the crush of bodies on the floor level. Somehow, they’d ended up seated right next to one of the largest speakers in the venue. The opening bass of the first song had shaken through Milo, and it had felt like their heart could barely fight against the competing beat.

That was a little how Milo felt right now. Rowan’s heartbeat resounded around the room, shaking through Milo all the way into their heart until, with a stutter, their heartbeat reset to match Rowan’s.

There really wasn’t anything else Milo could do but sob. They pressed a hand against their face, trying to catch their tears as Rowan’s knot locked into place, binding them together for the next several minutes as their mate bond tied them together for eternity.

“Let it out, baby,” Rowan soothed, dropping his hands to cup Milo’s clothed hips. “I feel it, too.”