Page 87 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

Rowan could almost picture himself grabbing two handfuls of their ass and squeezing, but he took the safer route of grabbing Milo’s dress-covered hips. The fabric was surprisingly sturdy, and as Rowan used his grip to pull Milo’s hips up just a smidge, no fuzz or lint came off on his hands.

It was perfect, just like the noises Milo made when Rowan’s dick caught on the rim of their hole.

“Yes. Gods yes,” Milo groaned, pushing back and bearing down so their hole opened around Rowan’s dick. He pressed forward, slowly at first, and pleasure shot up his spine when Milo’s hole closed around the head.

“Oh, baby,” Rowan groaned, pushing in one aching inch at a time. “You’re so tight.”

“Maybe I…should have…gone one size farther,” Milo gasped, letting out a breathy moan as Rowan sank in even deeper.

“I like it,” Rowan admitted, and his hawk started dancing, throwing himself into his bobbing and shimmying. “I like getting to feel you open around me. Feels so good.”

Milo folded their arms on the bed and buried their face in it, groaning deeply as Rowan passed the halfway point.

“If I thought you could be patient, I would say I could stretch you with just my cock. Slow…just like this,” Rowan growled, as a thousand still frames flashed through his mind of bending Milo over his couch, his kitchen table, his bed back home, and even one of those tall chairs in Milo’s apartment.

Milo let out a noise that sounded close to a sob. “I can…be patient.”

“We’ll see, baby. We have all weekend…and the rest of our lives after that.”

Milo turned their head, and there were tears glistening on their cheeks.

Rowan froze. “Milo—”

“It’s good,” Milo whispered. “I’m good. Please don’t stop. Just…feeling…a lot.”

It was a lot. The pheromones were swirling around the room, and their alpha and beta energies were so close to the surface they were nearly corporeal.

“As long as you’re good, baby, I won’t stop. You can feel whatever you need to feel right now.”

Milo nodded, and they pushed back as Rowan sank forward and their bodies met in the middle.

“Oh–fuck,” Milo cried, and Rowan let out a long moan that could probably be called a growl.

He adjusted his grip, holding onto a fistful of Milo’s dress and anchoring his thumbs on the back of their hip bones. Rowan’s hawk bobbed his head, fluttered his wings, and shook his tail so hard, he spun in a circle.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”

“Please!”

Rowan pulled out all the way to the tip and then thrust forward, bottoming out only to pull back again. Milo’s moans followed the cadence of his thrusts, deepening and growing louder as Rowan sank inside them, only to fade again as Rowan pulled out.

“Feel good, baby?” Rowan growled, adjusting the angle of his next thrust, searching for that spot inside—

“Yes!” Milo screamed, and Rowan pulled out and thrust back in sharply. “Y-yes, ahhh, Rowan, yes!”

Rowan memorized the angle and began slinging his hips, drinking in the filthy moans and curses spilling from Milo’s lips.

For the first time in his life, there were no distracting sensations, no overstimulation, or choking feelings of overwhelm. There was just the delicious sensation of pressure on his cock and the brush of his own boxers against his thighs.

Well, there was actually a whole lot more than just that. There was the perfect arch in Milo’s back and the way their eyes were practically glowing green in the light of the setting sun, even with tears still glittering on their cheeks. There was that soft patch of gray hair at the base of Milo’s head he still needed to ask them about. Then, of course, there was the fact that they were fated mates having sex in his cabin, the place where he could truly be himself.

“Oh gods, baby. You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

“Y-you, too,” Milo panted, their ass squeezing Rowan so tightly, his balls pulled up against his body. He might actually end up having to finish Milo with their toy, not because he got overwhelmed, but because he came too fast.

“I’m close,” Rowan grit out, adjusting his grip to put a little more force behind each thrust.

“Me–me, too,” Milo whimpered, grinding their hips against the bed. “Just need…a little…more.”