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“What are you doing?”
“I think I want to kiss you,” Theodore said.
Chapter twenty
Royce
“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.
