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“Are you going to use that thing properly, or do I need my toy back?”

That wiped the smile from Royce’s face. A low growl echoing in his chest. His eyes went solid gold, and he held Theodore’s hips in a crushing grip. Good, Theodore thought. Maybe that got Royce riled up enough to properly pound him into the mattress.

Theodore was too ecstatic to be appalled at his train of thought. Another reason he despised his heats. Instead of being practical and rationally cautious of releasing his inhibitions, he was delightedly anticipating an alpha pounding him within an inch of his life.

Theodore had to bite his lip to keep himself from yelping in delight when the alpha lifted his hips into the air, making his head fall to the pillows in a huff. The tip of Royce’s erection rested against Theodore’s wanton, slick-filled hole and pushed.

Simultaneously pulling Theodore into him and thrusting his hips forward, Royce moved until he was seated to the top of his knot inside Theodore. A brief pause to catch his breath before Royce pulled out. Holding Theodore steady, he set a brutal pace.

Theodore let himself go limp in the alpha’s hands. The top of his knot pushing, teasing, against his already stretched hole. He loved it. The burn and heavy intrusion as his insides were rearranged and his body pushed to its limits.

Theodore’s eyes rolled as he panted and drooled into the pillows. His body jostled and sweated with every thrust; he was certain he’d already jizzed into the bed twice.

He didn’t know how long Royce fucked him without his knot. It could have been hours for all Theodore cared. Normally he would have complained, getting filled past comfort was the fun part of the knot, but Royce’s erection had grown so that it alone satisfied Theodore’s need to be stuffed.

Royce’s grip on his hips flexed as his body stiffened and he shouted, his first release spilling inside. Theodore cried out with him; the thick, hot alpha cum hitting his system made his senses go haywire. True to alpha fashion, when his mate was in heat he could go without end, and Royce’s thrusts picked up seamlessly as cum and slick squelched out of Theodore’s ass.

If he was in his right mind, the copious amounts of sticky sex would have made Theodore wrinkle his nose and recoil. Right now he loved it. When Royce unloaded into him a second time, Theodore’s own release followed.

“I’m gonna use the knot.”

“Please!” was all Theodore managed to choke out.

Thrusting forward, Theodore was filled with more of Royce as his knot pushed against his opening. Royce pulled back, then forward, again and again until the knot was getting halfway inside, then he pulled out.

Theodore yelled and squirmed, trying to force himself fully onto Royce. But Royce held him steady, teasing and taunting his needy hole until Theodore was pushed to the edge. Only when he was crying with want did Royce deliver. With a tight grip and single, forceful thrust and a hard pop, it was in.

The back of Theodore’s legs were flush with Royce’s powerful thighs. Clawing the bedding, Theodore bucked himself back further, rocking his body against the enormous intrusion. Theodore was more stuffed than he’d ever imagined possible, and it thrilled him to his core.

“You want more?” Royce asked, dubious.

Theodore was well aware that once you got to this point, most omegas wanted to just lay there, interconnected with their partners by the knot. Not Theodore. He needed to feel every millimeter of the knot as he writhed and rocked atop it.

Royce’s hands moved from his hips to wrap around Theodore’s abdomen. He lifted Theodore up so his back was flush against his chest. The change in angle was exactly what Theodore needed. Bracing his feet against the bed, he had full control over how he moved Royce’s knot inside of him.

Though the movements were small, the sensations were extraordinary. Every throbbing inch of Royce’s behemoth, pulsating and releasing inside of him, was enhanced. Their testicles brushed against one another as their bodies jolted with their releases. Royce’s hand slipping around Theodore’s sweat-drenched body down to his erection, lazily working it.

Just like last time they’d come together to ease Theodore’s heat, he’d cum multiple times in a row, as had Royce. At long last they fell together and lay cuddled on the bed as Royce’s knot stayed put.

Chapter twenty-five

Royce

A giant piece of fabric was stuck to the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t a nice cotton fabric, polyester, so it was gross and scratchy against his sensitive flesh. He plucked it out. Something fuzzy and scrapy was rubbing in the spot between his cheek and teeth. He fished out a wad of pillow filling.

“You can’t stop me from biting him forever. He’s OURS.”

“You can’t do that to him; he doesn’t fucking WANT it!” Royce berated the furry bastard—again—for trying to bite Theodore against his wishes—again.

“If we bite him, the traffickers will know he’s ours. Everyone will know he’s ours.”

Royce ignored him until his wolf growled irritably and gave up. Part of Royce knew the furry bastard had a point. Omegas who were mate marked were not ideal for trafficking. But these people weren’t looking to traffic him, they were looking to silence him. A mate mark wouldn’t stop them from killing Theodore.

His arms flexed around the omega in front of him. Theodore hummed, snuggling his back into Royce’s chest.

“I’m sorry, Royce.”

“For what?”