He sighs happily, like the very thought gives him life.
“Fuck,” I growl as I brush my lips over his. “I wish you could come with me.”
Myrick hums, deepening the kiss. “Someone has to walk the dog.” His tongue brushes over mine. My cock is instantly hard, pushing against the front of my dress slacks.
“She’ll live,” I whisper into his mouth. Dolly sits up, tilting her head one way then the other, watching us kiss.
“Rhett,” Myrick whimpers when I palm his dick through his black silk pajamas. I squeeze his balls and he gasps, “Alpha! We can’t.” He pants as I move down to his neck, nipping at my mating bite. “Brock will be here soon.”
“Fuck Brock,” I say, slipping my hand around the back of Myrick’s neck. The freshly trimmed edges of his hair prickle my palm. Then I move it up, into the longer strands. I fist his hair, forcing his head back. A submissive whimper pushes from his throat, and I smile. “Such a good boy.” Ipush my hips into his, letting him feel every inch of my cock.
“Hmmm.” Myrick’s eyes float closed as his arms circle around my neck. “You feel so good.” He lifts up onto his toes, bringing his mouth to mine. “We’ll have to be quick.” He gives in, and a pleased rumble pushes from my chest. “Hurry.” He tugs the oversized shirt over his head.
“Turn over.” My voice is low, firm. No room for argument. I grab the beta by the upper arm and guide him face-first onto the bed. He goes easily—almost too easily—melting into the sheets with a soft, obedient exhale.
Dolly hops up in front of us, unconcerned, and trots to her usual spot at the foot of the bed like this is part of the morning routine.
“Just like that.” I run a hand down Myrick’s spine to the curve of his ass, palming his flesh as I adjust his hips, making sure his feet can still touch the floor. He shifts under my touch, compliant, hips tilting the way I like.
Then I reach for the hem of his pajama pants and tug them down in one slow motion, baring him to me.
“So perfect,” I say as I squeeze his flesh hard, fingers sinking in to leave their mark. Mine.
Then I drop to my knees behind him. Holding a cheek in each hand, I spread him open, and lick right over his tight little hole. It flutters as I eat him out, lubing him up. This would be better with proper lube, but we don’t have time.
Not bothering to remove my pants, I unzip and pull my cock out. Spitting on my palm, I pump it a few times before lining myself up. Then I push into my beta’s tight heat.
Myrick sucks me in, inch by glorious inch. He gasps and moans, curling his long fingers into the white comforter as I settle deep inside him. He’s especially tight without the help of lube, but the beta loves going without it. He says hecan feel more of me. I’m always a little scared I’m going to rip him in two.
“How does that feel?” I thrust slowly, savoring the feel of him around my shaft.
“Harder.” Myrick reaches around, clawing at my hip the best he can. He grips the fabric of my pants, then pulls hard, forcing me to fuck him deeper. Faster.
“You’re so tight.” I grip his trim waist, pounding into him with everything I have. He feels like heaven.
We’ve both wanted an omega for years, but honestly? I can’t believe anyone could ever feel half as good as Myrick. His lean, toned body fits against mine like it was made for me, and he tastes like fucking perfection.
Grabbing a handful of Myrick’s hair, I pull, forcing his upper body off of the bed, making his back arch. I roll my hips as I suck my mating bite. His fresh spring scent floods my senses, leaving the slightest twinge of sweetness on the tip of my tongue.
“No cleaning up, beta.” I snarl in his ear as I stretch into his asshole. “I want you dripping cum all fucking day.”
“Yes, sir,” he whimpers, then moans. It’s a throaty sound, telling me he’s close.
“Let’s see how messy we can make you.” I release his hair, slowly moving my hand down his body. Over his smooth chest, caressing his slight stomach. His abs clench when I reach his groin, but I stop myself. “Touch your cock,” I command as I keep my hand over his middle. “Jerk yourself off.”
He shifts, pushes his hand between himself and the bed. I lift his upper body slightly, and his long fingers brush against the back of my hand. He moans when he grips his shaft, and I growl in approval. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Rhett,” he mewls. “Please.”
The doorbell chimes, echoing through the house. I hear the front door pop open, and Dolly lets out a sharp, gruff bark before leaping off the bed. It has to be Brock. He’s the only asshole who’d barge in uninvited.
“Your brother!” Myrick gasps, eyes wide with shock, but I keep thrusting, steady and relentless. “Rhett,” he struggles to catch his breath, voice shaky. “Your brother is here.”
“Not until you come.” I slam my hips into him, making him yip. “I want your ass bursting with cum all fucking day.”
“Puh-please.” Myrick’s voice trembles as he looks up over his shoulder, those big blue eyes begging me to stop—but not yet. Not until I’m finished. “Rhett,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed as he melts into the pleasure, losing himself completely. His hand starts moving again, jerking himself in time to my thrusts. “Oh, god. Alpha,” he moans loudly.
“That’s a good boy.” I pick up my pace.
