Breaking the kiss, I move down Charlie’s body, then pull his cock deep into my mouth. As I suck, he cries, trying to get me off of him. His hands shove hard at my shoulders, then at the top of my head, but I refuse to let go.
He tastes sweet—so damn sweet. Like warmth and honey and something softer, something that’s allhim.
He’s softness and need and lust, barely held together.
I swallow down his cock, hollowing my cheeks, then bobbing up and down. Charlie’s hands shift, tangling in my hair. Instead of trying to push me away, he pulls me closer. Forcing his cock deeper into my throat.
That’s a good boy.
Moving slowly, I slip my fingers under his balls, feeling his velvety, wet skin. Then I go lower. He doesn’t seem to notice my gentle touch to his hole as I suck and hum, then I push in.
Charlie yells out as I plunge into his tight ass, sucking him especially hard. His thighs shake violently as his sweet cum bursts across my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Omega.
Mine.
Bite.
“Oh, my…What?... Please,” Charlie pants loudly, his whole body continuing to shake. But I can’t answer him.
The last of my control is gone. All that’s left is the deep urge to claim. Fuck. Mate.
“Omega,” I snarl as I sit up, settling between his pretty thighs.
“Oli?” Charlie whimpers, squinting up at me like he’s struggling to see.
“Don’tworry.” I press the tip of my cock to his fluttering hole. “I’m going to make it all better.”
“No!” He gasps, eyes wide. “Don’t! I’ve never?—”
But it’s too late. I thrust, shoving past his tight ring of muscles and lodging myself deep inside his hot little body.
What was That?
Autry
A sound pullsme from sleep.
Sharp, distant. Almost like a yell.
I blink into the darkness, heart thudding, trying to figure out if I imagined it. The house is quiet around me, heavy and still. But that sound—it didn’t feel like a dream. It feltreal.
I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. Then it hits me all at once.
Charlie.
He’s sick. He was burning up and curled in on himself last I saw him. I swallow hard, suddenly wide awake. What if he’s worse? What if he needs help?
I glance to my right—Rhett is asleep on his back, one arm thrown over his head, mouth slightly open. Myrick is on my other side, facedown, one leg tangled in the sheets, and his hair is damp. He stayed in the bathroom long after Rhett and I had gone to bed. I stayed awake for a while,waiting to talk to him about Oli, but exhaustion eventually overtook me and I fell asleep.
A muffled cry drifts from somewhere down the hall, and my back straightens.
I hesitate, thinking about waking Rhett or Myrick, but I already know how that would go.
They’d tell me not to worry. That Charlie’s fine and they’ll handle it. Then they’d close ranks and refuse to let me see him.
Fuck that.
