Page 21 of Pooch Planet

Benji nodded as he scooted closer too. “Yeah. Only we rarely have fated ones anymore, so we have to get our heat artificially induced.”

Antoine stared at Benji, his gaze traveling over his face as he stroked Benji’s cheek. “You need your fated mate to trigger your heat, or else it won’t happen?”

Benji leaned into Antoine’s touch, letting his eyes drift closed as he inhaled Antoine’s intoxicating scent again. “That’s right.”

Antoine brushed his lips across Benji’s forehead. “And your heat didn’t start until you met me?”

Benji opened his eyes and drank in Antoine’s seductive gaze. “You’re my Alpha, Antoine.”

A low rumble sounded from Antoine’s chest. “And you’re my omega. All mine.”

Antoine’s eyes flashed red for a second, but instead of filling Benji with fear, it filled him with need.

Benji cupped Antoine’s cheek. “Yes. All yours.”

With a growl, Antoine yanked Benji onto his lap and devoured his mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Benji let Antoine take control, arching and writhing as Antoine’s hands roamed his body. He clutched Antoine’s shoulders and ground his steeled length against Antoine’s body, precum now forming at his slit even as he produced yet more slick.

Resisting his heat was officially off the table.

They groped each other in a frenzy, ground their cocks together through the frustrating barrier of clothing, all while feeding desperate moans into the unbroken kiss. Benji pawed at Antoine’s clothes, but couldn’t get the gargoyle to stop devouring him long enough to aid in their removal.

“Mmph. Tafe oof er cls.”

Speaking intelligibly was impossible—Antoine’s mouth and lips were a force unto themselves.

Something must have pierced through Antoine’s lust-addled brain, because he pulled away, taking in large gulps of air as he rolled Benji onto his back. Antoine straddled him, his breathing frantic as he looked down at Benji. He didn’t say a word as he wrestled off his jacket, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it aside.

Benji whimpered at the sight of Antoine’s broad chest, the large dusky nipples erect with arousal, the corded muscles of Antoine’s biceps flexing with every movement the gargoyle made. Benji wiggled beneath Antoine to remove his own shirt, then the moment Antoine jumped to his feet to get rid of his pants, Benji shucked his as well.

Hot damn.

All of Antoine’s attributes were just as he remembered them from the night before. Benji swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He’d never before thought he’d drool over a cock, but there was a first time for everything.

His butthole clenched.

Speaking of first times…

He found himself grateful that the copious amount of slick he’d produced would come in handy after all.

Benji let out a sharp gasp the moment the heated cavern of Antoine’s mouth surrounded his hard shaft. He bucked his hips, a keening cry falling from his lips as Antoine licked and sucked his cock, the amazing sensations better than he’d ever imagined they would be. As he dug his fingers into Antoine’s shoulders, clutching at him, his heels sliding on the soft rug from the overloaded of pleasure—Antoine quested between Benji’s ass cheeks, skating a finger across his hole.

Benji came with a shout, his dick pulsing hot streams of cum over his chest and belly. Antoine continued to tease Benji’s hole, but gentled his mouth, seemingly careful to keep his tongue away from the sensitive part of Benji’s cockhead. Benji was boneless, sated, so when Antoine prodded his rim, he didn’t tense.

But then Antoine breached his hole and he clenched around the intrusion, not sure he needed to mate right away. After all, he’d just been mulling over the fact that he wasn’t too desperate, that his heat hadn’t advanced to that degree yet, so he could probably—

“Fuck!”

Benji impaled himself on Antoine’s finger, lifting his leg and grabbing his mate’s wrist in an attempt to speed him up.

“More, Antoine! Don’t mess with me right now!”

“I’ve got you sweetheart,” he soothed with a chuckle. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Then quit wasting time,” Benji growled.

Antoine pressed his lips together, amusement dancing in his eyes. If Antoine thought this was all so hilarious, he could get the Hades out of Benji’s house. And if Benji wasn’t aching for something thick and hard up his ass, he would’ve told him just that.

But Antoine made good on his word and slid another finger next to the first one, then a third. Benji found that it had been easier for Antoine breach him then before, however, he also realized that the need to rut was becoming almost painful. What had made him ache only a few minutes before now threatened to burn him up from the inside out.

“Please, Antoine. You, I need you inside.”

Antoine pushed Benji’s legs back and before he could take another breath, Antoine was prodding Benji’s hole with the thick crown of his cock. To Benji’s surprise, his body allowed Antoine’s massive length to easily slide into his passage, to fill him with every glorious inch of his girth. Benji wrapped his legs around Antoine’s waist as much as he could and let his mate take him, claim him.

Antoine slammed into Benji over and over, whatever reluctance Benji had held onto melting away as Antoine soothed the burn gnawing at his insides. He met each punishing thrust from Antoine, taking as much from Antoine as he was giving. Benji’s dick was smashed between their moving bodies, cum and sweat rubbing his cock in the most delicious of ways.

With a shout, Antoine froze, pumping his seed into Benji’s ass and Benji tumbled over the edge with him. They clutched each other close in the aftermath of their fucking, Antoine covering Benji’s face and mouth with soft, sweet kisses, whispering how beautiful he was, how happy he was they’d found each other.

Benji clung to his mate as the base of Antoine’s cock swelled within him. He’d always feared the knot, had worried it would hurt. But he’d been wrong. Not only did it not hurt—the thrill of being joined with his mate, locked together as if one—went beyond the desire to get pregnant.

Antoine lifted his head and gazed down at Benji, his brow furrowed. “Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”

“No, not at all. You feel so good inside me.” Benji’s face flushed hot. “Can you…? I mean, even once the knot goes away, can you stay with me tonight?”

Antoine brushed the damp strands of Benji’s hair back from his face. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

A wave of shyness passed over him, which seemed particularly silly given their current state, but there were more ways to be vulnerable other than sex. Would their encounter burn hot for one night only? Benji couldn’t bring himself to ask if Antoine still meant what he’d said about Benji being his omega now that he’d gotten laid.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.