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"I guess you would know all about that," he mumbled, dazed.
I chuckled. "So, did you commandeer every blanket in the Abbey for the sex nest?"
"It’s not a sex nest."
"It is now," I said, kissing him before he could respond. He moaned into the kiss, melting into my embrace. Heat surged through me as I kissed my way down to his collarbone and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You know, when you're in heat, it would be easier if you were just naked all the time."
"I'll keep that in mind," he quipped, but I was only half joking.
His hands were trembling as he tried to peel my shirt off over my head, and while I had a bit more dexterity, I was just as overwhelmed with desire. I pulled my shirt off and started unfastening his pants, forcing myself to undress him gently even though I wanted to ravish him.
I wanted to taste him just as badly. I kissed my way down his bare torso, and his breath hitched right as I reached his pelvis. I kissed the smooth flesh along his hipbone down to the patch of curls below, finding myself with more restraint than usual if the sweet prospect of torturing him was on the line. I ran my tongue along the flesh near the base of his cock, coming just shy of touching it, and when that elicited a whimper, I got exactly what I was after.
Fuck, he made such appealing sounds. If there had been any doubt about my newly predatory nature, it would've been settled then.
Although, if I was being honest with myself, I had been fighting darker instincts when it came to him for a while now.
"Castor," he said in a breathy whisper, his fingers digging into my hair. His touch was electric, and as soon as the taste of him hit my tongue, my resolve began to wane.
I took him into my mouth, unable to hold back anymore, and sucked gently at his crown. I held his hips still since he was already bucking, and the knowledge that I could get him worked up so easily was an ego boost like nothing else.
I took him deeper into my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I dug my nails into his hips as his breath grew shallow with heavy pants of exertion, as if he could hardly stand the pleasure I was inflicting on him.
"Castor, I—"
The warning notes in his tone only fueled my desire, and I withdrew his cock from my mouth to lavish attention on his crown the way I knew he liked more than anything else. He whimpered again as his thighs began to quiver. I sealed my mouth around the tip of his cock and swallowed eagerly as he came. He tasted as sweet and delicious as he smelled, and the desire to bury myself in him to the hilt was stronger than ever.
I let him slip from my mouth as he began to soften and pushed his thighs apart to settle between them. He squirmed eagerly, his fingers laced behind my neck as he prepared himself for me. Just as I had positioned the head of my cock between his round cheeks, his eyes lit up as if he had just thought of something.
"Lube?" he asked, still breathless.
"That's not necessary," I said. When I saw the confusion on his face, I replaced my cock with my fingers, pushing into him just slightly. When I pulled my hand away, they were slick with his arousal.
His eyes widened. "What the—?"
"One of those omega traits I mentioned," I said, amused by his reaction of mingled confusion, curiosity, and horror. "You get wet when you're in heat.”
"Yeah, I can see that," he mumbled, his face flushed again. "It’s fucking weird."
"I have a knot," I reminded him.
“Yeah, but that's different.”
"They’re complementary features," I assured him, repositioning myself at his entrance. "Pretty convenient, if you ask me."
He scoffed, but it turned into a breathy moan as I pushed against him, his tight hole naturally resisting me. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure, though, making it clear it wasn't an actual objection. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth and braced himself in preparation. The subtle shift in his expression would've been enough to get me hard if I wasn’t already painfully so.
"Oh, fuck," Eddie breathed, squirming in anticipation. I breached him and pushed in until I was about halfway. He gave a startled cry, but I soothed him, stroking his side.
"Just relax," I said softly, burying my face in his neck.
The desire to sheath myself inside him completely was much too strong, outweighed only by my desire not to cause him any actual pain. His heat was already playing all kinds of games with my mind, and I found those animal impulses as strong as ever, but they existed alongside a seemingly contradictory amount of tenderness.
I loved him. I loved him, and I hated myself for the fact that I wasn't sure I was ever going to be able to say those words out loud. In lieu of that, I figured showing him was the next best thing.
"I forgot how huge you are," he muttered.
"I haven't been gone that long," I teased.
