Chapter 51: Chapter 51

As Millan grows more and more turned on, he almost loses his train of thought.

“What do you have to-“ Millan moans when Weston starts torturing the other nipple, pinching the other with his fingers. “-to think about?”

“Where-” Weston places a kiss to Millan's now very sensitive nipple, “-I’m going to-“ Weston kisses his way down underneath Millan's belly button, dangerously close to his pelvis, “-mark you, of course.”

Weston gets to work, sucking and licking where his lips stopped and by the time a bruise forms, Millan is a panting and a whining mess.

“Please, Wes, come on, you can mark me anywhere.” Millan says as his hands leave their spot from over his head.

There’s a fire in Weston’s golden eyes as he grips Millan’s hands and places them back in their spot over his omega’s head.

“Really, Mill? Anywhere?”

The domineering gaze he gives Millan mixed with the danger in the alpha’s voice doesn’t help the outrageously ignored aching between Millan's legs.

“Anywhere you want, yes.” Millan says breathlessly.

And it’s almost scary to admit how much he means it.

Millan trusts Weston to mark him wherever he wants. Millan trusts his alpha with his own body, with his own well-being more than he trusts himself. He blushes when he feels slick drip down his legs, still unused to giving in to his omega wolf.

Weston’s eyes go darker, a low growl in his belly as he grips the back of Millan’s knees and spreads his legs wider, slowly leaving wet kisses from his calves, towards his knees and further.

“Maybe I’ll mark you right here.” Weston says, mostly to himself, teeth teasing Millan's inner thighs, right next to his painful erection.

“Yes, anywhere, everywhere, I don’t care, Weston.”

It’s taking everything in Millan not to try and take some control back. He swallows thickly, focusing on staying still. A difficult feat when Weston is now blowing on his hard-on, lips inches away, but not touching yet.

“Weston,” Millan moans, not caring how needy he sounds.

Weston chuckles, but finally, finally, he presses his lips to the crown of Millan's member.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Then, he licks from the base up and Millan doesn’t realize he’s pleading again under his breath until Weston spoke again.

“Shh, Mill, I got you,” One of Weston’s hand is rubbing circles on his belly comfortingly.

Millan grips the sheets next to him, not concerned about moving his arms when Weston takes him into his mouth like that, twirling his tongue skillfully around the slit, the way Weston had learned Millan loves.

Then Weston slips two fingers inside him and Millan cries out, muscles tensing when Weston starts spreading him open.

“Weston, gosh, fuck me already, or I’m not going to last.” Millan's request comes out barely intelligible, words tripping over each other, but Weston seems to understand the idea as he goes for the bedside drawer for a condom and lube.

Millan takes advantage of the distraction to flip them over, unable to contain his impatience anymore.

Weston lets Millan straddle his hips, erection brushing against each other. Millan makes a show of chucking the lube on the floor and Weston frowns, but Millan is quick to reassure him.

“I’m wet enough, Wes. I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Millan rolls his eyes. Even when they’re so turned on and they can’t think clearly, Weston is concerned with Millan's health.

Millan bends down to tease one of Weston’s earlobe and whispers, “You won’t hurt me, Wes. I trust you.”

“Okay, all right.”

Millan smiles and kisses his way down to Weston’s pelvis, tearing the condom open in the process.

“Besides,” Millan plants a kiss to Weston’s hard on, “I have,” another kiss, “indefinite,” Millan licks the crown, “permission,” he kisses the underside, “to ride you,” Another lick to the slit, “right?”

Weston only groans in response, bucking his hips up.

Millan uses his mouth to slide the condom down Weston’s stiff member and at Weston’s sharp inhale, he continues sucking on it until Weston’s hands force him off.

“I’m going to come early if you don’t stop, love.” Weston says, voice hoarse.

They share a deep kiss as Millan positions himself above Weston’s pelvis. The kiss is interrupted, both panting in each other’s mouths as Millan slides down on Weston’s shaft slowly, filling him up in the best way possible.

Once Millan is seated completely, he takes a moment to marvel at the way they fit, as if they were two puzzle pieces made for each other. Weston is exactly the right length to rub at his pleasure spot every time he’s buried completely and just the right width to make him feel perfectly stretched.

Weston growls when his omega starts moving, but lets him set the pace. Millan with his hands on Weston’s chest, lets himself get lost in the spark of pleasure every time he sits back down.

It’s not long before Millan’s thighs start to shake with the effort and Weston grips his waist tightly and drives up into him, fucking him faster and driving gasping sounds out of Millan at every thrust.

The rhythm picks up and Millan goes pliant in Weston’s hold as he lean down and bury his face in his alpha’s neck.

When Weston starts to let out primitive groans, lost in his own pleasure, Millan has to grip the base of his dick to make sure he doesn’t come right then and there.

Sensing Millan's growing lust, Weston easily flips them over.

The change in angle brings Weston’s member to pound straight on Millan's prostate at every thrust- thrusts which are becoming more and more erratic.

Then everything happens at once.

Millan sees black spots just as Weston stops deep inside him, biting down on his neck. All the while, Millan feels a sudden pressure stretching him further- Weston’s knot bringing him over the edge.

It seems as if he came for minutes on end, spasms taking over his lower body, driving Weston’s knot deeper and rekindling his orgasm all over again.

He’s still coming when his vision becomes blurry, head swimming in a fuzzy, comfortable state.

*****

Weston bites down on Millan's neck as he lets his knot grow inside his soul mate for the first time.

Something in their bond clicks instantly and he’s rushed with every single one of Millan's emotions as clearly as if they were his own. His pleasure mixes in with his omega’s overwhelmed state.

He licks the red bite mark to close it up and utters reassuring words to his dropping mate.

Dropping after a soul bond is perfectly normal for an omega, but Weston can’t help the tinge of worry since he knows Millan hasn’t always been comfortable with it.

Now though, as he’s searching their bond, he only finds striking happiness. His knot will take some time to deflate so he carefully positions Millan's back flush against his chest, arms encompassing him, and nose buried at the back of Millan's neck.

Weston inhales his soulmate’s scent- a scent Weston has come to love above all else.

Usually, an omega’s scent is sweet, but Millan's scent is more complex. He smells of tea and freshly peeled oranges with a tinge of vanilla.

Lightheaded, Weston detects his own smell on him and his alpha buzzes in satisfaction.

One arm propping himself up so that he can look at Millan's peaceful expression, he traces the lines of Millan's face tenderly with his other hand and monitors his mate’s state of mind as he does so, making sure he is comfortable.

His knot starts to go down when he feels it- a low vibration in Millan's belly, reverberating through Weston’s body.

Weston beams, realizing Millan is purring again and knowing he is the cause for it.

Weston thinks he’s never really known the meaning of happiness before this exact moment. He might have thought he knew.

But now, with his soul mate completely content and purring against him, Weston thinks there is nothing better than this.