Chapter 61: Chapter 61

The first thing Amir wants to do, after ‘consummating’ the marriage proposal with his alpha properly, as well as mating with him, finally, without his brother’s contradictions, is to tell his friends.

It’s amazing how fast he’s come to think of Millan as one of his best friends. He’s never felt such a strong connection to another omega before, usually preferring the company of betas and alphas.

But then again, Millan doesn’t act like an omega all that much. Unless it has something to do with Weston that is.

So, after taking a thorough shower and trying to tame his messy hair to no avail, he trots down the corridor to Weston and Millan's bedroom.

He knocks and doesn’t wait for an answer before putting a hand to the doorknob.

An animalistic growl and a telling whimper have him stop turning the doorknob and backing away, startled.

It seems Amir isn’t the only one having a good morning.

Amir grins. He’d made a bet with Max- who thought Weston wouldn’t break the bed rest rules set by Nara. Seems like Amir wins the bet.

He laughs and backs away, thinking he’ll seek them out after breakfast. But then after breakfast comes around and, from the sound of it, there doesn’t seem to be any relenting.

Amir’s eyebrows shoot up, impressed.

Good for them, he thinks.

They have a Council Meeting and Weston is a no-show.

Grant is fuming and Malakai doesn’t look too pleased either. They do have important business to discuss, still working through the aftermath of the confrontation with Axel Brook.

Amir decides to check on the Head Alpha.

Amir frowns.

Behind the bedroom door, groans, whines and sighs keep him from barging in. That’s either some amazing stamina or… But that’s not possible.

Weston’s rut isn’t scheduled for another month. As a member of the Council, it’s something they always keep track of since it renders their Pack Alpha vulnerable for the two to three days a rut usually lasts.

Amir also knows Millan's heat isn’t for another two months at least. He’d confided in Amir a while ago. So, it’s not possible unless…

Unless something triggered Weston’s rut or Millan's heat early.

As he gets a tray of food, Gatorade and water from the kitchen, bringing it upstairs and putting it on the floor in front of the couple’s bedroom, Amir ponders.

He goes through every trigger possible. It isn’t long before Amir deduces the cause for it.

Pregnancy.

He’d already seen some telling signs of Millan starting to nest. And it absolutely seems like something that would trigger Weston into an early rut. He’d confided in Amir and his two brothers time and time again about his intense desire to have pups of his own someday.

Amir explains the reason for Weston’s absence to the Council, leaving his hypothesis out in case his deduction is wrong.

Although, let’s face it, it rarely is.

*****

The unrelenting fire in Weston’s touch is torturous in the best way possible.

All that exists is Weston, the smell of leaves and earth after the rain, blazing gold eyes and those sinful lips covering every inch of his bare arching back.

Millan's legs are trembling as he tries to keep himself from buckling under his alpha’s quick ruthless movements, able to hand grab the headrest for support with one abled hand.

The bed is creaking underneath them, punctuating the alpha’s trusts. Millan can’t take the restriction anymore and, without thinking, takes off the sling, relishing in the newfound freedom, he grabs the headrest with both hands now, meeting Weston’s thrusts each time, eliciting an animalistic growl from Weston.

The erotic sound is enough to send the omega over the edge, but his arousal doesn’t go away.

“Wes… please,” Millan hears himself plead, for what, he isn’t sure. His whimpers would embarrass him if he wasn’t so lost in the feeling of Weston pounding into him increasingly harder.

Weston is repeating Millan's name like a mantra and keens when he drives into Millan in a different angle making the omega scream and clench around him.

Wanting to see the flushed, wrecked face of his omega, Weston flips Millan over easily, the omega pliant under his hands. He doesn’t waste a second before driving into him again, bringing one of Millan's leg over his shoulder and bringing out the best sounds out of his Fated Mate.

When he sinks his teeth into Millan's mating mark again, Millan comes again, vision going white in bliss.

The desire in their bond is overwhelming and Millan doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he tastes Weston’s blood in his mouth, teeth sinking into his soulmate’s neck.

Weston groans out as he finds his own release. Millan licks at Weston’s neck soothingly, where a bite impression pulses in sync with his alpha’s knot growing inside him, stretching him delightfully.

The fire in Millan's body subsides enough for his mind to clear and exhaustion takes over them both.

“I think we broke the bed.” Weston states after a moment of silence, chuckling and Millan's eyes widen, only now noticing the awkward tilt to the left, as if a leg is missing.

Oops.

Millan laughs, joining Weston.

“Also, I’m pretty sure I bit you.” Millan says apologetically, grazing a finger over the visible mark.

Weston shudders at the touch, “It’s all right. It will heal in an hour or so.”

Millan frowns. He doesn’t want it to heal. His omega wants to mark Weston, mark him as his, wants everybody to know whom he belongs to. Weston senses the possessiveness in their bond and smiles.

“You can mark me as many times as you want.” Weston whispers, kissing Millan's nose affectionately.

They fall asleep tangled and content.

When Weston wakes up, his knot has deflated, but he is grateful to see he isn’t hard again yet. Both of their bodies are likely to give them a moment of peace to recover.

However, Weston knows it won’t last long. Careful not to disturb his sleeping omega, Weston gets up and puts some boxers to get sustenance for the both of them.

He is grateful to see someone has already left food and water at their door, enough for three days.

He wakes Millan up with a kiss to his mating mark. As soon as those amazing violet eyes gaze at him, Weston feels his arousal coming back to him in full force, echoed in their bond.

Damn.

He thought they’d have more time. At the scent of Millan's slick, he groans. He’s rarely had a rut that intense.

Millan reaches for him, “Weston,” he drawls, hands reaching down, but Weston grabs Millan's wrists and shakes his head, wanting his omega to eat and drink before they give into their instincts again.

“We need to eat, Mill. Come on.”

Millan whines and bites his lip invitingly, but Weston manages to stay firm on his resolve, ignoring his own protesting wolf.

They devour a plate of fruits and energy bars, gulp down two bottles of water, eyes roaming over the other’s naked form, desire growing with every bite, every gulp.

It isn’t long before they both give in to their needs.

They spend two more days in that same insatiable lust, reveling in the other, Weston forcing them to eat and drink and changing the sheets every chance he gets.

They break another leg of the bed and decide to move the mattress on the floor, Millan fussing over the nest.

The Head Alpha even manages to coax Millan into the shower twice with the promise of a run in the woods surrounding the territory, unsupervised. But of course, Weston, or Jace, or even Andy will be following him unknowingly.

What his omega doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It was for his safety anyway. And Weston would do anything and everything to keep Millan safe.

They’re both completely spent when the fog lifts and their bodies come down from their highs.

It’s only when Weston leaves Millan's side to go to the bathroom that he sees it.

Millan's bite mark.

It’s still very much there, as if Millan had just bitten him. It hasn’t healed.

Weston gapes at his reflection in the mirror, fingers brushing over the imprint, bringing memories of their shared arousal to the front of his mind.

He presses harder on it and a loud gasp resonates from the adjacent room. When Weston opens the bathroom door, Millan is sitting upright in bed, eyes wide.

That’s a mating mark, there’s no doubt about it, Weston thinks and by the shocked gaze Millan is directing to his neck, Millan thinks so too.