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Waking up with Reese in his arms felt like a dream. Warm and drowsy, content, he gazed down at the dark, tousled head, and smiled.
Their legs were tangled together. He was sticky in places, and his arm under Reese was numb, but he had no intention of moving.
He felt right for the first time in... forever. He hadn’t realized that he’d been missing something, but having that slender body in his arms, seeing the slight frown on that fair face, smelling that incredible scent his omega gave off...
God, he smelled so damn good that Tiberius had to swallow a groan not to wake him up. His morning wood was insistent, twitching against his stomach, hard and wet. He’d been dreaming, he remembered now, of fucking Reese in every possible position.
He stroked a strand of dark hair out of Reese’s face. Why did he feel like that? So... protective. Enchanted.
Besotted, indeed. Marcus was right.
And he had no idea why. Was Reese still in heat? His scent was different, with an undertone Tiberius couldn’t place. It was familiar, somehow, reminding him of something he thought he ought to know—and exciting, getting his pulse racing. Was it because they’d fucked? Was it another phase of Reese’s heat?
He wanted to talk to someone, ask questions, someone who knew about such things. His father was of course out of the question...
“Mm...” Reese stirred, blinking long, dark lashes and Tiberius found his gaze caught by the sight. That soft mouth. Those cheeks, flushed with the warmth of sleep. The arch of Reese’s neck, the smooth expanse of his chest. “Morning.”
He wanted him. Would he ever stop wanting him? How the hell long did heats last? Maybe Tiberius was in a rut, too. He’d heard of alphas getting into a rut over an omega, unable to quench their desire for weeks. Nobody knew exactly why that happened. Sometimes it was just biology, chemistry. Sometimes it was more.
More... Maybe like the strange way he was feeling...
Reese shifted, breaking through his thoughts. He moaned, and Tiberius felt the omega’s slender erection rubbing against his leg.
He grinned. Rut or not, heat or not, he couldn’t wait to spend more time with Reese, touch him and taste him everywhere. In fact...
Extracting the sleepy omega from his arms, Tiberius scooted on his knees and spread the omega’s legs. He was pretty there, too—that flushed, slim cock, those neat hairless balls, his slick opening between smooth thighs.
He was pretty all over.
So damn sexy.
“Ty?” Reese murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. “What...?”
Settling down, Tiberius took Reese’s cock into his mouth, rewarded with a breathless cry and a snap of his omega’s hips. He sucked him in all the way, swallowing his sweetness, and grabbed those strong but slim thighs to keep Reese from moving too much as he teased his cock with his tongue.
Reese was moaning louder now, leaning back on his hands, trembling. A glance up showed him that his omega’s eyes were closed, his mouth open as he panted, his chest heaving. It all made Tiberius’s blood run hotter, his cock leak on the sheets. He’d make him come, and then he’d fuck him, make him come again.
Somehow that had become Tiberius’s new mission in life: see how often he could get Reese to come, how loud to make him moan, how thoroughly to lose control.
Damn...
The need to be inside his omega was too much. He needed to feel him. Fill him up. Reese’s cock was rock hard inside his mouth now, and his scent of arousal was twisting Tiberius’s insides. He trailed one hand over his lover’s balls, then lower, to his hole, and pushed a finger inside.
“Oh... Ty...” Reese was shaking now for real, his cock pulsing in Tiberius’s mouth, sugar and salt exploding on his tongue. “More...”
God... Panting around the sweet cock in his mouth, his own cock so hard and heavy, Tiberius added another finger, spreading his lover, stroking him as deep inside as he could reach.
“Holy shit!” Reese tensed, rocked into Tiberius’s mouth, and started to come in a hot rush of saltiness. “Oh shit!”
Tiberius swallowed it all, milking Reese’s cock dry, then licking his lips. His omega was delicious. And now...
“Gonna fuck you now,” he said, his voice like gravel, his cock unbearably heavy.
Reese said nothing, only grunting when Tiberius pulled out his fingers and bent over him. His eyes were dark, his lids at half-mast. He looked decadent. Hot as hell.
As Tiberius guided his cock into him, Reese groaned softly, opening his legs more. So slick. Scorching. Tight. It was heaven. Too good, and Tiberius wasn’t going to last at all. Primed from watching his lover sleep, from going down on him, he gasped when he slipped inside all the way, his balls slapping against Reese’s ass.
Reese’s eyes fell closed once more. He was biting into his lower lip, and it was more than Tiberius could bear. Leaning in, he kissed him, prying that lush lower lip from the white teeth sinking into the soft flesh and nipped at it himself. Then he shoved his tongue into Reese’s mouth and moaned with pleasure.
God, yes. This was... so fucking perfect. The sweetness of Reese’s cum was still on his tongue, and his mouth was even sweeter. His hole gripped Tiberius’s cock in a vise, and strong, lean legs wrapped around him, taking him deeper.
Reese groaned in his mouth as Tiberius pulled out a few inches, then thrust back inside. His cock was hardening again between them, his nipples were stiff, rubbing against Tiberius’s chest. He hauled the smaller body against his own as he began to thrust faster, forced to break the kiss to haul shallow breaths, gritting his teeth against the impossible pressure threatening to bust his balls.
“Ugh... Reese... So close.” His balls were drawn up, swollen and heavy, his cock was twitching and burning. He was fucking into Reese like a maniac, every thrust shaking him with pleasure. |Fuck, oh fuck...”
Another thrust, and Reese gasped and cried out, clenching around Tiberius’s cock so hard that Tiberius saw stars. With a last-second thought, he pulled his cock out all the way and moaned as he came all over Reese, his cum hitting his own chin and painting both their chests with white.
Oh shit... What was this? He’d had sex with other guys, mainly betas, and he’d never felt such pleasure. It was as if every time he was with Reese, the sex got better and better.
That scent, god damn it. It made him salivate, made his canines ache.
Made him want to bite Reese’s neck and mark him as his own.
Fucking crazy...
***
“Wanna grab a bite?”
Reese gave him a faint smile. “Want me to bring you something?”
“No, I...” Damn, of course. He’d hired Reese back as his Boi, so he expected to be treated the same as before.
Only Tiberius couldn’t treat him the same. So much had changed.
Maybe everything.
It was just a fuck, he told himself. A good fuck, but still. Just that. Nothing more.
...Yeah, he couldn’t lie to himself that well.
“I was thinking of bringing something here, actually,” he said, feeling strangely shy.
Damn it.
“Here?”
“Yeah. I was thinking of a full breakfast. They make very good ones in the salon. Sausages dripping fat, beans in hot sauce, spare ribs, omelets, coffee and juice. What do you say?”
“I... shit, sorry.” Reese clapped a hand over his mouth and scrambled out of bed, eyes “wide. Be right back.”
What. the. Hell?
It took Tiberius a few stunned moments to get his brain into gear and go after Reese. He banged on the bathroom door. “Reese? You okay?”
“Yeah, fine! Just a sec.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing. I had to piss!”
When the door opened, though, Reese looked a little pale. And all Tiberius could do was reach for him, pull him into his arms. He felt warm, despite being pale, and having him in his arms was good.
What was this, that made Tiberius feel as if he wasn’t complete when Reese wasn’t touching him?
You need food, Tiberius decided, alpha instincts taking over. He had to feed his omega, especially after exhausting him with all that sex.
“Ty...”
“I’ll bring breakfast, maybe not all that mentioned earlier, if you don’t like it. Tell me what you want, and you’ll have it. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back soon.”
***
Tiberius returned to the room as fast as he could, concerned about Reese, but relaxed when he found him sitting on the bed, smiling.
“You look better.” He sat beside the omega, brushed soft hair out of those big blue eyes. “You got me worried there for a second.”
“I did?” Reese’s gorgeous eyes got bigger. “I mean, you were worried?”
“You looked sick. Did I wear you out?”
Something shuttered in Reese’s gaze. “No. That’s not it.”
“Then—”
A knock on the door interrupted Tiberius. He cursed and got up to let the betas bearing the breakfast trays inside. After passing his card in the card reader, he all but shoved them out and closed the door.
“Reese...” He went to sit back beside him. “Listen—”
“Let’s eat,” Reese said brightly, interrupting him. “I’m famished.” And grabbing a piece of toast from a plate, he stuffed his mouth.
Tiberius shook his head, unable to stop a smile. So damn cute, that omega. Besides, he didn’t really know what to say. He was still trying to figure it all out.
***
“God, this is good,” Reese mumbled with his mouth full, a look of ecstasy on his face that had Tiberius going hard again. “Do you always eat like this in the morning?”
“Sometimes. At home, our cook made the best pancakes and crispy bacon. Emanuel’s favorite. But we always had a lot of dishes. Father said breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
He wagged his brows, and Reese snickered. “If it’s such a feast, it sure is. Is Emanuel your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“He an alpha too?”
“No, he’s a beta. Damn annoying brat. Brilliant guy.” He waited for Reese to say something more, ask more questions, but the omega seemed entranced with the food. The color was returning to his face, coloring his cheeks.
He looked delicious. Tiberius longed to lick syrup from Reese’s lips.
“What about your family?” Tiberius eventually asked. “I mean, I know about your uncle—”
Reese choked.
Tiberius patted his back, frowning. “Want some water?”
Reese waved a hand. “No, I’m fine.”
“Okay. I know about your uncle winning that tournament ten years ago, but that’s it. What about your fathers, or—?”
“Does the TV work?”
“What?” Tiberius blinked, confused, then glanced at the giant screen on the wall. “Yeah, of course.”
“Hey, can we watch something?”
“Sure...” Tiberius glanced sideways at Reese from under lowered lashes. “What do you wanna watch?”
“I dunno. News? A food show?”
“Food show? For real?”
Reese shrugged. “What? We’re eating. It fits.”
“It sure does.” Tiberius laughed softly and found a food show for Reese to watch. Reese really seemed to like food shows. His face lit up when Tiberius put it on.
What do you know... a tiny piece in the puzzle that was Reese.
Because Tiberius was no fool. Reese didn’t want to talk about his family. Question was, why?