Chapter Thirty-Eight

 

Quinn let his hands roam across Tristan’s back, the omega arching into his touch. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. His omega, in his arms, in his bed, in heat and craving his touch.

He urged Tristan onto his knees, the omega’s face pressed into the mattress, his body shaking with need. He trailed his hand down Tristan’s spine before dipping his fingers between the omega’s cheeks. Tristan was wet and ready, giving a low moan as Quinn pressed a finger inside of him. A second finger and the omega was pushing back against him eagerly.

“Quinn, please. I want you inside me,” Tris demanded.

“Steady,” Quinn said. “I’m not rushing this.”

He wanted every moment to be perfect for Tristan.

Quinn wrapped his hands around the omega’s legs, urging his hips wider. Then he pressed inside him. He took it slow, sinking into the tight heat of Tristan’s body. Beneath him, Tristan panted, his hands digging into the sheets.

“How’s it feel?” Quinn asked him.

“So good. You need to move now.”

Quinn laughed. “Bossy, aren’t you?”

But he did as the omega wanted, pulling out and thrusting in, drawing a stuttered gasp from his mate. But something wasn’t quite right.

When he pulled out, Tristan whined. “Quinn.”

The alpha turned the omega onto his back. “I want to see you, all of you.”

Tristan stared up at him, adoration in his eyes. “You’re mine.”

“Claimed and owned,” Quinn vowed.

The omega wrapped his legs around Quinn’s hips as the alpha pressed back inside him.

“Is this better?” Tristan asked.

“This is amazing.”

It was, all tightness and heat and an almost overwhelming pleasure.

He started to thrust again, loving how the omega’s eyes slid shut, his mouth falling open as he murmured, “My alpha.”

Tristan’s arms wrapped around his upper body as they rocked together, holding tightly to one another. They found a rhythm, Quinn thrusting his hips faster, groaning as the omega clenched tightly around him with each thrust.

“Tris, I’m close,” he warned.

The omega pressed his lips close to Quinn’s ear, murmuring, “I want you to knot me.”

It wasn’t just the words but the heat in Tristan’s voice that sent him over the edge. The omega shuddered and came a moment after him as Quinn ducked his head down to press a kiss to the omega’s collarbone, chasing his orgasm as Tristan cried out with pleasure.

Feeling his knot start to grow, he didn’t pull out, holding Tristan close as the omega made soft sounds of contentment. It felt incredible, the pressure, the heat, the pleasure rolling over him.

“Tris?” he asked, lifting his head. The omega’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“You’re so big,” the omega mumbled. “Filling all the space inside of me.”

They kissed, their tongues pressing together, Tristan whimpering needily into his mouth when Quinn shifted his hips slightly.

“Can we move?” the omega murmured, pulling back a little, a hand cupping Quinn’s cheek.

“We can do anything you want,” Quinn promised. “Carefully.”

Wrapping his arms tightly around the omega, he rolled them both so he was on his back, Tristan lying above him. “Let’s see your moves.”

He knew the position gave Tristan all the control. There was nothing he liked more than seeing his omega take charge.

Tristan glanced down the length of their bodies. “I don’t know if I can. It’s so much.”

“I know you can,” Quinn said. “It’ll feel so good.”

Tristan’s hands splayed out across Quinn’s chest as the omega peppered kisses to every patch of bare skin he could reach. And then he pushed himself up on his hands, staring down at Quinn.

“Like this?”

“Any way you like, Tris.”

The omega’s legs tightened around Quinn, and he shifted his hips upward. Quinn moaned as the pressure grew, his hands gliding over Tristan’s hips. He’d never felt anything like it, the pleasure surging through him. Tristan was panting as he moved again, little shifts of his body that left them both breathless.

“How long?” the omega gasped out. “How long can we stay like this?”

“Minutes,” Quinn promised. “Hours, maybe.”

His hands on Tristan’s hips urged the omega to keep moving. He could tell they were both close to another orgasm and wanted to give that to Tris before the omega’s exhaustion caught up with him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, as Tristan sank back down on him with a hoarse cry. “So close, Tris.” His hand wrapped around Tristan’s cock, stroking it lightly and slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the omega.

Tristan bucked into his touch, and they both groaned as the movement sent pleasure spiraling through them.

“Quinn!” the omega cried out, coming hard as Quinn’s hand ran along his length, milking every last ounce of pleasure from his mate. His own orgasm was slower but no less intense, a white-hot pleasure that left him whispering Tristan’s name.

His knot persisted but they were both floaty from the orgasm. He drew Tristan down to lie against his chest, rolling them onto their sides and tucking the omega’s head against his shoulder.

“Sleep,” he murmured. “When you wake up, we’ll be ready to go again.”

Tristan chuckled sleepily. “Is that a promise?”

 

It was light out when Quinn woke, and his knot had come down, letting him slip gently free from Tristan. The omega murmured with discontent but didn’t wake. Gathering the blankets, Quinn covered the omega up to his chin as he got up and went to get them some water. He found a message from Ronan on his phone, checking in. And one from Sebastian that prompted him to go to the door of their suite. Outside, he found a trolley laden with breakfast foods including fresh strawberries and champagne.

“Talk about wooing your omega in style,” he muttered to himself as he brought it inside. He decided breakfast in bed was just the ticket, knowing they both needed the energy to get through Tristan’s heat and his rut. Already, his body was very insistently telling him to find his omega and mate him. But he was determined to let Tristan sleep a little longer.

He poured the coffee, picked through the food for what he knew were Tristan’s favorites, and carried the tray into the bedroom, setting it down on the bedside table and sitting on the side of the bed.

Tristan had moved, lying curled on his side, clutching tightly to the blankets. Quinn made no attempt to wake him, watching with amusement as the omega’s nose started to twitch. Either his stomach was scenting the coffee or his heat was scenting Quinn.

The omega yawned and stretched before peeking his eyes open. A slow smile crossed his face when he saw Quinn.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. Hungry?”

Tristan nodded, his eyes wide. “Starving. I can’t remember the last time I was this hungry.”

Quinn held out a plate of pancakes scattered with berries and drenched in syrup in one hand and a fork in the other.

“You are the best alpha,” Tristan said, tucking in.

“I can’t take all the credit. Breakfast is courtesy of Sebastian.”

They took turns eating, demolishing the whole stack of pancakes, two bagels each, and a mountain of fruit.

Tristan was frowning at the nearly empty tray.

“Still hungry?” Quinn asked. “There’s more outside.”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Tristan said, glancing up at Quinn. “But not for food.”

“Oh, like that is it?”

“But maybe a shower first,” Tristan suggested, holding out syrup-covered fingers. “I’m all sticky.”

“I can help with that,” Quinn teased, reached out to suck one finger into this mouth. Tristan moaned, sinking back against the headboard. “Maybe the shower can wait,” he said.

Quinn set the plate aside and opened his arms. Tristan climbed into his embrace, pushing his hips against Quinn’s.

“Last night,” he murmured into Quinn’s ear, “was amazing and wonderful. But I know you were being careful, and I can feel your rut. It’s so strong now.”

The omega was perceptive. It was taking all of Quinn’s self-control to keep himself from pinning Tristan to the bed.

“But I’m here,” the omega told him. “You don’t have to be careful, you don’t have to hold back. I want you to rut me.”

Quinn cupped the omega’s cheeks, holding his gaze. “If it’s too much…”

“It won’t be. You could never be. But I’ll tap out if I need to.”

He nodded slowly, pressing their foreheads together. “You are better than anything I could have dreamed up.”

“And I don’t disappear when you open your eyes.”

The omega pressed against him again, and Quinn moved, yanking them both off the bed to the floor, him on his knees, Tristan standing in front of him. Spinning the omega around, he bent him over the edge of the bed, pressing Tristan’s upper body to the mattress.

He pressed two fingers between Tristan’s cheeks, the omega sighing beneath him, ready and waiting.

“Let go,” Tristan urged. “I want all of you.”

Standing up, Quinn took him at his word, pushing in with one thrust of his hips, hearing Tristan gasp out a breath. The omega’s body was tight and hot, and it was easy for Quinn to thrust into that heat, pressing Tristan hard against the bed with each flick of his hips. Tristan cried out his name and there was nothing but pleasure in his tone. So he did just as the omega had asked, and let his instincts take over.

They both felt the full force of his rut, his alpha strength pinning Tristan to the bed as his hands wrapped around the omega’s wrists, feeling the fast pulse beneath his fingers. Again and again, he thrust, drawing pleas, moans, and cries from his mate. He chased his release like it was prey, something living. Beneath him, Tristan wriggled, bending his head forward, exposing his neck to the morning sunlight. Quinn’s bite mark stood out proudly, marking the omega as his. But they needed something more. He could feel his thrusts going erratic, could feel Tristan’s body tightening beneath him. They were both on the edge, both ready. Alpha and omega. As his orgasm washed over him, he bent his head and bit down on the marked skin of Tristan’s neck. Beneath him, the omega let out a cry of ecstasy, his hands flexing in Quinn’s hold.

Quinn let himself fall onto the bed beside Tristan, wrapping his arms around the omega as he pressed against Tristan’s back.

“You were amazing,” he told the omega breathlessly.

Tristan caught his hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he murmured.

Quinn couldn’t see his face but he could hear the omega’s smile. He let his fingers trailed across the freshly bitten skin of Tristan’s neck. That was how their mating bite should have happened. Quinn felt he was lucky to get a chance to show Tristan how much he meant to him.

“I love you,” Tristan said, kissing the palm of Quinn’s hand.

“I love you, too,” Quinn said. “Every inch of you, everything about you.”

He circled the new bite mark on Tristan’s neck. “But especially this.”

Tristan giggled. “My humble alpha.”

“Yours,” he vowed.