“Inside. Now.” Wyatt almost couldn’t breathe, with how Raph’s cock ground against him, ravenous and thick, precome smearing between them. Raph grasped his cock and pushed it between the ribbons, his blunt tip shoving against Wyatt’s entrance, pressing against it, stretching it open.
Then Raph was inside, sinking deeper, a thick, unyielding length. Wyatt couldn’t breathe. He took his alpha deep, his nerves lighting up, his own cock jerking as Raph plunged into him, his cock massaging Wyatt inside.
“Good?” Raph hissed, snapping his hips.
Pleasure sluiced through Wyatt’s veins. His eyes rolled back into his head; he arched, scrabbling against the sheets, trying to hold on to something, anything, so he didn’t fly apart. But Raph only increased his pace, sinking all the way in, claiming Wyatt so thoroughly that Wyatt felt entirely like his alpha’s.
“Love how this makes you hard,” Raph growled, grasping Wyatt’s cock. Then he snapped his hips, his cock grinding against Wyatt’s prostate. All the words on Wyatt’s tongue fled. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t even breathe, when Raph increased his pace, surging inside, rocking so hungrily into Wyatt’s body that Wyatt felt his release approaching again.
The tension in his body grew. As Raph thrust harder into him, each stroke shoving Wyatt further against the pillows, Wyatt knew only his alpha, Raph’s hot gaze burning into him.
Raph leaned in, pushing Wyatt’s shirt up, exposing his belly and his chest. He sealed their lips together in a deep kiss, swallowing all of Wyatt’s moans as he drove inside, claiming Wyatt all over again.
“Mine,” Raph growled. “Gonna give you a baby when I come.”
Wyatt writhed, tightening helplessly around Raph. He wanted that. He wanted all of what Raph promised. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking.
Raph kissed him, and his cock pushed hard against Wyatt’s prostate, sending him off the edge into another spiraling release. Pleasure crashed through Wyatt, curling his toes and arching his spine. His body clenched, begging Raph for his come.
Raph swore. He thrust deeper into Wyatt, his breath growing ragged, his cock swelling as he neared his own climax. With a roar, he came, burying his cock deep as he unloaded into Wyatt, his teeth grazing Wyatt’s shoulder.
As he sagged into the bed, Raph gathered Wyatt close, his chest heaving, his embrace protective. “Such a treasure,” Raph panted in Wyatt’s ear, kissing him sloppily.
Wyatt’s heart fluttered. “I love you, too.”
Raph planted kisses all over Wyatt’s face, dragging his wrists down Wyatt’s body. “All mine. You’re so pretty. Especially when you take my cock and your mouth just falls open.”
Wyatt cracked a smile. Raph had seen his belly, over and over. And yet he still held Wyatt and loved him just as fervently. “Even with my belly.”
“I told you.” Raph kissed his forehead, then his nose and cheeks and lips. “You’re the father of my children and the love of my life. It’s always been you, Wy. No one else.”
Wyatt smiled, dragging his wrists down Raph’s back. Raph’s knot was slowly starting to swell inside him, locking them together. From the way Raph looked at him, his gaze intent, his fingers brushing lightly through Wyatt’s hair, Wyatt felt like he belonged here with his alpha. Like nothing he did would ever turn Raph away from him. Even if his entire body was ugly and full of scars.
“If that was my belly, you’d still love me, right?” Raph murmured, nuzzling Wyatt’s ear.
Wyatt nodded. “I would.”
“Then you know how I feel about you.”
Wyatt turned those thoughts over in his mind. His feelings about Raph, and Raph’s feelings toward him. And, knowing the sort of love his alpha had for him... maybe Wyatt could learn to see himself the way Raph did.
Raph slid his palm over Wyatt’s belly. “This isn’t ugly. It’s just different. Like how we’re different from everyone else anyway, ‘cuz we grew up in the same family.”
Wyatt looked at his belly, and Raph’s hand cupping it. If he told himself he was different, instead of ugly, maybe... it wasn’t so bad. Maybe he could be a different sort of pretty.
“Could I be even prettier for you?” Wyatt asked.
Raph blinked in surprise. Then he smiled. “You’re already pretty. More than that, you’re beautiful. But I just want you to be happy. That matters most to me.”
Wyatt thought about it. He glanced at his belly and told himself, Raph thinks this is beautiful.
Raph took his hand then, pressing their palms over Wyatt’s belly. “I love you,” Raph murmured, giving Wyatt a lingering kiss. “No matter where we are or what we look like. We’ll both grow old and wrinkly, and I’ll love you more than ever.”
That was a future Wyatt wanted. His eyes prickled, and his heart swelled.
Raph rubbed Wyatt’s wrists, where he’d left his bonding marks. “I made you a promise, remember? I’ll always keep it. My heart is entirely yours.”
Wyatt met his gaze, falling into the safety and acceptance that Raph had offered him ever since they were children. I’m beautiful, he told himself. And as Raph pulled him into another kiss, Wyatt chose to believe in the future that Raph had painted for them both.
Two Alphas, One Omega
Description
A lonely omega. An ageing alpha. Valen's an alpha, too, and he wants them both.
Sam Brentwood had everything... and he's lost it all. At eighteen, he left the love of his life. At nineteen, he miscarried Valen's baby. These days, Sam's hidden his heart away, working multiple jobs to afford a house.
Valen Tolstoy has a secret—two, actually. One: he's never stopped missing his omega. Two: he's dating the station's second-in-command. Harris is two decades older than Valen, richer and better than Valen can possibly be. Sooner or later, Harris will realize Valen's not worth hanging around, and he'll leave.
Ten years ago, Harrison Fields lost his family. Afraid of risking his heart with another omega, he's tumbled into bed with someone just as risky—his subordinate, the fire chief's son. But Valen is young, rough, and they don't always get along. So Harris
