“You taste damn good,” Harris whispered. Then he sucked Sam back into his mouth.
Harris licked around Sam’s head, pushed his tongue against that sensitive spot right under his tip. Squeezed with his mouth and his fist, urging Sam ever closer to the edge. Sam dug his fingers into the sheets. “H-Harris, p-please—”
“Gonna come for me?” Harris murmured. Ground the tip of his tongue against Sam’s vulnerable piss-slit.
Sam arched up, panting, trying to comprehend the pleasure thrumming through his body. Before he could, Harris pressed his fingertips against Sam’s hole, gathering the slick from Sam’s skin. Sam whimpered.
Harris pushed both fingers into him, spreading him open. Sam choked on his moan. Harris found his prostate. Hooked his fingers.
Sam writhed, his cock pulsing in Harris’ mouth. “I-I—”
Harris stroked him inside, winding the tension higher and higher in Sam’s body. Sam gasped for breath, thinking he might come right there, into Harris’ mouth. And Harris would taste all of him.
Harris slipped his fingers out. Pulled away from Sam, leaving Sam’s cock aching.
“Turn over,” he rumbled.
“But I,” Sam panted.
“Turn over, Sam,” Harris said. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”
Sam grew so hard he ached. Harris’ tone made him want to obey, made him want to kneel and present and beg Harris to fuck his hole.
He scrambled to his knees, braced himself on all fours, parting his legs.
Harris is in charge. Harris is my alpha, too. And that sounded right.
“Very nice,” Harris murmured. He slipped his hand around Sam’s foot, stroking between Sam’s toes like he always did when Valen fucked Sam. “You have an alpha, Sam?”
“Y-you,” Sam whispered.
Harris growled. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
Harris leaned in, pressed a kiss to Sam’s ass. His breath brushed warm over Sam’s skin. Then he reached between Sam’s legs, closed his fist around Sam’s balls. Squeezed.
It felt like a punch to the gut, but gentler. Sam gasped, his cock leaking.
“You’ll take my cock?” Harris asked.
Sam nodded urgently. “Please.”
Harris planted his knees on the insides of Sam’s calves, spreading him wider. He held Sam’s hips. Slid his cock between Sam’s cheeks, its sheer heat soaking into Sam’s skin.
Harris was big. And Sam needed him inside, spreading him, claiming Sam as his own. Sam groaned, angling his hips up toward Harris cock, dragging his hole down Harris’ length. Harris growled. Anchored his arm around Sam’s chest, and dragged his wrist down Sam’s body. Down his chest, his belly, his cock, marking Sam with oak.
“Right now, you’re mine,” Harris whispered. Pushed the base of his cock against Sam’s hole, so Sam had no doubt what he meant.
“Yours,” Sam gasped.
Harris bit into his shoulder, brushing his wrist down Sam’s arm. Then he cupped Sam’s throat, squeezing ever so lightly. So Sam knew Harris was in charge, so he knew who he obeyed. His body sang.
Sam spread his legs wider, lifted his hips higher—an offering.
Harris growled. He ran his hand down Sam’s chest, tweaked his nipples, squeezed his cock.
Unlike Valen, who possessed Sam with ravenous kisses, there was calm certainty in Harris’ touch, a note of steel in his voice that made Sam tremble.
“Present for me,” Harris said.
Sam braced himself with his shoulders, pulled his cheeks open to expose his hole.
Harris rumbled. Wedged his cock deeper between Sam’s cheeks, letting Sam feel the width of it. Then he pushed his fingers into Sam again, swirled them around inside, until Sam trembled and dripped.
Harris withdrew his fingers. Then slid them back in, and withdrew them again. And Sam realized Harris was lubricating himself with Sam’s slick. Harris wasn’t sliding in slow, then. He’d take Sam all at once.
Sam groaned. Harris massaged his prostate, until Sam gasped for breath.
Then Harris leaned back, and pushed his slippery, blunt tip against Sam’s hole.
He pushed in, his cock thick and unyielding, stretching Sam open. Harris groaned.
After months of watching Harris, weeks of standing outside this very bedroom, listening to Harris fuck Valen, all of Sam’s nerve endings were alight.
He moaned as Harris filled him completely, so big that he could no longer think.
Harris paused when his balls pressed against Sam’s taint. Sam panted. Rocked himself back and forth on Harris’ cock, savoring the friction inside him, the weight of Harris’ cock.
“H-Harris,” he whispered.
“Good?” Harris murmured, reaching around Sam. This made him slide even deeper. Sam writhed, fixated on Harris inside him, the sweet, heavy pressure that forced precome out of him. “I asked a question, Sam.”
“What... what question?”
Harris growled. Slid out, then in again, and Sam shuddered. “Feels good?”
“Y-yes.”
“Would you like more?” Harris lifted Sam away from the bed, so Sam sat back onto Harris’ cock. It kept him open, moved in little nudges inside him. Harris’ chest burned into his back, his hand smoothing over Sam’s belly. “Sam?”
Sam moaned. Tried to speak, except it came out of his mouth garbled.
“I expect an answer,” Harris murmured in his ear, reaching down. He ran his fingers down Sam’s cock, then tugged on it. Sam gasped.
“Would you like more?” Harris asked again.
Sam nodded. “Yes. Yes, please.”
Harris kissed his shoulder. “I don’t want to hurt you. Or the baby.”
Sam’s chest squeezed. Harris cared. There was no way an alpha like Harris could hurt Sam.
He ground back against Harris, squeezed Harris’ cock with his body. “I’ll be fine. Fuck me.”
Harris’ breath staggered. He rubbed Sam’s nipples, slid out, then in again, his hips bumping into Sam. “I’ll fuck you how I see fit.”
Then he bent Sam over on all fours, and thrust hard. Sam cried out, panting, his body humming with pleasure. Harris stroked down Sam’s cock, pumping it, his fingers wet with Sam’s precome. And Sam continued to drip, his body quivering, taking Harris’ cock over and over.
“You’re so damn tight,” Harris rasped, his thrusts growing faster. Sam shuddered. Harris pressed a damp kiss to Sam’s shoulder, sank his teeth into Sam’s skin.
He was so close to biting Sam’s scent gland. Any touch on it felt good, but if Harris bit ever so lightly into it...
“On my scent gland,” Sam said, rocking his
