Raph stroked Wyatt’s cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned in, pressed their foreheads together, his breath tinted with wine. Wyatt wanted to taste him, breathe him in, burrow himself in Raph’s arms, and, for the first time in a while, forget who he was.
“I don’t care what everyone else says,” Raph whispered. “I’ll love our baby. And I’ll love Hazel, too.”
Wyatt’s breath caught. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Why was Raph doing this? Wyatt’s pulse thudded in his ears. “You can’t keep saying things like that. I’ll fall in love with you.”
“Aren’t you already?” Raph grinned, his eyes crinkling, blurred with how close they were.
“Damn you. You know we can’t—”
Raph kissed him. Unlike the moments they’d spent at the office, this kiss was slow, languid, Raph’s tongue slipping along Wyatt’s lips. Then he eased into Wyatt’s mouth, damp and soft, and Wyatt groaned, dragging him closer. Raph tasted like wine, like a hint of soup, and they shouldn’t be doing this again.
“We’re stepbrothers,” Wyatt whispered against his lips.
Raph leaned back, his eyes dark, his body a solid, comfortable weight. “Just for tonight... be my omega.”
Wyatt’s breath rushed out of him. Through the years of raising his daughter, he hadn’t met an alpha he could readily trust. There hadn’t been anyone else he wanted in his life. And Raph had walked back in during Wyatt’s heat, had touched him and fucked him, and his hands had been bliss on Wyatt’s skin.
To be Raph’s omega... To let Raph touch his entire body...
Raph pressed soft kisses up his jaw, nipping at his earlobe. “You want my knot. I saw you looking at it.”
Wyatt’s hole squeezed. Yes, he did. And he could already imagine Raph stretching him open, holding him, playing Wyatt’s body like he did his violin.
Wyatt trembled, his cock so hard it ached. “Not—not out here.”
“Your bed,” Raph whispered, slipping his fingers between Wyatt’s legs. He squeezed Wyatt through the denim, a firm, knowing pressure. “Gonna fuck you until you scream.”
Wyatt’s throat went dry. “Can’t—can’t wake Hazel.”
“That’s on you.” Raph’s lips brushed his. “You’re gonna have to keep your voice down.”
Wyatt groaned. Raph scooped him up into his arms, pressing their hips together, his cock a hard line behind his pants. And Wyatt couldn’t find it in himself to say no.
9
Wyatt
With one hand supporting Wyatt’s ass, Raph walked them into the master bedroom, shut the door, and locked it with a quiet click. And that thrust them into complete darkness, Raph’s face lost in the inky shadows.
“Lights?” Raph whispered.
“No. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Raph growled. And Wyatt threaded his fingers through Raph’s hair, kissed him hard, sliding past his lips. This should be the way Wyatt had his liquor now—licking remnants off Raph’s skin, searching for it in the intimacy of his mouth.
Raph padded over to the bed, lowered Wyatt to the mattress. Wyatt kept his legs around Raph’s hips, shoving his hand down between them, squeezing Raph’s cock through his pants. Raph was hard, big, as thick as Wyatt remembered. It would feel bigger inside him. A whine slipped from his throat. “You know where the bed is?”
“I looked in here earlier.” Raph leaned in, his breath sighing across Wyatt’s throat. Then his kissed down Wyatt’s neck, little sucking kisses that went straight between Wyatt’s legs. “Just in case you wanted a little something.”
“I want a big something.” Wyatt found the edge of the bed with his feet, pushing himself up, fitting the curve of his body against Raph’s. Then he ground up, and Raph hissed. “I want it all over me.”
“On your face?” Raph’s voice rumbled between them.
“I’d nuzzle it. Suck it. Fuck, Raph, I’d worship your cock like there’s no tomorrow.”
Raph’s breath rushed out of him, loud in the darkness of the room. “Fuck.”
“I want to be your omega.” Wyatt found the smooth, hard buckle of Raph’s belt, tugged until the leather gave and fell loose. The rough, stamped button of his jeans eased out through the eyehole, and the zipper rasped.
And Raph’s cock pushed out at him, hot behind his boxers, a patch of damp fabric at its tip. Wyatt took it in hand, slid his fingertips down the ridge of his cock. Raph’s balls were tight, ready to press against Wyatt’s ass, fill him up with come.
“Gods,” Wyatt breathed. He was pregnant. And so they could go without condoms. “I want you to fill me with your come. Knot inside me.”
Raph groaned, pressing his face into Wyatt’s shoulder. He drove his cock into Wyatt’s hand, hips bucking, his body taut with need. “You hear yourself, Wy? ‘Cuz I need to fuck you right now, and I don’t want this to end too soon.”
“I hear you,” Wyatt whispered, slipping his fingers into Raph’s boxers. He followed the smooth skin of Raph’s abdomen down to his cock, shivering when Raph’s tip smeared slippery precome against his palm. Wyatt squeezed him, rolled his thumb over Raph’s head, just to see how he’d react.
Raph hissed. He held Wyatt’s hand against himself and fucked into his palm, his cock grinding hungrily against Wyatt’s skin. Hot need seared between Wyatt’s legs.
“This is how much I want you.” Raph’s breath caught against Wyatt’s neck. Then hips snapped forward, smearing precome across Wyatt’s skin. He was thick, heavy. “Gonna fit this inside you. All of it.”
Wyatt shuddered, his body aching. “It doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t... aren’t pounding deep.”
“That what you want?” Raph dragged his tongue over Wyatt’s scent gland, leaving a wet trail on his skin. Then he closed his lips around the gland, sucked, and pleasure jolted down Wyatt’s body, made his hips snap up.
“F-fuck, Raph.”
“Fuck you where?” Raph sucked on Wyatt’s sensitive skin, the sharp points of his teeth raking over his scent gland. If he bit down hard, he’d mark Wyatt as his bondmate, and Wyatt... liked the thought of that. Of being Raph’s mate, even
