So Raph knelt over him, gripped Wyatt’s hair in his fist, and slapped his other cheek.
Wyatt moaned, rocking his hips up, fucking into his own hand. And Raph breathed in his heady musk, his own blood surging south. He fitted his growing, covered cock against Wyatt’s ass, rutted up so Wyatt could feel it.
Wyatt whined. The slick from his ass smeared against Raph’s bulge, leaving a dark patch on his pants. And Raph’s cock swelled, his pants growing tight. I can’t believe I’m getting off on this.
“You like being a liability,” Raph said, reaching down to pull his belt open, unzip his pants. He slipped his cock and balls out, sighing at the relief it gave him. “You’re gonna have your brother fuck your worthless ass, and you’re gonna take all my come. I’ll put another baby inside you.”
Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him. His need was palpable in his ragged breathing, his fingers gripped tight around his cock. And it soaked into Raph, somehow. Made him need his omega, need to let Wyatt feel his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside Wyatt, fill him with seed.
Raph caught Wyatt’s knees, pinned them to either side of him. Then he slid his bare cock between Wyatt’s cheeks, right against his hole. Wyatt groaned, his own cock flushed, glistening with precome.
Raph slipped his hand behind Wyatt’s back, sat him up on the bed. Then he knelt, rubbed the tip of his cock over Wyatt’s soft lips, pushing into his mouth. Wyatt took him deep, choking, his throat working as he tried to swallow Raph down. It looked uncomfortable. And Raph let Wyatt worship his cock, ready to pull back if Wyatt tried to hurt himself.
He thought Wyatt might turn away, say he’d had enough. Instead, Wyatt took Raph down his throat, his lips stretched around Raph’s cock, his eyes dark with arousal. And he was so damn tight inside.
Raph panted, holding himself still. His body hummed with pleasure. It was insane, him getting this hard when he was in the middle of shaming his omega.
Wyatt had wanted Raph to make him cry.
How do I do that? Raph didn’t want to hurt him. But nothing he’d done had driven Wyatt close to tears. Maybe Wyatt had a larger tolerance for hurt than Raph thought. And that scared him. How did you build up that endurance?
He twisted his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, slid out of his mouth. Wyatt gasped, his chest heaving, his eyes wet from trying to swallow Raph’s cock. Raph brushed his tears away, cradled his face. Touched Wyatt so he knew Raph was still there, still with him.
Raph rubbed his glistening tip over Wyatt’s lips. “Suck my cock. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Wyatt groaned, his soft tongue flicking out, lapping over Raph’s tip. The insult didn’t cut deep enough.
“I’m gonna leave you after this,” Raph said.
Wyatt froze, his eyes growing wide. And that was what he’d been afraid of; Raph hadn’t realized that before.
“You’re not worth my time,” Raph said. “An omega like you? You’re worthless even with a baby.”
Wyatt’s breath snagged. He blinked hard. Further below, his cock jerked.
Gods, how the fuck does that get you off?
“I’m gone after this,” Raph said, the words sliding off his tongue like heavy stones. “The bonding was a lie, Wyatt.”
Wyatt’s lower lip trembled. Raph’s heart squeezed. I won’t actually do that. You know it, don’t you?
He paused, cupping Wyatt’s face, tipping his head back so their eyes met. Wyatt’s gaze was dark, despairing, and Raph hadn’t seen him this upset, not from something Raph had done.
“Enough?” Raph asked softly.
Wyatt shook his head. “More,” he rasped. “Slap me again.”
Raph’s heart ached. With their gazes locked, he slapped Wyatt again, hard enough to leave a mark. Wyatt hissed.
“You aren’t good enough for me, Wy. I’ve fucked other omegas out there. All of them are better than you. And none of them would suck their brothers off—you’re the only sick one.”
Wyatt groaned, stroking himself. “You think so?”
“I know you, Wy. You’re not worth my time. I don’t know why I’m even here.”
Wyatt swallowed and blinked hard. “Do you hate me, Raph?”
He looked like he was about to cry, now. Raph’s breath caught. “Yeah, I hate you,” he said. “I’m embarrassed to call you my omega. You don’t deserve to be bonded, especially not to me.”
Wyatt sucked in a shaky breath, his hand slowing on his cock. “How—” he gulped “—how worthless am I?”
Fuck if I know. You aren’t worthless at all.
“You don’t deserve my love,” Raph said. “You think you’re good enough for something, but you’re really not.”
Raph leaned in when Wyatt trembled, slipping his hand around Wyatt’s back, just to hold him. Because Wyatt was looking at him now, helpless and raw, his hand motionless.
Wyatt truly believed him. He’d opened the most vulnerable parts of his heart to Raph, and he wanted Raph to hurt him there.
And Raph had promised he would. Gods, this was the first and last time he ever agreed to this.
Raph kissed his ear. “You’re like a dirty secret I can’t tell anyone. I wish I’d never bonded with someone as shameless as you.”
Wyatt trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. Precome leaked down the side of his cock. “Really?” he choked. “You—you’d drop me as your mate?”
“I would’ve dropped you yesterday,” Raph whispered, winding his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, wishing Wyatt wasn’t believing every word he said. He reached down with his other hand, took Wyatt’s straining cock between his fingers. It throbbed against him. “You’re so damn hard right now. You don’t want to be mine, do you? That’s fine. I don’t want you, either. I’m gonna fuck you, and then I’m gonna leave.”
Wyatt whined, soft and defenseless. And the tears rolled down his cheeks, catching in the lamplight.
Raph closed his eyes, breathing out. I’m so sorry, Wy.
“You’d leave?” Wyatt asked, his voice cracking.
“Yeah. I’ll pack my things, like those clothes in the closet. You don’t deserve to have me around.” Raph stroked Wyatt’s
