Page 17 of A Kitten for Alpha Kenny

Head bobbing, I took him deep over and over while working one, two, then three fingers into his hole, stretching and preparing him for my aching cock. Moving faster and faster, I licked around his shaft and grazed his head with my teeth, sucking and releasing until he grabbed a pillow and covered his face, his cry muffled behind the cotton case.

His salty, tangy cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed it down then licked him clean before releasing him to lie back panting, tossing the pillow aside.

“You taste so good, omega mine,” I said, rising to push his knees to his chest. “And you’re so slick.” Even after my preparation and all the slipperiness, my cock was still going to be a tight fit. “Tell me if I hurt you so I can stop.”

He reached up and pulled me down for a kiss. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

“I will make it good for you, I promise, but at least let me know if I need to slow down at first.”

“No promises.” He was purring, tugging me toward him. “No more waiting. Make me yours.”

Make me yours.

He didn’t have to ask me again. I would dare any alpha to reject their fated mate’s pleas for lovemaking. If they could, they were stronger than I was. Fitting my cockhead to his hole, I prodded once, twice, and then he thrust his hips up and I slid balls deep into his hot, tight channel. Trying to go slowly, I failed, but my omega was bucking and moaning and reached for the pillow again to stifle his cries.

It was too much, and I braced myself on his bent legs and drove in again and again, grunting his name with each thrust until my balls retracted and I filled the precious body of my omega with my cum.

Knot swelling, I leaned in and sank my fangs into his shoulder, deep, mouth filling with coppery fluid. I swallowed it then lapped at the gaping wound, my saliva sealing it and ensuring the mark would remain.

I rolled over then, bringing him to lie on top of me, still tied together by the knot that stayed for long minutes, but not long enough. I’d gladly be bound to my omega for the rest of our lives.

Chapter Twelve

Mulder

Madeline was in bed for the night, and Kenny was scheduled to go back to his pack in the morning. There was still so much for us to decide. We were mates, and that was great—but we had two very different lives, and somehow, we were going to have to figure out how to merge them.

“As cliché as this is, this omega is gonna go make sandwiches. I’m starving. You?” I’d have made something better, but it was time for grocery shopping.

“I could eat.”

We pulled on enough clothes to be decent in case Madeline woke up and went into the kitchen. Shifter kids were used to nudity in the shifting process, but they didn’t need to have adults wandering naked for no good reason.

I pulled the sandwich fixings from the fridge as he grabbed the plates and knives. I loved how he pitched in on the mundane tasks like this. Not all alphas would, especially not pack alphas.

“I hate to bring this up, but you’re supposed to leave tomorrow?” Ignoring it any longer wasn’t going to help anyone.

“Yeah, I am. I was thinking about that. A lot.”

He and I both. There wasn’t a quiet moment when I wasn’t hyper focused on what came next. I should’ve brought it up sooner, but part of me was terrified about how it would go, and I didn’t want to ruin the wonderful time we’d been having.

Being part of his pack had never been his plan. He went to college as an escape. He was even less happy about being thrown into the role of pack alpha. But that was the hand he’d been dealt, and the one he was currently living with. He took his responsibilities seriously, and the pack was significantly better since he took over.

“So, what are we going to do?” He grabbed the loaf of bread and made two sandwiches—one for me and one for him. Maybe this wasn’t as cliché as it could have been.

“I don’t really know.” I wish I had all the answers, or even one at this point.

“And as I see it, we have two choices. We can go back to my pack, or we can stay here.”

“Won’t that mess everything up for you?” His pack ran very differently than Alpha Aspen’s.

“No. It won’t.” He didn’t sound like he quite believed that. “Please don’t be offended by this question, but are you officially pack?”

“Ish. Madeline is. I am…pack-adjacent. They treated me like pack, but I never officially joined, mostly because I didn’t want to deal with the paperwork.”

He leaned forward in his chair, giving me his undivided attention.

I went on, “I was born into the cat equivalent of a pack. I haven’t seen them since I was a child, but I’m not officially rogue. It didn’t matter to me if I was pack or not. What did matter was Madeline having one.”

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