Page 105 of Hammer & Gavel

Oliver covered his mouth. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Lucas huffed, settling himself on the pillows. “I think we owe the staff a gift basket, actually.”

“When… when did…”

Waving the comment away, Lucas pulled Oliver against his chest. “You’d fallen asleep. I think she genuinely thought I’d fucked you to death.”

“I wish you had,” he groaned, burying his face in the alpha’s armpit. “It sounds infinitely more appealing than having to walk past the reception desk tomorrow.”

Laughter rumbled in Lucas’ chest, as he kissed the top of his head. “How’re you feeling?”

Oliver huffed. “Tired, sore, and I swear to God I could sense your dreams—something about blue cheese and a gallon of mango chutney?”

Lucas sucked his teeth. “That was definitely me.”

Oliver swallowed. “Fucking hell.”

They lay in contented silence, and Oliver’s eyes grew heavy as he breathed in the alpha’s scent, revelling in the warmth and security of his body.

“What happened?” He eventually asked. “I mean, I know what happened, obviously. But before—it felt like I’d gone into heat again, but I don’t think I have. If it wasn’t the Love Dust, then what?”

Lucas let out a soft breath. “You triggered my rut.”

Frowning, Oliver leant up on his elbows. “What? How?”

The alpha smirked, propping an arm behind his head. “Because of all that posturing you were doing in front of the omegas.”

Oliver scoffed. “I wasnot.”

Lucas grinned, grabbing him around the waist and flipping him onto his front. He pressed his mouth to the bite, sliding his half-hard cock between Oliver’s arse cheeks. “I’m afraid you were, my dear. And it was quite the turn-on.”

“Y-You’re a massive pervert, Lucas White,” he said, hips pushing back as a breathy moan escaped his mouth.

“The biggest,” Lucas whispered, reaching under Oliver’s body to grip his erection. “But so are you.”

“Ngh…you’re a bad influence.”

Lucas grinned against his neck. “Perhaps.” His tongue grazed the sensitive skin. “Takes one to know one.” Then he nipped the bite, and Oliver yelped as a tremor of pleasure surged straight to his cock. His hips tipped forward and before he knew it, he was thrusting into the alpha’s grip. Pleasure thrummed through him as Lucas’ hand pressed into the small of his back, giving him justenough space to rock back and forth against his palm. He longed for the alpha to penetrate him again, but knew the rut had left his hole swollen and bruised. So he settled for Lucas’cock, slipping up and down his crease as his fingers scissored his tiny knot.

“That’s it,” Lucas whispered, pressing his forehead between his shoulder blades. “Like that.”

“Ah—” Oliver stuttered, gripping the sheets as his face pressed against the mattress. “I can’t—ah—Luca—Lucas?—”

“You can,” Lucas purred. “My funny… clever… sexy… formidable… mate.”

Oliver cried into the sheets as he ejaculated, and Lucas bit his shoulder as he spilled his own seed across his back. And then they were laughing for some God unknown reason.

“T-This is ridiculous!” Oliver panted, wiping his face across the sheets. “We can’t go back to work like this.”

“It’ll calm down in a few hours,” the alpha said, kissing his shoulders. “Ruts are far shorter than heats. Shall we take a bath?”

Oliver rolled onto his back, pressing his feet against Lucas’ chest. “That sounds kinda nice, actually.” Which had been a mistake because the alpha started kissing his shins and ankles. “Bath, Lucas. Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry,” he grinned, shoving his flushed face into Oliver’s belly. “I lied, I’m not sorry. Bath, then room service?”

“As if they’ll bring us room service after the maid!”

“True. Pizza?”

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