Page 209 of Omega's Heart
Thinking about it made his cock stiffen against Felix’s back.
“What are you thinking about?” Felix murmured sleepily.
“This and that. You, mostly.” Kaden set the soap down and began to gently wash Felix’s chest.
“I wondered. You’re poking me.”
“Poking…” Then he realized what Felix was referring to. “I plan to poke you some more, too.” He circled his mate’s nipples with his thumbs, his cock growing harder as Felix sucked in his breath and arched into the sensation. “Lysoon, Felix. You’re enough to drive an alpha lunar.”
Felix laughed, low and sexy. “Are you planning to tell my family that too?”
“Maybe.” Kaden nipped Felix’s ear. “But not right now. I’m busy.” A chuckle made the muscle beneath Kaden’s hands flex in a way that made another part of Kaden’s body really take notice. He cupped his hands over Felix’s pecs and fondled the silky flesh beneath his fingers before sliding his palms down to stroke Felix’s sides and glide his fingertips along the edge of his hips. “I think I’ve decided what I want to do here.”
“Oh?” Felix squirmed as Kaden’s hands moved lower and he gripped the sides of the tub as if his life depended on it. “Ah,” he breathed, his eyes head back and his eyes closed as he surrendered to Kaden’s touch. “I like it when you do that.”
“I know.” Kaden nibbled along the exposed neck, closed his teeth over the strong muscle at the base. Their pups would be warriors—an omega like Felix would raise nothing but. He could see them now, tall and strong, take no shit. The brief vision of his first fight with his teenage son as they battled wills over something ridiculous rose up from the depths of his imagination and he grinned and wrapped his arm around Felix’s chest to pull him up a little higher against Kaden’s body. “I love your body. Makes me want to howl.”
The corners of Felix’s mouth turned up, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Don’t let me stop you,” he said.
Kaden choked on a laugh. He loved his mate. “I’d rather make you howl.” And why not? Felix had gone above and beyond in the past month and a half, supporting Kaden, making polite small talk with shifters he later admitted made his skin crawl or had insulted him—intentionally or not—over and over again. And he’d done it all while growing their first pup inside him.
He deserved to howl.
Kaden reached for Felix’s cock with both hands—maybe a little greedy of him, but truthfully he’d need about four to be satisfied with the amount of touching he could do. Since he only had two—or one and a half, anyway—he had to make do with going straight for the part of Felix’s body that would drive his mate wild for him.
Felix gasped and spread his legs to make Kaden’s job easier.
Such a thoughtful mate. Kaden kissed the corner of Felix’s eye as he teased his mate, brushing his fingers over random spots—belly, thigh, balls, cock.
Felix’s fingers tightened on the edge of the bathtub and he swallowed hard. “I’m not crushing you, am I?” he asked. His voice was soft, with an edge of strain in it that made the wolf part of Kaden very happy.
“Have you ever?” Kaden laid sucking kisses down Felix’s neck, watching with satisfaction as the skin turned rosy red in his wake. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes.” Felix let go of the tub and stroked the length of Kaden’s thigh. Deliberately, or so it seemed to Kaden, he stretched until he could get his own hand down, underneath Kaden’s thigh, reaching in as far as he could go to stroke him there. His touch made the hair stand on end all along Kaden’s spine, his ruff rising in shivering waves in response to his mate’s touch.
Instinctively, he tightened his thighs around Felix’s hips to hold his mate captive to him and wrapped his good hand firmly around Felix’s cock. The baby thumped once against his arm where it was pressed against the side of Felix’s belly, then went quiet, as if he didn’t want to disturb his bearer’s pleasure, or his sire’s enjoyment of giving it.
Felix took a gasping, shaky breath and his hand under Kaden’s thigh tightened. His hips rocked, one foot slipping awkwardly on the bottom of the tub. Water splashed over the edge to drip on the floor, ignored by both of them.
“Careful,” Kaden whispered. He stroked Felix’s balls with the one finger on his left hand, while the right hand one moved gently up and down the length of his mate’s shaft. “Just relax. Let me do this for you.”
His answer was a low moan and a white-knuckled grip on the hand still clutching the edge of the bathtub. Kaden hid a wolfish grin against the back of his mate’s shoulder, then nipped him lightly, raising another red mark. This one would probably leave a welt, a small one. He was a terrible alpha, to want to mark his mate so badly. To take away any chance of anyone ever thinking Felix might belong to someone else. Briefly, he wondered about a tattoo. Matching ones, for each of them. The thought of his name permanently etched somewhere on Felix’s body almost made him come right there and then.
“I’m such a possessive bastard,” he muttered and licked the mark to soothe it.
Felix opened his eyes and turned that beautiful forest light on him. “You? No more than me.” He let go of Kaden’s leg and used the sides of the tub to push himself up to his knees, despite Kaden’s protests. “Oh, hush. I’m not going anywhere.”
No, he wasn’t. To Kaden’s great relief, he turned himself around, then straddled Kaden’s hips and —without so much as a glance to ask permission—reached between them to grab Kaden’s cock and settled himself on it with a sigh.
“That’s better,” Felix said, his head falling back, eyes half closed as he made himself comfortable. Then he lifted his head and stared straight at Kaden. “You’re mine.” And without another word, he moved Kaden’s hands back to his cock in unspoken command and began to ride Kaden like he’d only just come back from deployment.
The smell of the forest in late summer rose up around them in the steam as Felix’s movement stirred the water’s still surface. As his mate’s passion grew, the slow and sensual rocking of his body grew wilder. Water washed over the edges of the tub in waves while Felix took his pleasure, but Kaden didn’t care. They could clean it up later. His cock throbbed insistently, demanding release, and he gritted his teeth and refused it. Not until Felix had spent himself.
Fuck, he was going to have an aneurysm. But what a fucking way to go.
His mate’s eyes were closed again, head bent and hands so tight on the rim of the bathtub that the fingertips had turned white. The pace of his hips had sped up, demanding Kaden’s surrender. Which he would gladly offer when the time came, but Kaden never went down without a fight, so he timed the movements of his own hands on Felix’s cock so that every thrust of his mate’s hips was met with something of his own—a tightening, a twist, even a retreat. Anything to bring that groaning whine to his mate’s throat and that desperate need to his expression.
And finally, when he thought surely something must break—him, Felix, the bathtub—Felix cried out like a wild creature and convulsed around Kaden’s cock, hands scrabbling desperately for his mate’s support. Kaden caught him, fingers laced together on one hand, their mouths drawn together with the other, and he kissed him until Felix lay limp in his arms. He was still so hard it hurt, though in the best way, but he wouldn’t disturb this beautiful peace for anything.
