MATE

ADRIAN

“Good boy,” I murmured, my voice dropping an octave.

I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back to expose his throat. “Now, show me how much you want it. Strip. Everything. Now.”

Cillian scrambled to obey, his fingers fumbling with his clothes in his haste.

He stripped naked, those beautiful tattoos that inked every part of him.

His Alpha cock already leaking pre‑cum, twitching with every ragged breath. I stepped back, crossing my arms, watching him tremble.

“Crawl to the bed,” I commanded. “On all fours. Like a dog.”

He obeyed instantly, his large frame awkward but eager as he crawled across the floor, his ass shaking with each movement.

When he reached the edge of the mattress, I didn’t let him climb up. “Stay.” I ordered.

I stripped quickly, my own heat making my skin buzz.

Then I grabbed his throat and pulled him up to his knees again, my cock right in his face. “Suck.” I ordered.

He desperately took me in at one go, almost choking on my meat.

I suddenly pulled him away from my cock by the hair and smiled down at him.

“Put it back,” he said. “Please.”

“Good to see you haven't forgotten your manners.”

As much as I was torturing him, I was also punishing myself at this point because I was almost past my limit of controlling my heat.

“Please.”

“Fine, you want to choke on it?” I pushed him back in. “Huh? That's what you like? Huh?”

He sucked my senses away for a few seconds, teasing my cap with that devilish tongue of his.

I pushed him deeper and deeper, not giving him room to breathe until I saw the veins pulsing around his neck.

I quickly pulled out, earning that satisfying gasp.

“Can you fuck me now? Please? I'm slick.” He begged.

“Shh..” I smiled, sitting on the bed and spreading my legs. “Who's going to eat my ass?”

“Me.” He crawled closer.

“I want to feel the devilish tongue of yours inside my hole, else, your hole won't get touched today.”

“Yes sir.” He buried his face between my legs, his tongue doing exactly what I wanted.

God, even after eight years, he still hasn't forgotten how I want my ass ate.

“Don't forget the balls,” I breathed. “They're not just there to cheer you on.”

He sucked me so good I had to remove my glasses. I haven't had a good head for the longest time.

“Okay, okay. Stop.” I said. “Get up.” My heat was slowly overpowering me. “Get on all fours. Here.” I tapped the bed.

Cillian gladly obeyed. He spread out for me, his hole breathing at me.

I didn’t use lube, I didn’t need to. He was already slick for me.

I spat into my palm, slicking my cock before pressing the head of it against his tight, puckered hole.

Cillian let out a strangled moan, his fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

“Don’t make a sound unless I tell you to,” I snapped.

I drove inside him in one hard, brutal thrust. Cillian screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, his entire body jolting.

He was tight—agonizingly so—but the way his walls clamped around me told me he loved the invasion.

I didn’t give him time to adjust. I began to hammer into him, my hips slamming against his glutes with a wet, rhythmic slap.

I reached forward, pinning his wrists to the headboard with one hand while the other gripped his hip, digging my fingers into his flesh to hold him steady.

I fucked him with a relentless, punishing pace, driving deep enough to hit his prostate with every stroke.

“Who owns this ass, Cillian?” I demanded, leaning down to bite the nape of his neck. “This Alpha ass.”

“You! You do!” he wailed, his voice breaking. Tears were streaming down his face, leaking into the pillow, but he was arching his back, pushing his hole harder against me, begging for the friction.

“Louder,” I commanded, slowing down just enough to tease him, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in.

“You own me! Please, Adrian, fuck me harder!!”

I obliged. I shifted my grip, flipping him over onto his back and hauling his legs up over my shoulders. The position opened him up completely, exposing his glistening, stretched entrance.

I looked down at him—this powerful Alpha, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath me. I started to pump into him again, my movements fast and aggressive.

Cillian’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He tried to reach for me, to pull me closer, but I slapped his hands away.

“Hands behind your head. Don't touch me until I say so,” I ordered.

He snapped his arms back, locking his fingers behind his head, leaving his chest heaving and exposed.

I increased the speed, my cock sliding in and out of his soaking wet heat with a loud, squelching sound. I could feel his internal muscles pulsing around me, milking me, desperate for a release.

“You're such a pathetic little slut for an Omega, aren't you?” I whispered, leaning in close so he could smell the peak of my heat.

“Yes... yes, I am,” he sobbed, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “I'm your slut... please, cum inside me... fill me up!”

I didn't answer. I wanted him on the edge. I pulled out abruptly, leaving him gasping and empty. He let out a whimper of genuine distress, his legs still shaking in the air.

“Beg for it,” I said, standing over him.

“Please... please, Adrian, I can't take it... I need you... please fuck me again!”

I grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the edge of the bed, flipping him onto his stomach once more, but this time I pushed his face down into the mattress and hiked his ass up high. I entered him from behind again, but this time I leaned my full weight onto his back, crushing him into the bed.

I fucked him with a feral intensity, my teeth sinking into his shoulder as I hit his sweet spot over and over. Cillian was completely gone, his voice reduced to incoherent moans and pleas. He was shaking violently, his prostate being hammered into submission.

As I felt my own orgasm building, I gripped his waist so hard I knew I’d leave bruises. I delivered five more deep, punishing thrusts, each one making Cillian scream into the mattress.

Then I flipped him again, earning a frustrated cuss from him.

“Ride me.” I sat on the bed and he climbed over, swallowing me whole.

A moan escaped my lips as he hugged me and began to bounce on my cock, desperately trying to milk me.

“Good boy, faster.”

Cillian was breathing hard, slowly reaching his peak, holding on to me so tightly like if he let go, I'd disappear.

A long thread of moans left his mouth and he didn't even try to stop or hide it. His lips kissed my neck as he buried his face in there.

I buried my cock deep inside his slick, pulsing cunt. The base of my shaft began to swell, stretching his hole.

I could feel his inner walls clench hard around my thickening bulge, milking it as I kept thrusting in short, grinding strokes.

With a final, guttural growl, I buried myself deep inside him and unloaded, my cum pumping into his depths in hot, thick bursts.

But at the same time, I felt Cillian's teeth dip into my flesh, the pain quickly substituted with pleasure.

Cillian collapsed, his body twitching as he came hard without even being touched, his own seed splashing between us.

I flipped us over and stayed inside him for a long moment, feeling his walls quiver around me.

I slowly pulled out, the sound of the suction loud in the quiet room. I looked down at the ruined Alpha, drenched in sweat and tears, completely spent.

“Clean me up,” I commanded coldly, lying back.

Without a second's hesitation, Cillian leaned forward and began to lick my thighs, his eyes still glazed with devotion.

His tongue traced the slick trails of my sweat and cum, each lap a quiet affirmation of his submission.

I let him continue for a few heartbeats, feeling the warm, wet pressure of his mouth against my skin, before I finally stepped away, leaving him panting and obedient on the rumpled sheets.