Chapter 24

Xiomara rocked against my bulge as her sweet mouth sucked at my collarbone. The scent of her slick filled the room, making my thoughts cloudier by the second.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned as her teeth sank into my skin before her tongue lapped at the mark, soothing it.

Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pushed her down my body, making her giggle at my impatience. Her hair tickled my sides as it moved past, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

I wasn’t expecting her to nuzzle my hard cock against her cheek, and I growled. I wanted that mouth on me so fucking bad she was so sweet back in that classroom. I wonder why she was being a little brat now.

At my growl, she giggled again and then licked the flat of her tongue up the side of my cock before sucking my head in her mouth when she reached the tip. My fingers twisted in her hair, and I used the heel of my palm to push her down further, forcing her to take my cock in its entirety straight down her tight throat. I could feel her throat convulse in a gag, but I kept her right there.

“Fuuuck, baby. That’s a good girl, taking my cock so deep.” I threw my arm behind my head to prop me slightly up to watch as her eyes met mine, showing me the tears starting to form in those pretty blue eyes.

The sight of her tears made me throw my head back and groan loudly. In my pleasure, the pressure of my hand on the back of her head eased slightly, allowing her to push back a fraction of an inch, and I could feel the air she inhaled from her nose because my girth wasn’t giving her much option other than stretch around me.

She settled more between my legs as I moved them wider to accommodate. She was quick to hook her hands under my legs to grip my thighs, similar to what I did to her in the classroom before the break.

Gripping her hair tighter made her whimper around my cock, but I didn’t wait any further and used her head to fuck her throat. Every so often, I would push her all the way down to bury her nose in my public bone just to feel her throat convulse around me before letting her up just enough to inhale as much air as she needed before fucking her throat some more.

I was going to come. I was going to come down that pretty fucking throat. But as I blinked, the classroom was pitch black except for a sliver of moonlight. It wasn’t a classroom at all but a tent. Gasping out, I tightened my grip on the hair in my hand as a particularly tight suck practically sucked my soul through my cock. I looked down my body into glowing red eyes just as I filled his mouth, and my head fell back onto my sleeping bag.

“Xav,” I gasped out, releasing his hair, but he didn’t move from his position. Instead, he was purring, rubbing his cheek against my very wet cock, scenting me further.

“Why?” I asked once my breathing evened. But I already knew why.

“Please, G?” He rumbled. He pressed his cheek harder against my softening cock, making it pulse from the sensitivity. He must have been up for a while and in his rut. Why didn’t he know he was about to enter one before camping with me or at least letting us know so we wouldn’t be in this position right now?

I could feel him moving slightly now, and I realized he must be touching himself, too, as he nuzzled my cock repeatedly, making my face flush.

“Gideon, please?” Xavier’s voice was deep, and I couldn’t even hide my reaction to it because he was still fucking nuzzling my cock back to life.

But I couldn’t let him suffer his rut like this; maybe he didn’t even know it was coming. Sometimes ruts can come on too quickly or randomly, same with heats. Maybe Xavier wasn’t expecting it for some time.

I didn’t have the energy or willpower to push him away, so I nodded, and his reaction was instantaneous. He pushed my legs up to rest against my stomach and then promptly buried his tongue deep in my ass. It felt so fucking good.

The pressure of Xavier’s tongue against my rim had me seeing stars. He was relentless, like a starved man finally given a feast. His growls vibrated through me, making my already hard cock twitch with need.

“Fuck, Gideon,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak, “you taste so damn good. I could do this all fucking night.”

His words were a filthy promise, and I knew he meant every syllable. Xavier was lost in his rut, his need to dominate and claim me riding him hard. But even in this primitive state, he understood the necessity of preparation. I wasn’t an omega; I couldn’t just take him without proper stretching.

I felt his fingers, slick with saliva, probe at my entrance, and I instinctively tensed. Xavier didn’t miss a beat, his other hand moving to grip my cock, stroking me in time with the circles he traced around my hole.

“Relax for me, G,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the very core of me. “Let me in. I need to feel you, all of you, wrapped around my cock.”

I nodded, forcing my muscles to ease, and his finger slipped inside me. The burn was immediate, a sharp contrast to the pleasure he was coaxing from my dick. Xavier worked me open slowly, adding a second finger and scissoring them to stretch me further.

His movements were rough, uncoordinated in his urgency, but there was an undercurrent of tenderness that belied the frenzied nature of his rut. He was marking me, not just with his fingers or his teeth, but with a claiming that went beyond the physical.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice filled with awe and lust. “Taking my fingers like a good beta. But you’re going to take my cock, aren’t you, Gideon? You’re going to take it and fucking love it.”

I groaned in response, the idea of being filled by him both terrifying and exhilarating. Xavier’s pupils were blown, his alpha scent heavy in the air, mingling with my own arousal. He was magnificent like this, wild and untamed, and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the sight of him losing control.

He added a third finger, and I gasped at the intrusion, my back arching off the sleeping bag. Xavier leaned over me, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He was purring again, the vibrations traveling from his chest to mine, a soothing counterpoint to the burning stretch of his fingers inside me.

“Please, Xav,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for. More of his touch, his kiss, his cock—I wanted all of it, needed it with a desperation that bordered on painful.

Xavier seemed to understand, his fingers withdrawing before pushing back in with renewed vigor. “You’re ready for me, Gideon,” he said, the certainty in his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re ready, and I’m done waiting.”

He moved away from me, and I heard the rustle of clothing, the metallic rasp of a zipper being lowered. I turned my head, watching as Xavier shucked off his pants and underwear, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and already leaking precum.

He fisted himself, stroking slowly from root to tip as he looked at me, his gaze dark with lust. “This is going to be rough, G,” he warned, his voice guttural. “I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t promise anything.”

I nodded, spreading my legs wider in silent invitation. Xavier’s eyes flashed with raw, primal need, and then he was on me, his body covering mine as his cock nudged against my slick, well-prepared hole.

With one powerful thrust, he was inside me, the burn of his entry replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I cried out, my fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back, holding on for dear life as he established a brutal, unyielding rhythm.

“Mine,” he growled with each snap of his hips, his teeth grazing my neck, my shoulders, my jaw. “Say it, Gideon. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Xav,” I gasped, the truth of those words echoing in the deep, resonant space of my soul. “I’ve always been yours.”

He claimed my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my words, my moans, my very breath. Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, a meeting of flesh and spirit that transcended the physical realm.

The world narrowed to the feel of Xavier’s cock inside me, the taste of his kiss, the scent of our combined arousals. I could feel my orgasm building, a slow burn that started in my toes and worked its way up my body, gathering momentum with each thrust of Xavier’s hips.

“Come for me, Gideon,” he commanded, his voice ragged at the edges. “Milk my cock with your tight little ass.”

I could feel the strain in Xavier’s muscles, the way he held himself back from the brink, his body trembling with the effort. He knew I couldn’t take his knot, that my beta body wasn’t designed for the stretch and the swell of an alpha’s claiming. But god, the way he was fucking me, I could almost wish for it, could almost crave the pain that would come with that ultimate possession.

“Harder, Xav,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that enveloped us both. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He growled in response, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through me, and his hips snapped forward with renewed vigor. The force of his thrusts pushed me up the sleeping bag, my body sliding with each powerful motion.

I could feel my own climax approaching, a tight coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in my lower belly. My cock was hard again, leaking precum onto my stomach, and Xavier’s hand was there to catch it, to stroke me in time with his deep, relentless thrusts.

“Come for me, G,” he panted, his voice ragged at the edges. “I want to feel you come apart around my cock.”

His words were my undoing. With a hoarse cry, I came, my climax ripping through me like a freight train, my cock pulsing in Xavier’s hand as ropes of cum painted my chest and stomach.

Xavier’s rhythm faltered, his own release imminent, and then he was coming, too, his cock buried deep inside me as he filled me with jet after jet of hot, thick cum. But even as he came, he didn’t stop moving, his hips still working in a mindless, frenzied rhythm as his rut drove him onward.

I could feel him softening slightly inside me, but it didn’t matter. His knot might not have formed, but the base of his cock was swollen enough to keep him lodged firmly inside me, and the sensation of being so intimately connected to him, of being so completely filled, was almost too much to bear.

Xavier’s lips found mine again in a fierce, claiming kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands roamed over my body, mapping every inch of me with a possessiveness that left me breathless.

“Mine,” he murmured against my lips, his voice barely more than a whisper. “You’re mine, Gideon, and I’m never letting you go.”

And then he was moving again, his cock hardening inside me as he resumed his relentless fucking. The swollen head of his cock dragged against my prostate with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body, and I could feel another orgasm building within me, impossibly soon after the last.

I wrapped my legs around Xavier’s waist, urging him deeper, harder, faster. I wanted everything he had to give, wanted him to use my body for his pleasure, wanted him to mark me both inside and out with the evidence of his need.

The sounds of our lovemaking filled the tent, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh rasp of our breathing, and the low, guttural growls that spilled from Xavier’s lips with each deep thrust. It was raw and wild and utterly intoxicating.

And as we tumbled over the edge once again, my body clenching around Xavier’s cock as he filled me with his cum but never stopped fucking me, I knew I was in for a long fucking night.