Alpha Awakened (Reaper Pack 84, #1)

Chapter 49

“Come here then.”

Ice pulled his lover over to straddle his lap then waited for him to begin his lesson.

“Step one. Touch me,” Dylan playfully instructed.

He put his hands on Dylan’s thighs, feeling the warmth and strength of the muscles beneath the fabric of the camo pants. He smoothed them up until he reached his firm, tight waist. Tugging Dylan’s T-shirt free of his pants, he slid his hands beneath to touch his skin. It was hot and smooth against his palms.

Ice smiled up at his gorgeous omega. “What’s step two?” he softly asked.

“Kiss me,” Dylan whispered the instruction as he leaned down to meet him.

Like the good soldier he was, Ice followed the order. One hand gripping the nape of his lover’s neck, the other arm banded across his waist, he pulled Dylan in close for a kiss. Their lips met softly, exploring as if this were their first kiss. When a tiny little moan came from Dylan, Ice deepened it, slowly licking into his mouth. As they kissed, Dylan started to roll his hips, brushing their cocks together with each pass.

Electric sparks licked up Ice’s spine at the contact and he started to harden in his pants. Deciding he wanted to be in a more comfortable position for this, he shifted around and rose up on his knees, lifting Dylan with him.

“What...?” Dylan started in surprise as he clung to his neck.

“Relax. I got you.”

He carefully laid Dylan down on the blankets. Once he was settled on his back, he began to undress him. First he pushed off his T-shirt. Then he removed his boots and socks. Last, he guided him to raise his hips so he could take off his pants. The omega was left in his tight white briefs. His erection pushed against the cotton, the tip leaving a dark wet spot on the material.

Still clothed, Royce lay down beside him. He wanted to make out with his lover and knew if he got naked too they’d be fucking before he had a chance to indulge himself.

Propped up on one elbow, he leaned down to resume their kisses. Making out with Dylan was like a wonderful dream come to life. He lazily curled their tongues together, taking frequent pauses to gently bite at Dylan’s lush lower lip. Dylan brought a hand up to hold him close by the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through the short hair there. Royce groaned. He liked the way that felt — the touch a shade possessive as if Dylan had to keep him close.

His cock was hard, pressed up against Dylan’s bare thigh. He started rocking his hips, seeking the friction of his clothed cock sliding over skin. Dylan began moving his hips too. But he was pushing up into nothing but air. Which made him whine in frustration.

They were getting too worked up. To slow them down a little, Royce pulled back from their kiss. He raised his head to look down at Dylan. The very sight of him made Royce’s breath catch in his chest. Eyes glowing with arousal, so bright they rivaled the stars above. Lips kiss swollen and colored a pretty rose red. And his body. That gorgeous, well-built, muscled body.

“I know you don’t need the reassurance,” he said as he met Dylan’s gaze. “But your body is beautiful. Want my hands on every single muscle.” Royce went after what he wanted, stroking his hands over Dylan’s torso and arms. He skimmed his fingertips over his skin, making Dylan shiver. Then he switched to gripping his muscles, testing their firmness.

As he squeezed Dylan’s pecs, he saw that his nipples were pebbled from the cool night air. They tightened even more when Royce licked his thumb, then brushed over them with the damp digit.

Dylan gasped, back arching high to press his chest into the touch, silently asking for more of it.

Royce gave in to the request, sweeping his palms over his pecs, plucking at the tight buds of his nipples. The sworls of hair on his chest were crisp but soft. The hair softened even more as it trailed down to his groin, Royce following the path of it with his hand. “Love the way your body hair feels on my palms.”

Dylan’s blush at the praise was barely visible in the dark, but Ice could scent that he was pleased.

“I don’t need the reassurance, but I appreciate it.”

Royce leaned back down and kissed him again while his lips were still parted. This time it was hungry and deep. He tugged Dylan’s leg over his hip and Dylan slid his arms around his neck. As they kissed with increasing desperation, Royce stroked his hand up and down Dylan’s bare back before slipping it into his briefs to grasp his ass.

Bodies pressed so close not even the cold air could fit between them, they rocked their hips to brush their clothed cocks together in a simulation of sex. Using his grip on Dylan’s ass he guided his movements, urging them both faster and harder until they were panting and moaning, lips still touching but barely kissing. Royce was hard and aching, arousal tightening in his gut. But he wasn’t ready to take it to the next step yet. He planned to hold out a little longer, until Dylan pressed his face into the curve of his neck and begged in a needy whisper.

“Royce, please.”

Instantly, Royce was ready to give his omega what he needed. He didn’t question it, he just sat up to take off Dylan’s underwear then his own clothes and boots. Moving with quick, military efficiency, he was undressed in seconds. Naked, he was about to slide on top of Dylan, when the omega sat up.

“Lay down for me,” Dylan said as he pushed him to his back.

Royce allowed it, up for whatever Dylan wanted to do. His cock throbbed when Dylan confidently swung a leg over him to sit astride his lap.

“Want to ride you,” Dylan whispered huskily.

Royce was more than okay with that. “Have at it, soldier.”

Dylan grinned, teeth white in the darkness. He moved to scoot back onto Ice’s thighs.

Ice didn’t think it was by accident that the head of his cock ended up caught between Dylan’s ass cheeks with the movement. He hissed with pleasure as it dragged over Dylan’s slick-wet skin then his plump, round balls before springing free to land on his stomach with a wet slap.

Once Dylan was settled in position, he reached behind himself.

Ice watched as Dylan’s lashes fluttered down to rest on his cheeks and his fangs sank into his lip to stifle a moan. He couldn’t see what Dylan was doing, but it was easy to guess. The omega was sliding his fingers into his entrance, pleasuring himself. His guess was proven correct when Dylan brought his hand back to the front, his fingers now wet and shiny with slick. He used that hand to stroke Royce’s cock, getting his slick all over the shaft.

Royce’s blood thickened, balls aching at the arousing sight. His cock, big and veiny, being worked by Dylan’s strong hand, the omega using his own slick to prepare the cock that was going to fuck him.

“That was hot, sweetheart,” he said with a roll of his hips. “Get me wetter.”

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Dylan repeated the actions. Reached back. Gathered slick on his fingers. Wrapped his wet hand around Royce’s cock and stroked.

A deep groan rumbled in Royce’s chest. “That feels good,” he said roughly.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” Dylan asked.

He twisted his wrist when he reached the crown. The move set off sparks of pleasure low behind Royce’s navel, making him thrust his hips up once more. He had to take a deep breath before answering the question.

“I said it feels good. But being inside you feels amazing. And that’s what I want tonight.”

He peeled Dylan’s hand off his dick and replaced it with his own. He held it straight up, while with the other hand he beckoned Dylan to come forward. “Come and take your ride, sweetheart.”

Dylan rose up on his knees and moved until he was kneeling directly over Royce’s stiff cock. Their gazes locked in the most intimate eye contact as Dylan started to slowly sink down on it. Once he was half way down, Royce moved his hand out of the way. He brought it to his nose, nostrils flaring as he pulled in the intoxicating scent of his lover’s slick.

“Smells delicious,” he said husky and low.

But that wasn’t enough. He needed to taste it too. Royce sucked a finger into his mouth, licking the pad of it, groaning as he got the flavor of his lover’s slick on his tongue.

Dylan whined as he watched him lick his essence from his fingers. He pushed down, taking in the last few inches so that Royce was buried all the way inside his snug warmth. Bracing the flat of his palms on Royce’s chest, Dylan started to ride. He rose up on Royce’s cock, nice and slow, then sank back down on it. They both groaned when he was fully seated once more.

He rose and fell again and again, each time increasing his speed. Soon, he was fully bouncing up and down on Royce’s cock. The tight, wet glide felt so good, the base of Royce’s spine was already tingling with pleasure.

“ Fuck ,” he drew out the curse on a long, ragged exhale. “That’s it. Ride me. Just like that.”

With a moan of assent, Dylan continued to move.

Royce was entranced watching his muscled body rise and fall. Strong thighs flexing to power his movements. Head thrown back, exposing the column of his throat and the mating glands on either side of it. Panting breaths visibly puffing in the cold air as he worked himself up and down on his cock. His own cock, stiff and flushed, swaying with every bounce. Pre-cum dripped from the head to slide into the dark curls nestled at the base of his shaft. And the moonlight dusted his skin with silver. He was beautiful.

The sound of their sex took over the night. The sensual slap of skin, their groans, and the creaking of the truck as it rocked from their movements were louder than the chirping of crickets and hooting of owls. And the scent of it... Royce wanted to shift into wolf form and roll around in the blankets until the smell of their sex was embedded in his fur. All of it felt primal, natural and raw, in a way that satisfied his wolfish instincts.

Overcome with passion, he couldn’t simply lie still. Royce bucked his hips up, meeting Dylan when he dropped down, their bodies crashing together with a satisfying smack . Dylan gasped his name.

“Royce! Keep... doing... that.”

Royce wouldn’t have been able to stop fucking him into him if he tried. “Never done this before,” he gritted out from between teeth clenched tight with pleasure.

Dylan raised his head to look at him. “Never done what?”

“Made love outside.”

“Do you like it?”

With a rough laugh, Royce gripped the omega’s waist even tighter. “I fucking love it.”

And he did. He was hit with the urge to howl with how amazing it felt — cock buried inside tight heat, cool air brushing his fevered skin. Dylan must have felt the same, because he dropped his head back again and let a long howl pour from his throat. Royce answered him in kind, embracing the freedom of howling to the moon while deep in the throes of sexual pleasure.

When they quieted, they stared at each other, breathing hard, still fucking.

He slipped his hands down to grab handfuls of Dylan’s ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Then he pulled them apart, holding them spread open. He clapped them together, making Dylan moan.

Lips pursed in a luscious pout, Dylan leaned down to kiss him. There was no finesse to it. Just a rushed meeting of lips and tangling of tongues. The new position let Dylan change the angle of his hips. He slammed them up and down with short, quick movements, sweaty and groaning with the effort.

“So tight. So wet,” Royce got out between filthy, deep kisses.

Dylan nipped his lip.

“And you’re so fucking hard inside me,” he said after he soothed the bite with his tongue.

Royce loved the way Dylan talked to him during sex. And fuck, he was already close to the edge, his shaft throbbing, balls drawing up tight.

“Need to come, sweetheart. You with me?”

Mouth open as he panted, Dylan nodded. “I’m with you.”

Royce planted the flats of his feet on the truck bed, bracing himself to furiously thrust his hips up. At the same time, he used his grip on Dylan’s waist to slide him back and forth on his cock.

“Taking me deep,” he said with a growl thick in his voice. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.”

The first tensing of Dylan’s inner muscles began squeezing his cock — a sign that he was about to come. Unable to hold back anymore, Royce let go. He came hard in a breath stealing, bone-deep burst of pleasure. Spine tingling, cock throbbing with it.

Royce closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as he continued fucking his hips up. Every thrust had him spilling his seed deep inside his lover, making them both even more wet, the musky alpha scent of it mingling with the smell of their sex already perfuming the air. Royce groaned and cursed, all of his senses narrowing to focus on the climax rolling through his body until he was left twitching with aftershocks.

Once every ounce of sensation had been wrung from him, Royce stilled and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that Dylan hadn’t come. His cock was still deep pink and straining, his shoulders heaving, and stomach muscles twitching as he held himself back.

“You said you were with me,” he said with a lazy roll of his hips.

Dylan looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“I lied. Wanted you to go first this time.”

Royce grunted. “You got what you wanted. Now let’s take care of you.” Determined to make his lover feel as good as he had, he took his cock in hand and began to stroke.

Dylan began moving again, soft, pretty moans coming from his lips as he pushed his cock through the tight grip of Royce’s fist.

“You did so good tonight,” Royce praised. “Gave me everything with your beautiful body. It’s your turn now. Come for me, sweetheart.” He pumped him faster, hand flying up and down his hot, silky shaft.

“Ah!” Dylan cried out to the night sky.

He came, his cock pulsing his release. Pearl white cum spilled into Royce’s fist in a rush. As Dylan shuddered through his climax, his ass milked Royce’s cock even though he’d already come. It was almost too much on his sensitive flesh, but he loved it anyway. He took Dylan all the way to the end, until his shudders and moans died down into tired stillness.

With a breathy, satisfied sigh, Dylan collapsed on top of him. Royce wrapped his arms around Dylan’s back in a hug, holding him as he recovered. Drained of all the tension, their bodies grew loose and relaxed, chests pushing together as they caught their breath.

“So,” Dylan started after long moments of quiet. “Did you like your first truck picnic?”

Royce chuckled and kissed his temple. “Affirmative.”

After withdrawing from Dylan, Royce rearranged them so that they were beneath one of the blankets. He curled an arm around Dylan and pulled him up against his side. They snuggled in close, protected from the chill night air. Not yet ready to leave, they talked, keeping the conversation light so they could enjoy their peaceful time together.

As Royce lay there, quietly chatting with his lover and squadmate, he realized that Dylan had been right. It was nice to have a place of warmth of comfort as a respite from the hard violence of their lives. Here, in the back of a pickup truck with his lover in his arms, Royce thought that life couldn’t be more perfect.