Chapter 6

Brian

The boy was pushing back on his c*ck, sobbing with desire. Drugged by the pheromones, Brian sped up, f*ck*ng him harder. It took maybe thirty seconds, and the man came. His hole squeezed like a vise around Brian's c*ck, and the scent changed, turning into something one hundred times stronger. it felt like a virgin heat c*m. Brian's nostrils flared, and he bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Can't stop it. Can't." The stranger whimpered. "Why doesn't it stop?"

He needs me to stay sane, dammit! Brian gripped the man's hips tighter. "Don't fight it. Let it happen. Just keep coming." He thrust harder still until the room echoed with wet slaps of skin against skin. "Come for me! Now!"

Another orgasm rippled through the young body, stronger this time, his hole pulsing and c*ck spurting drops of c*m all over Brian's floor. Travis tried breathing through his mouth to stay at least a little rational, but the young, beautiful omega didn't make it easy.

"More! Please!"

He prolonged his thrusts, letting the man feel his whole length. The heated hole was dripping slick, insides soft like silk, and every thrust was a small taste of paradise. The omega's sounds changed; instead of wailing with panic and need, he was now groaning with pleasure, his voice deeper, guttural. And Brain marveled at the perfect harmony of their passion. A miracle, really.

"That's it. That's how it's supposed to feel." Brian stroked the omega's back soothingly, then reached around and caressed his straining c*ck. His guest shuddered and cried out with what sounded like pure delight. The tingle at the base of Brian's erection intensified, and the muscles in his *ss and thighs flooded with warmth as he moved, the omega's pheromones fueling his body with no regard to his rational will. In the end, he listened to his own advice and let it happen. His body knew best. He must have found the right rhythm and angle because the boy underneath him turned delirious with pleasure.

"Thank you…ah! Thank you… Yes!"

If he weren't mad with desire himself, he would have laughed at the young man's gratitude for having his *ss plowed.

"I need to knot you," Brian warned, "or it won't go away."

"I know." A needy whimper. "Do it. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh yes. There. Yes!"

"I'm sorry it has to be like this."

"It's good. So good. Don't stop!"

Hell, the scent. Brian inhaled with his mouth, gulping in the air, filling his burning lungs with the fragrance. He felt it all the way to his stomach, the essence of the stranger permeating his whole being, urging him to move faster, f*ck harder, delve deeper until he rutted against the open body in his arms like an animal, his long c*ck driving deep into the smaller man's guts. They couldn't speak anymore. Only sharp gasps of ecstasy tore out of their throats on every hard thrust.

The stranger shouted with another orgasm, longer and even more intense, and his body convulsed. The heated hole clenched harder than ever, and Brian saw stars. It felt as if a hungry mouth was sucking him in, the omega's strong internal muscles milking his c*ck, drawing his seed out of his balls.

Brian's eyes rolled back into his head. C*m gushed out of his c*ck, and his knot swelled, locking them together. Wrapping himself around the quivering body, Brian couldn't stop pumping his hips. The intensity of his pleasure bewildered him. Irrational notions blossomed in his brain like flowers in the spring, colorful and fleeting but beautiful, foolish ideas of love and tenderness. He must have forgotten how heat s*x felt. Had he ever been swept up by this powerful maelstrom of emotions before? The young omega was the center of his world. He opened his mouth over the boy's neck in an almost kiss. Protect, soothe. Love him.

Those damned pheromones was affecting him too much because he never felt this way even to his ex.

He looped his arms around the stranger's torso and laid them to the side. Inevitably, Brian landed in the virgin c*m splattered on the wooden floor. Oh, heaven. He wanted to roll around in it. In an attempt to keep himself under control, he gritted his teeth and pressed his face into the young man's sweaty hair, but his hips snapped forward anyway. The omega tensed with another bolt of pleasure, a deep guttural groan reverberating through his torso. He reached back with a wiry arm and gripped Brian's thigh.

Brian kept nuzzling the sweet-smelling skin. "Are you okay?" he murmured breathlessly.

"Yeah. Need just a little…ah…more."

Whatever you want. Brian gave another gentle thrust, his hips tight against the lovely, round *ss, pressing the knot harder onto the young boy's swollen prostate. Another deep moan.

"Oh yes. Keep moving."

A few tiny thrusts and Brian's hand slid up and down the omega's c*ck. The skin felt like velvet in his hand, slick in places from an abundance of c*m. The young man came one more time on a contented sigh.Thhelast few drops of his seed trickling over Brian's fingers. His body grew heavy with relief. The heat wave was over, but tension still coiled in the pit of Brian's stomach. Without thinking, he brought his soiled palm to his face and inhaled deeply. Brian licked the stranger's c*m.

Concentrated smell and taste of virgin heat turned his soul inside out. His knot jerked with immediate release, and his hips snapped forward. Behind his closed eyelids, the world burst into vibrant colors. The more he gasped with pleasure, the stronger the scent became, and he clutched the miraculous creature he'd found, nestling himself as deep as he could into the pliant, warm body. He heard his own rumbling moans. He could almost see himself from the outside, hips rutting, teeth bared against the omegas neck, mauling the slender man like a mindless beast. When he resurfaced from the most intense orgasm of his life, Brian worried he'd held the boy too tight, pushed the knot too deep. But the omega only sighed, a sound of both profound satisfaction and fatigue. Filled with Brian's c*m, his gland under the constant pressure of the pulsating knot, he seemed able to relax. "Thank you." The words came out on a soft exhale. "You need to rest," Brian murmured. The omega lay limp in Brian's arms, and his voice was barely audible when he mumbled, "I'm sorry." "Shh, don't apologize. Sleep. Don't think about anything. Just sleep." "Feels so damned good inside me."

"It's supposed to.