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He'd done this before, and so he felt as if his body knew what to expect, knew to sweep her closer. Her knees parted wider for his touch. And his eyelashes fluttered, suckling against the gem of her clit, slurping her all up into his mouth. He grew flushed and felt fixated by the heat of her—so warm, so gummy. There was a pulsing heartbeat on his tongue, and her juices were slobbering down his chin. She was hotter at the centre, the parts that stretched, slimy for something else, softer for something more. His cock jerked in his jeans.

He felt like an animal.

Helios wrapped his arms around her, and hoisted her knees over his shoulders, his hands sinking into her ass, pulling her closer to his face. She was trapped on him, trapped on his mouth unable to rock away, spread so wide Helios ate like he was at a fucking buffet. A muffled moan and she was bucking, fingers raking through his hair, tugging him, pulling him. She was almost sobbing, gushing all around him.

"Shh," he grouched, "I'm eating." And he was tonguing her slit, driving it up and down, dipping low and slurping her open. He was predator and she was prey, for his throat ache for more, his belly begging to be full.

"J-Helios, when did you get s-so good at this."

He inhaled. "You've had me when I was sick. This is me lucid."

And he was flicking the flat of his tongue on her cunt. His mouth open, then plugging it in her hole, tasting every drip. It was odd that he felt so good, that it tasted so good, that he wanted her pleasure more than his own. It was odd that he loved the way her cunt sounded on his tongue. The steaming squelches, the gasping, the screwed-up eyes. The kicking heels.

Her exhales brought him so much joy, his cock thrusting pathetically into the air. He wanted her to cum, and her sounds—sweet little ah, ah, ah. They renewed his strength and had him grinding, guzzling, sucking. His head bobbed when she squirted into his mouth. He was greedy for more, holding her closer, until she was too sensitive, until she had her thighs clamped against his cheeks so hard he felt dizzy. Helios's fingers travelled up her body, thumbs pressed to her back, fingers spanning her waist.

She'd soaked through the bench and it dripped on him, hot and viscous like honey. And her pussy was fluttering, clit so swollen he could almost jerk it off now that it was round and chubby. And he trapped it between his lips, sucking as hard as he could. She was vocal now through the milking. The gasps were now sweeter, little drawn-out 'ngah, ngah, ngahs' that only drove him to lick harder, the scent of her like melting sugar, like caramel spice. And his belly was so full from her lust, he was almost orgasming from its richness.

The deviant in him was growing, and he found his fingers travelling, dipping into the silky cocktail of his saliva and her cum. He'd never touched an Alpha this way, had never ever ventured this far. But his finger sank one knuckle into her cunt, tasting sin.

The sweet spot swallowing him down, buttery and melting, like wet, warm, gummy apple pie. It clenched around his finger, soft, ribbed for pleasure, ribbed for his cock. It pulsed hot and wet enough to prune his digit. It was different from an Omega's waterfall-like hole, vastly different in texture, incredibly made for sensitive glands and swollen shafts. And his hips jostled, tears in his eyes.

She was driving him fucking crazy.

One last suckle on her clit, one last flick of his tongue. He pulled his finger out and then pushed back into her quivering sucking walls. And she was gushing to his grunts, his clothed cock pulsating, shaking as he fingered her like he was fucking her. His orgasm descended too quickly, hips rutting, tummy concave, throbbing as he imagined what it would be like to cum into silky clingy walls. His cry warbled, wet, whiny, and needy.

A knot formed at the base of his cock, swelled to the puddle of his semen. His first official knot for an Alpha.

And Quinn came just as hard, groping her breast, spine curved, head tossed back. She squirted and it came bursting over his lashes, wet spray that he greedily lapped up like a dog. The taste of her coating him like honey, feeding him so full he felt as if he couldn't possibly want anymore. He smiled when the deluge subsided, breathing hard, cheek pressed to her inner thigh.

He was still cumming.

"F-fuck," he exhaled, squeezed his thighs together, flushed red at the endless semen. His body was determined to seed.

"Fuck," she agreed, panting all sensitive and shivery when he exhaled over her reddened cunt. And joy pelted at his chest, at the smile on her lips. "You're amazing," she breathed, and his eyes widened, blinks intensified, shyness growing. "So good." She had a thumb on his cheek, brushing juices from his lashes.

"R-really?" he trembled, pride growing. Omega puffing his chest up.

"The best I've ever had."

Helios glowed.

"Thank you," she said, eyes warm, so warm.

It seemed to erase all the experiences he had with Alphas, the way they took him and then left like he was nothing. The way they fucked his mouth and threw him to the ground with a snort. Instead, Quinn trapped his mouth on hers, ignoring that he was flavoured with her fluids. She kissed him soft and slow, feeding. She knew now how he wanted it and he melted against her, cheeks blushing, heart slowing to her eyes until it was all he could hear.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, saying all the right words at the right time. Helios felt…He felt…It was then that his eyes travelled, darted to the side, to the figure standing, waiting, watching, staring. The figure that was hidden in the shadows of the bushes, and the trees, eyes glowing. His heart fell.

Rowan.