Chapter 36 RESTRAINT
RAGNAR'S POV
I take a deep breath and really take in all I'm seeing.
Sebastian’s back is a canvas of my all my marks from my teeth and nails
He’s a plain slate stained with red and suspicious sticky white fluid all over.
He’s trembling underneath me, still soaked in his own slick that's driving me insane with every breath and that's just in addition to his scent filling the entire room.
I can feel my cock throbbing and making little jerks against the cleft of his ass.
His slick is coating me from root to tip as I move forward and back in slow teasing strokes watching him murmur and beg.
Every instinct in my blood screams to push forward. To put his head so down into the bed that I don't see whilst I breed him like an animal.
To fucking knot him and hold on to him with only my fangs in his neck and leave a bite so ghastly, no other wolf would look at him the same way ever again.
To breed him for days and claim what the moon goddess has rightfully bestowed to me.
Yurik surges inside me like a drifting boat fighting against me.
“Take him Ragnar! Claim him. He offers himself to you! Fill him until he carries our scent for weeks and he's leaking because of it, he’s practically begging for you!”
My wolf’s voice is a roar at the back of my skull sounding primal and crazy.
My vision flickers to gold at the edges, a clear sign that Yurik is trying to force a partial shift to try and seize control from me.
My gums ache with a mild pain as I feel my fangs start to grow longer and larger.
My knot is already swelling at the base of my cock, throbbing and aching with each heartbeat.
I haven't had a knot in years so this feeling feels like.sweetbtirture to me.
Like the kind you get from scratching at an injury.
Everything in me is demanding I pin him down and lock inside his slick heat that’s clenching around nothing right in front of me.
I brace my forearms on either side of Sebastian’s head, caging him even further to hold him down without crushing him.
My hips move forward of their own account and I slide my length through the slick valley of his perky cheeks nearly blowing right then.
It feels fantastic.
If this was just how it is with just touching and rubbing I could imagine how euphoric it would feel when I finally penetrate him fully.
The head of my member catches on his rim maybe once or twice and just as he's ready and happy, I pull away causing him to whine.
He pushes back on me rubbing his ass against my member with a broken whine and the sound nearly undoes me.
“Ragnar…” My name is a plea on his tongue, desperate and begging just how I like it.
I drop my forehead to his neck, breathing him in.
He smells like a really sweet and ripe fruit, like a peach just waiting for me to bite into him.
My control is eroding by the second.
“He’s in heat,” I remind Yurik and myself. “His very first heat. He’s never done this before so he doesn’t know what he’s asking for.”
Yurik snarls. “He knows enough Ragnar! He’s dripping for us and he bit us. He clearly wants our mark.”
He’s not wrong.
Sebastian’s teeth are still imprinted on my left shoulder, a sharp pain that stings with a possessive pride I have that I bear his mark.
But I still don't care about any of it.
Consent during heat, especially during an Omega's heat isn't the same as when they're clear headed so I swore during the lawmaking that I won't be the type of Alpha that ‘conveniently’ goes along with it.
Even if that Omega is my mate.
Even if that Omega was currently begging and grinding against my cock.
Even if holding back feels like tearing a piece of my heart and burning it.
So I pull my hips back away, just enough that I’m no longer really close to breach him.
Sebastian whimpers in protest at my decision but I pin his hips gently with one hand. “Easy,” I rasp out massaging his skin with small strokes. “I’ve got you.”
I slide down his body instead making him sigh in relief as I press open mouth smooches and sucking along his spine.
Every curve gets a lick or a bite from me.
They are light marks that will probably fade my morning.
And finally, I reach the small of his back and spread his thighs wider while settling.between them.
The sight of him, oh goddess.
He's red and pink and red all over with slick actively sliding out slowly from him.
I think I've found my favorite color from now on.
Yurik howls in my head. “Taste him Ragnar. If you won't claim him then at least know how he tastes.”
I ignore the wolf and drag my tongue in one long downward lick from his balls to his hole.
Sebastian jolts under me and lets out a strangled cry tearing from his throat.
So I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until he’s shaking and until the sheets under him are soaked and messed up because of him.
I wait just until his pleas turn to mumbled begging and sobs.
Only then do I press my tongue inside.
And he immediately clenches around me feeling very soft and warm causing me to groan mentally at the visualization Yurik shows me of how it would look with my cock in him.
Manipulative wolf!
The taste of his slick is like sugar cane and pine mixed together.
It's sweet and I discover after a while that it's addictive.
So I fuck him with my tongue until he’s grinding back in wanting abandon against my face and until his thighs are trembling so hard I have to hold them open to continue.