"And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck. I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
~Ed Sheeran, 'Kiss Me'

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*Tharn's POV*

My initial response was to freeze.

Just a few days ago, Type was screaming at me to get out of his house. Now, he's kneeling in front of me, willingly kissing me.

A flurry of emotions sweeps through me: confusion, relief, pain, joy, hesitancy, love. I feel so overwhelmed all these feelings that I freeze in my spot, trying to process what's happening.

Type is kissing me.

Type. Is kissing. Me.

...and I'm just sitting still like a complete idiot.

I wrap my arms around Type's waist, and the suddenness of my action makes him gasp. I use the opportunity to slide my tongue past his lips. Type releases a melodic groan into my mouth, which makes my heat flare.

My heat had been extremely painful the past few days. I was hard as a fucking rock, with no way to relieve myself. And I wasn't able to resort to the same shameful method I had used in the past. Not again.

I was going insane. The only thing that cut through the intense cravings of my heat was the voice of Techno coming in through the mind link.

'Tharn!!' Techno had shouted. 'Is Type with you?'

The mention of my mate's name made my ears perk up, and my wolf whine. 'Type? No, he's not. Why? What's wrong?'

'He called out to me through the mind link,' Techno said frantically. 'I think he's in trouble. He mentioned something about some wolves and the forest behind his house, but he got cut off.'

A growl rumbled in my chest, both out of anger and fear. Type went into the forest during his heat? Was he crazy? Didn't he know that his scent would attract other wolves? Fuck, with how deliciously strong his scent was, it's no wonder a group of wolves found him.

'I'll find him,' I responded as I ran out of my house, towards the forest. 'I'll bring him back.' I didn't bother listening to Techno's reply. My focus was on Type, and how he was in a dangerous situation.

Shit. Shit! Type, please be okay. Please.

Once I reached the forest, I shifted without breaking my sprint. My clothes tore, and scraps of fabric fell to the ground. But I didn't care. I was too focused on tracking the scent of my mate.

It didn't take long for me to pick up on Type's scent. With the heat, his scent was extremely strong. That, and the plus that I could smell the fear rolling off of him, making his scent even stronger.

When I saw those four wolves cornering Type, I saw red. Forgotten was my heat, and the argument I had with Type a few days prior. The only thing on my mind was the fact that my mate was hurt by some stray bastards.

And god, did I want to tear them apart for even thinking about touching my mate. If Type hadn't stopped me, I would be drenched in their blood right now, and I would be relishing that feeling.

Instead, Type brushed his fingers through my fur, instantly calming me. Once I had reigned in my anger, I leaned down to lap at the wound on Type's leg. The wound gradually shrank down until it was barely a scratch. As an alpha, I have the ability to heal. It's come in handy for our past alphas in times of battle. We're able to heal and protect our soldiers, our pack.

I allowed myself to relax and shift back into my human form. Once the panic and anger subsided, the burn of my heat returned. The knowledge that we were both naked in the middle of a forest shrouded by darkness had me twitching with need.

I knelt down on the ground, keeping my distance from Type. For one, I was sure Type was going to be shaken up by what just happened, and the last thing he would need is me pouncing on him. And with my heat raging, I didn't trust myself to be too close to him. Especially with how stunning his bare form is.

Secondly, I just healed Type by running my tongue up his leg. Type hates me right now, and I can't imagine the amount of disgust he might've felt while I healed him. I could feel his emotions pushing at the mate bond, but I tried to block them out. I wouldn't be able to handle feeling his hatred for me, not right now.

Which is why I froze when Type cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

But now, the only thought occupying my mind is the feeling of Type's soft lips against mine. With my arms wrapped around his waist, I pull Type into my lap. He straddles me on the ground, running his hands from my face to my hair. I moan at that, deepening the kiss.

Every touch sets my skin on fire. Every moan that drifts from his mouth makes my cock twitch with desire. I want to ask Type what this means, but I don't get the chance. Type rocks his hips against mine, and the feeling of our cocks rubbing against each other makes my mind go blank. I can only feel.

I know Type feels it, too. His lust radiates through the mate bond, making my hardened cock leak. My lips leave Type's, and I smile at the small whimper that escapes him. I brush my lips over Type's throat, making him shiver. My lips continue their journey, leaving bruising kisses along his throat and collarbone.

I reach a hand in between our bodies to stroke Type's member. He moans loudly, tilting his head back and exposing more of his throat to me. I gently nip at his sharp jawline with my fangs, and Type tightens his grip in my hair.

"Tharn..." he sighs contentedly. "Fuck..."

He grinds against me, pulling a growl from my throat. Fuck, he's really testing my self control.

"Type," I pant against his throat. "If you keep making those sounds, I won't be able to hold back."

Type pulls back to look me in the eye. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded with lust, and his cheeks are flushed. He opens his mouth and huskily whispers the four words that make me lose control.

"Don't hold back, then."

I crash my lips against his, and he instantly moans into my mouth. I swallow up all his beautiful sounds, letting my tongue roam the hot cavern of his mouth.

Type's hands move from my hair to my back. When I sweep my thumb over his wet tip, Type whimpers and digs his fingernails into my back. I hiss, but the feeling is more pleasurable than painful. Type arches his back when my tongue flicks over his sensitive nipple.

Even through the dark atmosphere, I can see how gorgeous Type looks straddling my lap, arching his back and moaning from pleasure. Fuck, I want to see him fall apart like this every day.

My fingers tease his entrance, and Type pushes his hands against my chest. At first, I'm worried that he's stopping this, and that he's about to scream at me again. Instead, he stays perched in my lap and breathes heavily.

"This is a one time thing," he pants, raising an eyebrow to show me that he's serious. "And you can't mark me. I'm serious, Tharn."

A hum is the only response I can muster. If he's not ready for that step, I can wait. Frankly, all I care about in this moment is finally being with Type and satisfying our heats. I try to kiss Type again, but he pushes back and looks at me with a stern expression.

"Okay, okay, I promise. No marking," I promise him.

Type sighs and visibly relaxes. With my arms wrapped tightly around him, I flip us over so that I'm positioned on top of him. I attack his neck and chest with hungry kisses, desperately tasting every part of him that I can. When I move my lips down his body, Type parts his legs for me and bites down on his bottom lip.

I nearly cum on the spot from that. The way he's spreading his legs for me, and biting down on that perfectly plump lip of his... Thank fucking god that I have some self control yet, because I don't want to cum until I'm buried deep inside of him.

Type watches me, his eye glowing with lust. I brush my lips over his cock, teasing him further and making his tip weep with excitement. He tries to thrust his hips up to force himself into my mouth, but I turn my head to the side and smirk at him. Type whines in frustration when I start placing kisses on his thighs, moving lower and lower.

"W-What are you doing?" He asks as I pass over his cock, heading down lower.

In lieu of an answer, I place my hands underneath his thighs and push his knees up towards his chest. Type yelps when I press my lips against his entrance. His hand finds my hair, and he sinks his fingers into my dark locks as I push my tongue past his tight ring.

Type breathes heavily as I fuck him with my tongue, his whiny moans hitting my ears and making me want to fill him completely. With my free hand, I reach forward and stroke Type's pulsating member in time with the thrusts of my tongue. His cheeks are flushed in the darkness, and the blush is spreading down his neck to his chest. I flick my tongue up inside of him, and Type pulls my hair, which causes me to growl possessively. The sound makes Type shiver, and he pulls me closer to him.

I pull back with the intention of taking his length into my mouth, when an erotic scent hits my nostrils. Looking down, I see moisture pooling out of Type's entrance.

Fucking hell.

Slick.

When wolves become aroused to the point of near insanity, our bodies naturally prepare us for mating. For women... well, you can guess where their slick comes out of. Slick is a natural lubricant. For male Omega wolves with a male mate, slick forms in their entrance, and the muscles start loosening up to prepare to take their partner.

The fact that Type is aroused enough for slick to be coming out of him right now is... holy fuck.

Type lifts his head and follows my gaze between his legs. His nose scrunches up when he sees the liquid dripping out of him.

"Shit," he curses, looking up at me with a raised brow. "Does that mean I'm the bottom?"

A breathy laugh escapes me at the question. As if to prove a point, I bring my hand down and trace Type's entrance with my fingers. He squirms under my touch as I tease his entrance, and tiny moans drifts from his mouth.

"Fine," Type breathes, "but only because we're only doing it once."

I smirk at that before gathering some of his slick on my fingers. I gently push a finger past his rim, which has loosened up from the heat. Despite the fact that the slick will prep him naturally, I still want to be careful and make sure he's fully ready. The last thing I want to do is accidentally hurt him.

Type mewls beneath me as I pump my finger in and out of him. I add a second finger and curl them, making Type's hips shoot off the ground.

"Fuck! What was that?" Type gasps.

I smile at him and curl my fingers again, hitting his prostate over and over. Type cries out from the pleasure, and I add a third finger. I keep prepping him until Type is pushing his hips back, practically fucking himself on my fingers.

I pull my fingers out, earning a brief whine from Type until I line myself up with his entrance. My tip rubs against him, and I pause.

"Type."

"What is it?" Type asks, trying to push me into him. But I have a firm grip on his hips to stop him.

"Are you sure?" I murmur.

Type stops squirming and looks up at me. His eyes gleam and he slips his hand into my hair, pulling me down to him before whispering in my ear.

"Fuck me."

And I don't need to be told twice.

I slide into Type, slowly as to not hurt him. Once I'm fully in him, I wait until he gives me the cue to start moving. Type pants for a moment and grits his teeth as he gets used to my size. After a minute, Type nods his head for me to start moving.

I rock my hips forward, and Type throws his head back with a gasp. His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer to him, and his hands grip my shoulders as I thrust in and out of him.

My mind is swirling. Type is so much warmer and tighter than I ever imagined in my wet dreams. The feeling of his channel sucking me in makes my breathing ragged. I grip his hips to give me more leverage to thrust deeply into Type. His moans are loud, echoing through the empty forest. He sounds so incredibly sexy that it makes me want to pound even harder into him. But I hold back, instead going agonizingly slow.

"Tharn..." Type mewls. "Please..."

"Please what?" I whisper huskily. "What do you want me to do?"

Type flushes and bites his bottom lip. He presses a hand on my lower back to try and make me speed up, but I ignore his hints. I want to hear it from his lips.

"What do you want?" I repeat, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. "You want me to fuck you? You want me to thrust my cock deeper into your tight hole?"

My words make Type whimper and squirm. When he tries to force me deeper again, I stop my movements completely, making Type groan and glare at me.

"Just say the words," I grin, "and I'll give you whatever you want."

Type nibbles on his bottom lip. "Y-Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me!" Type snaps. "I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to mess me up. I want you to fuck me senseless. God dammit, Tharn, just fuck me!"

"Good boy," I smile, and thrust harshly into him. Type arches his back with a cry as I pound him, hitting his prostate dead on. I grab Type's legs and place them on my shoulders to take him even deeper. The sounds of Type moaning and our skin slapping together resonates in the forest.

I pull out for only a second to flip Type around on all fours before plunging back into him. Type's fingers sink into the forest floor as he desperately tries to hold onto something while I fuck him brutally.

"Fuck, yes, right there!" Type cries out.

"Shit, Type! You're so, ah, so fucking tight," I groan while I fuck him with everything I have. My fangs elongate, but I fight back to urge to mark him as my own. My wolf howls inside of me, begging me to complete the mating process, but I don't want to break Type's trust.

"Ah, Tharn, ah, fuck!" Type closes his eyes as he cums hard onto the forest floor. He clenches around me, and an animalistic growl breaks out from my throat as I hit my own high. I continue to thrust into him as we ride out our highs, until Type is a melted puddle in front of me.

I pull out of Type and we both collapse onto the ground. We breathe heavily as we lay next to each other in the grass and dirt. I turn my head to the side and look at Type. He turns his head to look at me, and I could've sworn I saw a small smile playing on his lips.

And that smile gives me the scariest feeling in the world.

Hope.

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Yayyyy the first sex scene👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

It's my daughter's one-month-birthday, and I'm celebrating by writing smut 😗✌🏼

For my next book, I'm thinking Arthit/Kongpob. Would you guys be interested in that? Lemme know!

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-Gumbie