"You can touch me with slow hands. Speed it up, baby, make me sweat."
~Demi Lovato, 'Body Say'

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*Type's POV*

"That was the last time, Tharn. I mean it," I insist, buttoning my denim pants.

Tharn smirks as he tugs his shirt back down. "Whatever you say."

"I'm serious. We're not doing this again."

"You've said that every time for the past five months, and yet... here we are," Tharn teases. With a mischievous grin, Tharn leans in closer to me. I glare at him and shove him away. Tharn chuckles and finishes redressing. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

I hum and nod my head. "Yeah. But I'm just going for the pack. Not for anything else."

"Of course," Tharn inclines his head, but there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that tells me he doesn't believe me. I glare at him and throw a pillow from my bed at his face. He laughs and catches the pillow, throwing it back at me. He finally leaves the room, and I release a deep sigh I didn't know I was holding. I flop back onto my bed, wincing at the slight pain in my hips brought on after our third round earlier.

Annoyance presses heavily on my chest. Tharn's cockiness is irritating, but he does have a point. I do tend to say each time is the last time, but we always find our way back to each other during our heats. Ever since I gave in that first time five months ago, my body has instinctively craved Tharn every time my heat rolls around. It's not like I want to give into him. I'm still not okay with having a guy as my mate. But until I can figure out how to sever the mate bond without causing either of us pain, I have to deal with the fact that my heat makes me crave Tharn's touch. We're just... scratching an itch. Having sex so that our heats won't reach unbearable levels.

It's temporary.

....Right.

Luckily, today is the last day of our heats for this month. We're having a gathering of our friends within our pack tomorrow, and I'd really rather not have to deal with my cock pitching a tent inside my shorts while all my friends are watching. Nothing says 'awkward' like sporting a boner in the middle of the pack house.

It's been a while since our friends got together to hang out. School started back up a few months ago, which has kept us all busy. I still see Techno at the university, considering we're both studying law. Law wasn't my first choice for a major, but my dad convinced me to give it a try. While most wolves have their roles in the pack set out for them, as an omega, I don't. A male omega is pretty rare. Most omegas are women, and their roles are to provide children for the pack. Since I'm a guy, I don't have that ability; therefore, I don't have a role. My dad said it would be smart for me to study law and get a job as the pack lawyer. He also hinted that as the future Luna, I wouldn't have to worry about getting a job. But I brushed off his comment. Tharn and I may be fucking, but we're not in love, and I'm certainly not going to be his Luna. So, that lead to me signing up to study law.

Besides, I think I would like being a lawyer. Arguing is one of my favorite pastimes.

I roll onto my side on the bed and breathe in, accidentally catching a whiff of Tharn's scent on my pillow. There's a strange tingly sensation in my stomach. Huh, weird. Must be because I'm still in heat. The scent is comforting, and I find myself keeping my face buried in my sheets until I can finally fall asleep.

***

"Type! You made it!" A voice calls out. I look up to see Champ making his way over to me with a goofy grin on his face. Our gathering is at our pack house, and all of our friends are animatedly chatting.

"Hey, Champ. It's good to see you. How are your classes?" I ask. Champ excitedly tells me all about his medical classes. From the doorway on the other side of the room, I see Team watching us warily, and I smirk. This is what happens when you allow yourself to fall in love with your mate. You start becoming overly possessive and protective, even if you know there's not an actual threat. Team knows deep down that I'm not hitting on Champ, yet I can practically smell his jealousy.

"Yo, Team!" I call out. Champ turns around and brightens at the sight of his mate. Team relaxes when he sees Champ smiling at him, and makes his way over to us. He slips an arm around Champ's waist and presses a kiss to his temple.

"Do you want anything to drink? Somebody spiked the punch," Champ winks at Team. Team chuckles, and we both know that 'somebody' is Champ.

"Sure, thank you," Team murmurs before kissing Champ's forehead once more. Champ beams and heads towards the kitchen. Once he's out of earshot, I turn back to Team.

"So..." I start. "You're being more clingy than usual."

Team blushes and scratches the back of his neck. Clearing his throat, he wordlessly pulls down the collar of his shirt, and my jaw drops.

"You mated?" I ask in disbelief, staring at the mark prominently displayed on the side of his neck. Champ's wearing a high-collared shirt, so I didn't notice the matching mark he's sure to have.

"Is that so crazy?" Team scoffs, raising an eyebrow at me. "We're mates, and I love him. In fact, I think it's crazier that we didn't mark each other during our first time. We both knew we were going to stay together, and the sex was amazing. But, I guess it was more special that we waited until we said we loved each other for the first time. And let me tell you, our emotions were so high, and marking each other felt so good. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"Ew, ew, TMI," I scrunch my nose and cover my ears, not really in the mood to hear about my friend's orgasms. Team laughs and lightly hits my arm as Champ returns.

"What's so funny?" Champ asks as he hands Team his drink.

Team shakes his head with a chuckle. "Nothing. Just messing with Type."

Champ gives Team a quizzical smile, but still leans in to kiss Team on the cheek. Team looks at Champ with adoration shining in his eyes, as if Champ is the most precious thing in the world, and Champ blushes under his gaze. My chest tightens as I watch them.

I want that.

I want someone to look at me like that. I want someone to show off the mark I gave them, proudly stating that we are mates. I want someone to kiss me in public, unashamed of what anyone else thinks.

I want...

My eyes drift over to Tharn, who's sitting in the living room, talking to Techno. I start imagining what my mark would look like on his neck. How it would feel to have him publicly claim me. To have everyone watch as he kisses—

"Type," a feminine voice interrupts my thoughts. I blink and turn around to see Puifai standing behind me. Her brown hair is wavy and falls to the middle of her back. She's smiling at me, which makes her honey eyes twinkle. "Long time, no see. You're looking good," she adds with a wink.

I grin at Puifai. "Same to you. How have you been?"

"I've been well," she says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Still haven't found my mate, which kinda sucks. I had hoped that we would be mates."

"Really?"

"Of course," Puifai smiles brightly, and then sighs. "But I guess it wasn't meant to be. Speaking of... have you found your mate yet?"

Oh, that's right. No one knows that Tharn and I are mates. The only people we've told are our parents and Techno. It was my choice to not tell the rest of the pack. I told Tharn it's because I don't want them to start treating me differently, considering I would be the next Luna. But really, I'm just postponing it until I can break the mate bond.

The most common way to break the mate bond is to flat out reject your mate. But rejection causes deep emotional and physical pain for both parties, and I want to avoid that. Not just for my sake, but for Tharn's as well. It's not Tharn's fault he's a guy, and that he's unfortunate enough to be my mate. He's bound to at least be offended when I break the bond, but I want to minimize the pain as much as possible. We're still friends, after all. I'm not sure if there even is a way to break the bond without causing us both pain, but I'm not giving up yet. The pack elders may have refused to help me, but I'm sure I can find someone who is willing to help. I'm not giving up.

And yet... the idea of giving up is strangely tempting. Would it be so bad to stay as Tharn's mate?

I'm contemplating that thought when I feel a hand touch my arm. I blink out of my daze and refocus on Puifai, who is still waiting for an answer. Puifai is gorgeous. She's everything a guy should want in a mate. She's what I should want. I shouldn't want Tharn. I shouldn't...

"No," I lie smoothly. "I haven't found my mate."

Puifai smiles warmly and steps closer to me. "It's tough, isn't it? Not knowing who your mate is, having to go through all this alone... having to go through your heat alone." My eyes widen and I swallow thickly when Puifai places a hand on my chest. "As your friend... I want to be there for you. For whatever you need," she purrs in my ear.

The meaning of her invitation sets in. Instead of feeling the excitement I thought I would feel, it feels like there is a rock sitting in my stomach. What's wrong with me?

A low growl rumbles throughout the room. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Puifai looks around the room with wide eyes, searching for the source. I don't need to search, though. I know exactly where that possessive growl is coming from.

From his seat on the couch in the living room, Tharn's dark eyes are locked on me and Puifai. The possessive gleam in his eyes makes my cock twitch, which further confuses me.

My heat was supposed to end yesterday... why am I still being affected by Tharn?

My gaze locks on Tharn. His dark hair is swept away, showing off every part of his chiseled face. His moon shaped eyes are narrowed, and when he sees Puifai's hand still touching my chest, I could've sworn I saw his dark eyes flash gold for a second.

My skin feels hot, and my cheeks begin to turn pink. Tharn runs his tongue along his bottom lip, making me weak in the knees. He doesn't need to say anything for me to know exactly what he's thinking.

And by the way he's getting up from his seat, he's planning on acting on those thoughts right now.

He strides over to where I'm standing with Puifai and grabs ahold of my wrist. He yanks me to his side, making Puifai's eyes widen with shock.

"Excuse us," Tharn growls. He pulls me behind him, leading the way up the stairs to his office in the pack house. The door slams and locks behind us, and immediately Tharn has me pinned to the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" I question sharply. "Everyone just saw you manhandling me like a jealous caveman."

"The way you were letting that woman touch you made me feel like a jealous caveman," Tharn growls lowly in my ear. I try to ignore how aroused I am by that low, possessive tone of his.

"What right do you have to get jealous? You're not my boyfriend."

"I'm your mate!"

"You don't own me!" I snap. "I can talk to whoever I want. What I do with Puifai is none of your business."

Tharn raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh, really? Are you saying it's not my business if she touches you?" Tharn places a hand on my chest, mimicking the way Puifai touched me downstairs. But instead of that odd feeling of dread, I feel heat pooling in my stomach.

"No," I manage to choke out. "It's not."

Tharn leans in closer and runs his tongue from my neck to my ear. Despite my resolve to stay strong, a whimper escapes my throat.

"Tell me something, Type," Tharn whispers huskily in my ear. "When she touches you, do you enjoy it?" His hands find mine, and he intertwines our fingers before bringing my arms up and pining them to the door. He leans down and nips lightly at my throat. "Does she make you want to beg for more? Does her touch make your cock so hard, that you're sobbing with pleasure, pleading with her to fuck you senseless?"

"Tharn!" I breathe out, feeling embarrassingly hot from his words. Tharn presses his own arousal against mine, and my breath hitches.

"Do you think she could make you feel as good as I can? Do you think she can fuck you until you're a moaning mess? Do you think anyone could fill you up the way I can?"

Shit, I can't even hide how turned on I am right now. My member is achingly hard, pushing against the confines of my pants. Tharn shifts and brushes against me, making me moan.

Is this the heat? Is it lasting longer than the usual three days this time?

I don't have much time to question it, because Tharn's hand finds its way into my pants. He grabs me tightly, making me gasp as his thumb brushes over my already leaking tip. He starts stroking me, and I have to bite my lip to keep myself quiet.

"W-Wait," I stammer. Tharn stills his movements and looks at me. I swore last time would be the very last time. I can't... we shouldn't...

Oh, fuck it.

I lean forward and capture Tharn's lips with mine. He's taken off guard for a brief moment before hungrily responding to the kiss. He releases my hands, which immediately finds his hair. My fingers tangle in his silky locks and I pull him impossibly close. Our kiss is hot and wild, nearly animalistic.

Tharn trails his lips down to my throat, suckling the skin and leaving bruises behind. His hands slide under my shirt, and his thumbs caress my nipples. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows all of the sounds brought on by my arousal. I pull him back up to me and hungrily connect my lips to his neck. My tongue traces every inch of his throat, and I pause to leave a love bite in his sweet spot; beneath his jaw, right next to his ear lobe. Tharn growls and quickens the strokes of his hand on my leaking cock. I buck up into his hand. I'm about to hit my peak when Tharn suddenly withdraws his hand.

"Tharn..." I moan, wordlessly begging for more.

"Beg for it," he growls.

"Fuck, Tharn," I whimper. "Please, just..."

"Just what, pup? I want to hear you say it."

I lock eyes with his. Tharn's pupils are blown and his skin is flushed. He's breathing heavily, and I can feel how badly he wants me as he presses against my thigh. Seeing that I affect him as much as he affects me sends a jolt of confidence through my body.

Smirking, I pull him closer until our foreheads are touching. I reach down and palm his erection over his pants, making Tharn shudder.

That's right, asshole. Two can play at this game.

Reaching inside his pants, I pull his cock out, feeling him hot and heavy in my palm. I run my fingers from base to tip, enjoying the long groan Tharn releases. He gasps when I suddenly start pumping him roughly, paying special attention to his sensitive tip. I brush my lips over the sensitive part of his throat as I continue to stroke him. I hear Tharn's breathing quicken, and I pull my hand away before he can find his release.

"Type..." he half-whines, half-growls.

"Beg for it," I mimic his words from earlier.

Tharn's eyes flash and he slams me against the door, crushing my mouth in another knee-buckling kiss. His tongue swirls around in my mouth as if he's trying to memorize my taste. I grip our cocks and stroke them together, making us both moan from the pleasure. A familiar feeling starts to form, and I curse under my breath.

"Shit," I mutter against Tharn's lips. He pulls away and furrows his brows in concern. He opens his mouth to speak, but is stopped when his nose twitches. He sniffs the air, and his eyes darken when he realizes I'm producing slick.

Tharn's eyes glow gold, and I can feel his wolf trying to break free. The presence of his wolf makes mine howl in excitement. Tharn nearly rips my pants off before removing his own pants and underwear. He grasps underneath my thighs and yanks me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. He keeps me pressed against the door as he positions himself.

The tip of his thick cock brushes against my slick entrance, and I bite my lip in anticipation. I throw my head back when Tharn thrusts up into me, filling me completely.

He gives me a moment to adjust, as he does every time we have sex, but I don't have the patience for his chivalry right now. I just want to be fucked. Hard.

I tighten my legs around his waist and force him deeper inside of me. Tharn gasps and then moans before rocking his hips against me. I wrap my arms around his neck for support and use my legs to help myself bounce on his cock. Tharn thrusts harshly and hits my prostate dead on. I cry out, and Tharn quickly covers my mouth with his hand.

"You need to be quieter, pup," Tharn pants. "You don't want everyone downstairs to know how much you enjoy taking my cock, right?"

Instead of feeling embarrassed, the possibility of being caught makes my cock twitch, and the room becomes even hotter. Tharn seems to catch onto this, because he keeps his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. He continues to abuse my prostate until I'm crying out into his hand as my release shoots in between us.

Tharn moves his hand away so he can wrap his arms around me and carry me to his desk. He pulls out only briefly to bend me over the dark wooden desk before plunging back into me. I cry out, tears of pleasure prickling my eyes. Tharn brings his hand around to my face, and I open my mouth to suck his fingers. Tharn groans at that and thrusts his fingers into my mouth. My cock hardens again from the sensation of Tharn fucking my mouth with his fingers, and fucking my hole with his cock.

His free hand finds my hair and gives me a rough tug. He repeatedly slams his large member into me. The rough treatment sends a thrill straight to my cock, and I cum hard for the second time. I clench around Tharn during my release, and he growls loudly as he reaches his own high. He fills me completely and continues to thrust until my slick and his cum are sliding down my thighs.

When he finally pulls out, I collapse to my knees. Tharn pulls his shirt off and uses the fabric to wipe up our mess.

"Fucker," I pant breathlessly. "What do you expect me to do now? There's no way I'm going back downstairs after that. In fact, there's no way I'm going anywhere because I'm pretty sure you broke my hips. I'm sleeping on your couch."

Tharn chuckles and lifts me off the ground, carrying me to the couch in his office. He gently sets me down, and pulls a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over me.

My body is heavy from exhaustion, and I start to drift to sleep. The last thing I feel is Tharn's lips pressing against my forehead, and I smile.

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Tomorrow is my birthday ☘️🎂

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