29. Jag Claims Niall

29

JAG CLAIMS NIALL

Niall’s wrist ached, but he chose to think of it as a good sort of ache.

The surgery hadn’t taken long. At the clinic, Dr. Rutherford had given Niall’s wrist a local anesthetic—Jag had held Niall’s face against his abs—and opened up his scent gland so he could extract the implant. After, he’d stitched the wound shut and bandaged it all up.

Rutherford had said that Niall might get some extra scar tissue, and there might be a dip in his wrist where the implant had been.

It made sense that Niall hadn’t noticed the implants. His hands, wrists, and neck were all so full of scars that the ones from the implants had blended in with the rest.

It didn’t sit well with him, though, knowing he still had two more implants in his body. But they would be gone soon. And after that, he would discover what his omega scent was supposed to be.

Jag pulled Niall closer, both of them naked in bed, the lights dimmed around them. “How are you feeling?”

Niall breathed out. “Better. Today was not good.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Jag narrowed his eyes. “But they’ll never hurt you again.”

“Thank you.”

Even though Niall wasn’t wearing his dentures, Jag kissed him on the lips.

Niall couldn’t help the way he stiffened instinctively. But he made himself relax, because this was Jag accepting him. Jag had been in his denture-less mouth several times by this point, and it was familiar, the way his soft tongue stroked along Niall’s gums, pushing possessively between them, coaxing Niall to open wider for him.

“That’s it, let me in,” Jag murmured, parting Niall’s legs and pulling Niall on top of him, so Niall straddled his hips. “Mine.”

Niall let himself enjoy the soft tangle of their tongues, before breaking the kiss. “You never ask me to suck your cock. I thought you loved it.”

A tiny crease appeared between Jag’s eyebrows. “I have mixed feelings about it.”

“Because you feel guilty?”

Jag sighed. “Yeah. Part of me thinks I shouldn’t enjoy your mouth so much. It’s not something you asked for.” He pressed their foreheads together. “But it’s so fucking good, sweetheart. I wanted to jack off for a whole week to your blowjob, before I realized why it was so good.”

“It’s not like either of us can grow my teeth back,” Niall said. “You may as well make the most of it. At least one of us would get something good out of my mouth.”

Jag huffed, kissing him again. “I’ll think about it. But not tonight.”

He kissed Niall slow and dirty, until Niall squirmed and rutted against Jag’s cock, his hole growing wet.

Jag grinned up at him. “Want something, sweetheart?”

Niall blushed. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.” Jag cupped Niall’s asscheeks and kneaded them, rolling his hips to grind their cocks together sinfully.

Niall moaned. “Want you.”

“ Which part of me?” Jag pried apart Niall’s cheeks, leaving his hole exposed to the cool air. Niall shuddered. “My fingers? My tongue?”

“Your cock. Please.”

“Mmm. Such a pretty hole you have here.” Jag squeezed Niall’s cheeks, slipping his fingers between them to lightly touch his empty entrance. Niall jerked against him. “I want to lick you open. Taste you and make you shudder. I want you panting for my cock, begging me to fuck you, breed you, and knot your tight little hole.”

Niall whimpered, rubbing himself shamelessly all over his alpha. Jag was hard between them, his cock thick and promising. It needed to be inside Niall already. “That’s cheating.”

His alpha laughed. “Cheating, how?”

“You make me so hot for you. In seconds!”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jag flicked the tip of his tongue against Niall’s jaw, kissing under his ear. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down Niall’s throat, closing his lips over Niall’s pulse and sucking lightly.

He’d trained Niall’s body to respond to him. Niall’s hole tingled and ached. “You keep teasing me!”

Jag grinned. “And?”

“I need more!” Impatient, Niall leaned in, closing his mouth over Jag’s scent gland. Then he sucked hard, and Jag’s hips snapped up, his pupils dilating.

“Fuck!” Jag growled and flipped them over, his chest heaving. He trapped Niall under his huge, strong body, his precome smearing over Niall’s belly. Jag pressed wet, sucking kisses down Niall’s collarbones to his chest. He took Niall’s nipples into his mouth and sucked on them until Niall panted and writhed, his hips bucking restlessly. “I love your nipples. They get so swollen and puffy, ready for me. Can’t wait ‘til I can drink from them.”

Niall slid his feet down Jag’s thighs, savoring how strong his alpha felt. “I don’t think I want you to change yours,” he said suddenly. “Rutherford said if you get omega hormones and mammary glands, it’d change your scent.”

Alphas had woodsy scents, and omegas had floral scents. But when alpha bodies contained omega hormones, or when omega bodies contained alpha hormones, a person’s scent became spicy. Like Niall’s vanilla scent, and Evan’s boss Kieran’s anise scent.

“You want my scent to stay the same?”

“Yes. I—I find it comforting. Normal. I don’t want it to be different, like how mine was changed.”

“Alright.” Jag tugged on Niall’s nipples with his lips, before kissing down to his belly. “Imagine if I put another baby in here. Tonight. Pin you open and fill you up good and hard, until you come all over my cock.”

Niall’s hole ached with how much slick it made. “Fill me. Please. Now.”

Jag growled and flipped Niall onto his stomach. “Get on all fours. Ass in the air.”

Niall got onto his knees and elbows When he looked between his thighs, he found Jag crowded close, Jag’s cock thick and red, already wet at the tip. Niall moaned. “I want your cock.”

“Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get it. You’ll be stuffed so full with it tonight, you’ll scream and black out.” Jag rubbed his hot length lightly against Niall’s inner thigh. Then he cupped Niall’s ass and spread his cheeks, licking one long stripe up his crack. Niall shuddered. Jag licked him again, shorter licks that grew more and more focused on Niall’s hole, until he jabbed the point of his tongue inside, and pushed it deeper.

Niall jerked and almost came, panting.

“So sensitive. I’m sorry I didn’t do this the first few times,” Jag murmured, sliding his tongue in and out of Niall’s hole. “Want to treat you real well. Open your sweet little pucker nice and easy.”

“I want you to open it hard.”

Jag laughed, his warm breath rushing over Niall’s sensitive entrance. He pushed his tongue in to stretch it open, then pulled it out. And pushed it back in, over and over until Niall’s hole was covered in his spit. Niall panted, his cock aching with need.

“You love having me inside, don’t you?”

“I want to be stuffed with your cock,” Niall whimpered.

Jag slipped his tongue in and added two fingers. He crooked them against Niall’s prostate, savagely, so Niall’s spine bowed and he came hard.

“You’re not panting for my knot yet,” Jag said.

Niall fought back his hazy bliss. “Want. Want your cock.”

“Mmm. Show me how much you need me.” To Niall’s dismay, Jag sat back, patting his ass. Then he tapped Niall harder, a light smack that went straight to his hole.

“Need, need!” Niall whined, spreading his legs wider. “Please!”

Jag smacked him lightly, painlessly, just enough for the impact to vibrate through Niall’s body. Then he smacked Niall’s hole, too, and all of Niall’s nerves came alive. “So wet for me, sweetheart. You’re getting slick all over my hand.”

“That’s ‘cause you chose to smack me there!”

Smack! Once, on Niall’s hole. Smack! Now on Niall’s sac.

Niall jerked and whined, moaning when Jag began smacking his cock lightly. He dripped and ached, trying to grind against Jag’s hand. “Please!”

“You’re still dripping with come, and already needing more.” Jag rubbed the dregs of Niall’s come between his fingers. He caught Niall’s foreskin and slid it away from his tip, grinding his callused thumb against that bundle of nerves. Pleasure razed through his body like electricity.

Niall panted and jerked, trying to chase it. “More. Breed me.”

He didn’t want to wait tonight. All he wanted was Jag buried deep in him, fucking him senseless.

“Fuck,” Jag hissed, his cock flexing. “You want all my come inside you?”

“Yes. Knot me, breed me.”

Jag cupped Niall’s cheeks with his big, warm hands, spreading them. “Beg.”

“Please put your cock in me,” Niall whined. “I want you to open me with it. Open me deep inside. I’m so fertile right now.”

Jag swore. The next thing Niall knew, his alpha was on top of him, his blunt tip pushing between Niall’s cheeks, wedging against his hole. Jag’s precome shot inside his body.

“I’m about to open you with my cock,” Jag murmured, rubbing his tip back and forth over Niall’s entrance. “About to make you mine.”

Niall tried to push himself onto Jag’s cock. Jag pinned him down by his shoulder blades, forcing his entire cock inside.

Niall screamed and came. He couldn’t stop coming, when Jag pounded his cock deep, chasing his own pleasure. Jag hit Niall’s prostate once, and then kept hitting it, over and over until Niall was a trembling mess, drooling and dripping come.

“Knot,” Niall panted. “Knot, please.”

Jag groaned and fucked him into the bed. He raked his teeth over Niall’s scent gland so more pleasure burned through his body. Niall came again, gasping, almost incoherent with pleasure. Except Jag’s thrusts turned savage, his cock growing thicker, his breathing ragged.

“Have a load for you,” Jag growled in his ear, gripping Niall’s hip almost bruisingly-tight. “Gonna pump you full of come, sweetheart. Give you another baby.”

Niall whimpered, offering himself. Jag came with a snarl and a few short, deep thrusts, his warmth flooding Niall inside.

Jag never asked anymore, what Niall wanted. It was always the same answer: Jag knotted inside him, his come painting all of Niall’s insides. His knot swelled and locked against Niall’s prostate, a distracting pressure that turned toe-curling when Jag continued to roll his hips.

“Love it when you come around me,” Jag rasped against his skin, slipping Niall’s biting leather between his gums. “Love it when you can’t help but come. When you keep coming on my cock. Showing me how perfect you are.”

He held Niall in his arms and rocked nonstop against Niall’s prostate until Niall screamed and came so hard, he fainted.

Niall came back to consciousness with Jag wrapped around him from behind, a large hand rubbing his damp belly.

“I cleaned you up,” Jag murmured. “How are you feeling?”

“So good,” Niall moaned. He loved the feeling of being held in his alpha’s arms, Jag keeping him safe. Jag was still knotted inside him.

“Good.”

They drifted in and out of a nap, until Niall remembered something from earlier. “Do you think you put a second baby inside me?”

“For the sake of our sanity, I hope not.” Jag nuzzled him. “You’ve seen how exhausted our brothers are.”

Niall sagged. “Yeah.”

“We can have another when this one is older,” Jag murmured. “I don’t want to have too much on our hands. My priority is you, sweetheart. I want to make sure you are cared for. I want you to have the time and freedom to write your books, if you want. Having our hands too full is just going to throw self-care into the toilet. I don’t want that for us. Especially as first time dads.”

Niall nodded. “That makes sense.”

He tried to turn around, only to be stopped by Jag’s knot. With Jag’s help, Niall straddled his alpha, leaning in so they could hug.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to write as much once the baby’s here,” Niall said slowly. “Will we be okay with the bills?”

“We’ll be fine.” Jag ruffled his hair.

“But you don’t work! I’ve never seen you take up any jobs, or disappear from the house.”

Jag’s mouth twitched. “I have a construction company.”

“ You do?! ”

“Yes. How else do you think I have all the skills to remodel my own house?”

Niall opened and closed his mouth. “Magic?”

Jag snorted. “I built my company from the ground up. When I went to jail, Troy hired a manager to oversee the operations. That company still belongs to me. I just haven’t picked the reins back up yet.”

“Oh.” Niall tried to wrap his mind around it. “Are you rich?”

Jag shrugged. “Nothing like Troy, who has a mansion and shiny new cars. But I make enough that you don’t have to worry. Write all the books that make your heart happy.”

“Okay.” Niall wrapped his arms around Jag and held him tight. “I have you. That’s all I need.”

Jag smiled.