Chapter Eleven

Jeremy

I woke early and grabbed my towel. Not that I wanted to wash my omega's scent from my skin, but it had been a long damned time since I was able to take a leisurely hot shower. As soon as we left that place, every muscle in my body relaxed.

The toll working there had taken on me had increased in stages. I was stupid enough to think the time there couldn't affect me, but it had. I was surrounded by people, but none of them were on the same side as me.

Wiping the steam from the mirror with my towel, I found myself smiling at the reflection. I'd made it out of there. Mission completed.

But the greater victory was still lying in my bed. My senses were branded with his scent. His soft snores carried through the bathroom door and even over the volume of the shower spray.

My thoughts must've woken him because as I dried myself off and reached for my toothbrush, he came in with a grunt. His reddish hair stuck out all over the place, and there were marks on his face from sleeping in my arms all night. His eyes met mine, and my cock responded. Clay was a beautiful man, and he was mine.

"Good morning," I muttered and leaned back on the counter, all of me on full display.

His gaze darted down to my groin as he smiled. "Good morning. I woke up when you got out of bed."

He reached for the handle and turned on the hot water. Damn it. Missed opportunity. Didn't matter. There would be plenty of time. "I'm sorry. I should've waited for you. Come here before you get in."

I opened my arms and wrapped him up in an embrace. Soon our hands roamed and our kisses grew more frantic.

Until he broke free and laughed. "I really do need a shower but…" He bit down on his bottom lip. After all we'd done the night before, he was shy. Adorable omega.

"But what?"

He blushed. "Don't get dressed if you can help it. I'm not quite done with you yet."

I brushed my teeth and set out a spare toothbrush for him. Not bothering with clothes, I walked into the bedroom and flopped on the bed, my arms behind my head. I listened to the water, splashing in plops and drips as he washed his thin body, thinking about the night before and how he'd been so damned responsive to every touch and kiss. His moans drove me crazy. I lay there, waiting for him, my cock already hard, the veins pulsing with blood flow.

I never knew I could need someone so much.

"Is that for me?" he asked, coming out of the bathroom to lean on the doorway. He was drying his hair with a towel, a bit too harshly for my liking.

"It's all for you, mate."

I stroked my length, my gaze roaming his form as he sauntered over. I had made it my personal goal to pay attention to every freckle on his body but so far had only gotten started.

He sighed, straddling my hips. Our cocks rubbed together making me moan, awaiting the pleasure to come. "I need to ask you something."

"Ask me anything, Clay. I'm really an open book when I'm not undercover."

Nodding, he reached between us and gripped both of our shafts. "Why didn't you mark me last night? Knot me?" He rocked his hips against mine.

His hands were so warm, and he knew exactly how to jerk us off at the same time. "Is that what you…gods, I can't think straight when you're doing that to me. To us."

He chuckled and made a circle with his hips. I gasped when he let go of our cocks and put his hands in the air.

I sat up on my elbows. "I didn't say you could stop."

Clay laughed hard and loud, the sound a symphony to my ears and to my wolf. "I really, really want you to concentrate. Unless you're avoiding the question, alpha."

The question took me by surprise. "I certainly am not." I reached for his hips and dug my fingers into them. "I didn't know if you wanted to or were ready, Clay. It's that simple. We just met a few days ago, and with all the chaos…"

My gorgeous mate leaned forward, resting his hands on my chest. "With all the chaos and confusion, I need my mate more than ever before. The world changes. Circumstances change. People change. But I need the anchor of my mate."

I didn't need to be told twice. Tugging him down for a kiss, I pumped my dick against him. "Ride me, omega. Ride me until I come and knot you. Fill you up, your channel choking my cock while you scream my name."

My omega blushed at my words but situated himself above the tip of me and slowly, almost torturously, lowered himself down until I was sheathed completely. "Gods, you feel so good inside me, Jeremy."

"Move before I lose control and mount you," I cried out and reached to palm his throbbing cock. On his knees, he bounced up and down, pumping me with every stroke. Fire built in my chest and spread across my body as he took his pleasure from me. Clay fell forward and slapped my chest, bobbing with faster movements. I took his nipples between my forefinger and thumb and pinched hard as the orgasm took over, the burning inside me collecting in my groin and then shooting up the length of me. "That's it, Jeremy. That's it, alpha. I feel you knotting inside me. Come with me, baby. Come with me."

My wolf loved him calling me baby. Our mate's term of endearment. One of many. "Clay!" I screamed as my cock pulsed with released, spurting cum inside him as his channel throbbed, milking me dry. His bouncing stopped; his breath hitched. "You're okay? You feel that? We're locked together now. You're knotted, omega. And you're mine."

He nodded, sweat pouring off his sexy body. "Mark me, alpha. Do it now. Oh…" he cried out as my cock shot more cum inside him, as I had another orgasm.

I reached for him and gently turned us over, my knot keeping us together. Hovering over his body, I asked him once again. "Do you want me to bite you, omega? Make you mine forever? Because I warn you, once you wear my mark, I'm never letting you go."

"I never want to leave. Please." Sinking my teeth into his shoulder, the bond clicked into place more securely. Our souls tethered. Part of me would always be with him, even beyond this life.

"Mark me," I teased, licking the wound I'd just created. "Please, omega. I already belong to you."

He marked me and, after a few minutes, I was able to release my cock.

"I hope I was—" Clay started.

I kissed him speechless. "We are perfect together, mate. Never believed in all that fated mate stuff for myself but now…I know it's all true."

The scents of breakfast, bacon, eggs, and more, hit us at the same time. Our stomachs growled in unison.

"Want to meet the rest of the team and their mates and young? And the other omegas?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I do. But I need another shower first."