13. Warwick

Chapter 13

I'd spent the afternoon and the evening with Cecil. We had planned on going for a run but decided against it when it started raining. Not that rain would really bother either of us. But Cecil didn't seem overly enthusiastic about the idea, so we'd spent the evening hours talking about the house and how we would like to decorate it.

But as the evening wore on, I noticed that Cecil's scent became stronger. I had to wonder if it was because he was near me and I was his mate, and it was natural for an omega's scent to become stronger in order to entice his alpha mate's attentions toward him? I was certainly more than willing to be with Cecil in that way. It had been entirely too long since I'd had any sort of sexual contact that involved a second person. But was Cecil ready for that? Would he ever be ready for me? I would do my best to be as gentle as I could, but would it be enough?

We'd agreed on pizza for supper, simply because it was easy and I could use magic to get some of the best pizza I'd ever had. There were three boxes in front of us on the coffee table, and despite the fact that I'd eaten over half of the contents, I was eyeballing the last few slices.

"Go ahead," Cecil said.

I looked at him. "What?"

"You're thinking about the pizza. Go ahead and eat it. I can't. I'm quite full." Cecil fanned his face with his hand. "Do you think it's warm in here, or is it just me?"

His cheeks were pink, but I thought that was just because he'd eaten the hot pizza. "I always feel a bit warm, but we pretty much agree that is because we're hellhounds."

"That makes sense." Cecil turned completely sideways on the couch and laid his head against the back. My beast was trying to tell me something, but I didn't know what.

"We've talked about everything except probably one of the most important things that mates need to discuss," I said. I would wait to claim him as long as he needed me to, but I knew my beast well enough that the longer I was around him, the more my beast would push for claiming.

"Oh, is this where we finally talk about getting naked? And not so we can shift." Cecil sat up and fanned himself again. "It seriously is hot in here."

I tilted my head to try and study him better. "Cecil, how are you feeling?" I asked. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. My beast growled in my head at the whoosh of scent that suddenly came our way. Cecil's fresh scent was there, but there was definitely more to it.

"It's hot. And I've been trying to figure out how to ask you to fuck me all afternoon, but I'm not very good at seduction. I've had sex before, but it was always after visiting a club. Everyone goes to them to hook up."

I nodded. "Cecil, look at me." He was squirming—had been for a while—trying to move around on the couch, but I didn't pick up on why until just now. I took a huge chance. This was my mate in front of me, and, well, he was my mate, and he'd just said he was willing. I reached out, and when I placed my hand on the front of his pants, I encountered a hardness that might have been there, might not. But when Cecil immediately moaned and pushed his hips upward, trying to get more friction against his dick, I knew my suspicions had been right.

Immediately, I stood. Cecil seemed as if he wanted to complain, but he closed his mouth when I bent down and picked him up. He giggled, and I couldn't help but smile at him—Ramsey be damned.

"Gah, you should smile at me more. You're so sexy." Cecil reached up and grabbed ahold of my beard. I definitely needed to trim it. "This is going to feel amazing when you rub it all over me. I can't wait to feel it on my nipples. I love to play with them when I'm stroking my cock."

Yep, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Cecil was going into heat. I'd helped more than one omega through their heat cycles before. Was that something I was going to share with my mate? Not at the moment. It was something he would realize soon enough, most likely.

"Cecil? Did you want me to claim you?"

Cecil looked away from my beard and blinked. "Can you kiss me first?" He sighed. "I love kissing, but hookups don't normally kiss. Which is fine. But still, I like kisses. Especially on my neck." Another sigh.

It seemed as if Cecil going into heat was the perfect time to learn about lots of little secrets about my mate.

"I'll kiss you once we get to the bedroom," I said. I reached the stairs and started up, but Cecil suddenly tried to wiggle around.

"I was supposed to go to see Grandfather," he said suddenly. He managed to squirm enough to where he started to slip, and I just barely was able to keep from dropping him.

"I'm certain that Alpha Vitomir knows that you are otherwise occupied. Especially after I spent so much time talking to Lev." I readjusted my grip on him and continued up the stairs.

"Oh yeah." Cecil sighed and laid his head back down on my shoulder. "I feel odd, Warwick. Is this because you've been with me?"

I reached the top of the stairs but continued on to the main bedroom. "Probably in part. We really should have talked about this earlier, but I'm going to ask anyway. Are you sure you're all right with me claiming you?"

I set Cecil on his feet in what was going to be our bedroom from here on out. I'd never shared a bedroom with anyone long-term. This was going to be an adjustment for both of us. Especially once Cecil realized what was happening to him.

"I want you to claim me. But kissing. We need kissing."

I smiled again. I can certainly give that a try. I was probably close to a foot taller than Cecil was though, and kissing him with any type of passion wasn't going to work all that well with me stooped over. To improvise, I took Cecil's hands and led him over to the bed. I sat and pulled him between my legs, which I'd spread open. Cecil quickly understood. He moved closer, but I held him just far enough away with a firm grip on his hips.

"Cecil. We need to talk about something before we start."

His cheeks were rosy at this point, and his eyes had started to look glassy. I didn't know what had brought this on after all this time, or why, but my mate needed to understand, and it was obvious that he wasn't thinking completely clearly any longer.

"I don't wanna talk. I wanna fuck." Cecil tried to move, but my grip kept him in place at the end of my legs. He growled, and it was absolutely adorable. I chuckled, which probably wasn't the correct thing to do in the situation we were in, but it truly was cute.

"Cecil, we'll do that. Give me two minutes."

Cecil started squirming again. I knew that I didn't have too much longer, but only from past experience.

"I'm horny, Warwick. I need you to knot me." When Cecil couldn't rub his body against mine, he took matters into his own hands, literally. He shoved his hand down the front of his pants and moaned. It was incredibly hot, and my body responded. My own dick twitched in my pants, and in another minute, I was going to be completely hard.

"Cecil," I said. I placed my hand on top of his, adding pressure, but it didn't work. "Cecil, you're in heat. Do you understand that?"

Cecil looked at me and shook his head. "No. I don't have heats. I've never had one. I'm broken." Cecil squirmed more and then started to whine.

"You're not broken," I told him. "You could never be broken." I gave in. My beast was pushing too hard, and Cecil was my mate. He was here with me, and he'd agreed earlier to move in together. We both knew what that meant, what it would lead to.

I used magic and had us both naked with a thought, and when I got a very good look at Cecil, I took a moment to stop and appreciate the beauty that was him. He was a bit on the slender side, and I wondered if that was just how he naturally was or if he needed to eat more. No matter, it didn't detract from his beauty.

I let go of his hip and slid my hand around to his ass. It was a good handful, and I couldn't help but give it a good squeeze. I had always been an ass man, and Cecil would either love that or hate that about me. For now, I used my grip to pull him close enough to touch completely.

With one hand on his ass, I slid the other up his body and wrapped it around his neck. I pulled him down the few inches that separated us, and my mouth covered his for the first time. We moaned together seconds after I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and we got our first good taste of each other.

I moved my hand to the back of his head and held him in place while Cecil took the opportunity to climb onto my lap. When I felt his hand moving up and down his cock, I pulled him closer. Cecil wrapped his hands around us together, and that was all it took for my cock to go from mostly hard to completely ready.

Cecil pulled his mouth away and groaned. I had to agree, it felt amazing. I moved my lips to his neck and gently bit just under his chin, getting another moan from him.

He had started rocking his hips into me, and I slid my hand from his cheek to the crack that I desperately wanted to explore. He was already soaked with slick, and I easily slid my fingers up and down the crevice. When I pushed two into him, I was surprised at the ease with which they slid in. Cecil moaned, then whimpered.

"More. I need more."

"You'll get more," I said against his neck. I moved to the side, dragging my teeth along the column and over to the spot that I would soon bite, claiming him as a mate to a hellhound. "Climb onto me," I told him. I lay back, my fingers slipping from his hot and soaked hole. But it gave him enough room to move farther up my body. He continued to stroke our cocks a few more times before he let go and moved up onto my stomach. Cecil reached behind himself, and seconds after I felt his hand just below the head of my cock, there was heat. He wiggled side to side, and then he sighed as there was pressure against my head.

Cecil whimpered and then sighed again when I used my leverage against the floor and pushed my hips upward just a bit. The pressure, combined with his ability to move his hand off my cock and to where he could spread himself just enough, was all that was needed. Cecil groaned as heat that I'd not felt in a very long time suddenly enclosed my cockhead. He rocked his hips, rolling them on top of me, and with every move, he sunk down farther.

I grabbed his hips, holding him just above me to where I was able to push myself up again, this time seating him completely on me.

"Yes, yes, yes. I need to move though. Or you need to do it. Fast and hard. I want it really hard, Warwick."

I didn't want that for our first time, let alone when I claimed him. Cecil whined when I didn't immediately start thrusting. He took matters into his own hands, and after placing both hands on my stomach, he started riding me. Slow at first, every forward thrust above me dragged his balls across my lower abs. His cock was hard and slick on my stomach, and when I realized Cecil was holding it down against me to give it the friction he needed, I wrapped one hand around it.

Cecil moaned loudly, and when he increased his tempo, I reached up and pinched his nipple. He shouted at the same time his cock swelled and his hole clamped down on me. I felt a burst of come against my upper chest and then another that hit me in the beard. The third one went onto my shoulder. Through it all, Cecil didn't stop moving. He simply rode through the first of what I was sure would be many orgasms tonight.

"Keep going," I told him. I let go of his cock, my hand going back to his hip. I pulled him to me tighter and then away. I repeated the move over and over until Cecil took over again. This time, he looked down at me and grinned. "So good. I need more though." Cecil turned around a little, and I wondered what it was he was looking for. When fingers touched the base of my cock, and then slid down to my aching balls, I realized what he was doing.

I let go of his nipple, grabbed his hips with both hands, and held him just above me. Once his hands were on my legs, I started thrusting up into him. Cecil called out, but I didn't relent. He was absolutely beautiful above me, and I was trying to give him exactly what he'd asked for: hard and fast.

I made a promise to both of us that I would go slow and make love to him at a later date. But now, Cecil needed something else from me. My beast was running full out, and I wondered about it because he'd never really been present before when I'd been with someone sexually. But this was Cecil, and he was my mate.

Cecil shouted, his body overloading again, and when he sprayed me again with his second release, my own body reacted this time. The base of my cock started to tingle, and thrusting in and out of him became more difficult.

It took too long for me to realize what was happening. I should have realized. Cecil was my mate. We were claiming each other. He was an omega in heat, and I was his alpha. That tingling sensation was my knot.

My teeth tingled as well, and when I pushed up and couldn't pull back out, I reached up and wrapped a hand around Cecil's neck. I pulled him down on top of me, my mouth immediately going to his shoulder. I pushed Cecil's face into mine, and when I opened and bit down, my orgasm slammed into me the same instant my beast howled in my head. Cecil screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth against my neck. But then I felt a sharp pain against my collarbone.

Cecil's body trembled above me, his teeth pulling from me just before he went limp above me. I pulled my teeth out, licked over his bite, and wrapped my arms around his slim body. Another pulse of pleasure went through me every time I moved, and I wondered if it was like this because we'd claimed each other or because Cecil was in heat.

I tried to move onto the bed more, but when I did, Cecil moaned, and there was a pull against my knot that wasn't exactly pleasant. I gave up and used magic to relocate us onto the center of the bed. I was incredibly thankful for the extra-large bed, which would provide us not only plenty of room to sleep side by side but also for other activities.

It was sinking in what had just happened. I really hoped that Cecil would forgive me when he came out of his heat. I had more questions than I did answers, and I was definitely going to need to ask someone about why my new mate hadn't yet had a heat until this very moment.

Cecil moaned again, and I absently ran my hand up and down his back. Would he remember this? I sure hoped so. He'd said he wanted me, and I was holding on to those words. I couldn't undo what we'd just done, so it didn't matter too much. Well, it did, but again, I couldn't change the fact that we'd just claimed each other.

Cecil moved, and when his head turned, I waited, wondering if he was going to sit up. When he only changed position, then wiggled to get comfortable, I smiled. I let my thoughts wander again, and when they moved to the omega lying knotted to me, reality seemed to set in. I was mated. My mate was an omega. Despite the fact that he swore he'd never had a heat before, I knew he was in heat. We'd knotted together. Were we about to become parents? Would we have a little polar bear cub? There was no way we could have a little hellhound cub, could we?

I shook my head. No. I had so many questions I wondered if I'd be able to remember all of them when we came out of the other side of Cecil's heat.

I reached up to my shoulder to scratch and remembered why it would be itching. Cecil had come more than once, and both times, it had gone all over my stomach and chest. Not only were we locked together, but we were also covered in my mate's release. I used magic to clean us, feeling good about the ability to take care of my mate in such a way.

Cecil moved his head again, then moaned. When his body stiffened, I realized he was waking up. I ran my hand up and down his back some more, curious about how this was going to go. Would he be happy? Still not completely coherent because of his heat? Would he be upset? I hoped it wasn't the last.

Cecil pushed up, looked around, and then finally met my gaze. I kept my hands loosely around his hips, hoping he didn't pull away too much in either direction. "Warwick," he whispered.

"Yes."

Cecil smiled. "It wasn't a dream." He sighed and lay back down. Seconds later, I heard a little snore. Did he seriously fall back asleep? I heard the snore again. Yes, he did. I didn't know if I should feel proud that I'd worn him out or upset that my abilities were so lacking that he'd fallen asleep with me knotted to him. After the day I'd had, I was going with the first. I'd simply worn him out.