"Inside," he pants as he rips his mouth from Travis', who goes back to the mating bite, kissing and sucking, fangs itching to pierce the skin and bite again. "need you."
"fuck baby," Travis grabs Day's thighs, running his hands up and down before he grabs his ass, the soft globes jiggling in his hands before he squeezes. "Mine, all mine," he growls, and it makes Day drip even more.
"Yours," he says and then takes Travis' chin between his fingers, tipping his head so that his mate, his alpha, will look at him. "fuck me, alpha. Fuck me, make me yours, again."
That does it.
Everything honed in on Day's wet slick, dripping for him, how he smells, how marked by him he is, and it is enough to lose his mind even more, succumbing to the basic desires to fuck and breed his omega.
to pump him full of his seed and make sure that he is pregnant, wobbling with a belly full and big with his pups.
It's instinct.
Fuck and breed his mate. Sate him.
