shifting his hips, and trying to change the angle.
“No,” William said firmly, letting go of Harper’s hands to hike his hips up and hold them steady. “Like this.”
“It’s not enough.”
“Not yet. Soon. This is better.”
“Says you,” Harper huffed.
Snorting, he snapped his hips that bit harder, forcing a groan from Harper’s lips as he reached a hand around and took hold of the omega’s cock. If he needed something to take the edge off, William would help with that. The finale wouldn’t be as good, but they’d make up for lost time later.
He sped up his thrusts again, stroking Harper in time with the movement of his body. The omega sighed and squirmed, rendered non-verbal until he suddenly wasn’t.
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait…”
William stilled and slowed as Harper pushed his hand away from his cock.
“Too close. No hands. It’s not as good if it’s not…”
“I know, Harper. I know what you need. Trust me to give it to you.”
Harper’s answer was to resume his position on the bed, his hands fisted in the bed sheets, his hips at the perfect angle, William’s cock still buried inside him. Control was always sweeter given than taken.
He leaned over, pressing Harper’s hands into the bed again, and resumed thrusting. He alternated fast and hard with languid and slow, subtly shifting their hips inch by inch until his next thrust hit home. Harper cried out, a wave of tension rolling through him. William slowed his movements, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching when Harper’s body tightened around him. His second thrust hit that same spot, and so did the next, Harper babbling sweet pleas to him. William picked up the pace, chasing his release now that he knew Harper was right on the cusp. Harper’s hands flexed beneath his, hips pushing back to meet him with each stroke.
“Will… Will, I—”
One last thrust brought the omega to an almost silent climax, the reflexive tightening of his body around William enough to take him along for the ride. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, drawing out Harper’s pleasure, wringing every last ounce of ecstasy from the omega.
Slowing to stillness, he pressed a hand to Harper’s stomach, holding the omega to him as he eased them both down on their sides so they could rest. Fine tremors ran along Harper’s arms and legs, the omega making little quiet noises of contentment. William pressed kisses to the nape of his neck and his shoulder, burying his nose against the omega’s skin and inhaling deeply.
He eased out, shushing Harper when he made a soft sound of protest.
“Just rest. That should keep you steady for a while.”
Harper’s hand covered his where it was still pressed to the omega’s stomach. “Were you… Did you… Was it good?”
William chuckled and pressed another kiss to the nape of Harper’s neck, rewarded with a gasp and a shudder. “Oh, honey. Haven’t had my world rocked so hard in years.”
That seemed to mollify the omega, who was content to lie there and be cuddled.
Chapter Sixteen
Harper woke to a warm weight at his back and something pressed against his leg and stomach. He peered down and spotted William latched limpet-like around him with an arm around his waist and one of the alpha’s legs thrown over his. No escape for him. He smiled at the idea, a yawn and a stretch becoming a moan when the aches in his body made themselves known.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
A kiss to the nape of his neck had him sighing happily.
“Hey, yourself.” He meant it to come out casual, but it was breathy and tight.
“How are you feeling?”
He took stock again, stretching once more. There was a pleasant ache between his legs and a slight soreness around his wrists from William pinning him down. A nice reminder of what had been an incredible first round where his heat was concerned. William certainly had a talent for drawing things out.
“Harper?” William prodded gently when he’d been silent way too long.
“Feeling good. A little achy, but good achy. You know what I mean?”
“I do. Glad to hear it. Hungry? Thirsty?”
“Um…” His throat was a little dry. “Thirsty, yes.”
“Alright. Be back in a minute.”
Another kiss, this time just below his shoulder blade, and William was gone. Harper rolled onto his back and looked down along the line of his body. He was a little sticky and sweaty, but there otherwise wasn’t a mark on him despite his vigorous workout with the alpha. The urge to get cleaned up was countered by the wish not to leave his