I growl softly when I realize the Omega had passed out from the mating mark. I huffed to myself and pull him closer to clean his mating mark, once he woke we could actually mate.
"Ryan," he calls before his eyes open. I growl, the ability to use actual words slipping away from my fogged mind.
"Mate me," he pleads. I huff and slip between milky thighs. They part for me instantly, revealing a little cocklette and set of balls. Beneath that is his beautiful hole, already glistening with slick. I dive in with reckless abandon, slurping up the Omega's fluids and pushing my tongue deep inside. He lets out soft, pleasing sounds as I explore his body. His fingers fall into my fur and pull, causing me to growl out in warning. I wouldn't stop, not after I'd had a taste of him. He was delicious and I would revel in his flavor for the rest of my life. He moans softly and my face is suddenly painted in his juices. I pull away a bit to push what I could into my mouth before diving back in. I send him into multiple orgasms this way, little squeaks being my only warning before I am being splattered.
When my cock is hard and aching I finally stop. I needed to be inside him. I needed to plant my seed and stake my claim on this little creature. Just before I shove in the access is suddenly denied, thick thighs sealing tight so I can no longer see my goal. I snarl at the Omega, glaring at him. He sits up and reaches for my cock. I watch silently as he slides something over it before opening his legs again. I nod to him, clearly, I'd won the battle, he knew I was the one in charge here. In a single thrust, I am pushing fully in, the spot where my knot would inflate pushing inside easily. I smirk, it was like he was made to be fucked by me. Deep enough to hold my knot perfectly. I drop my head and release a shaky breath, he was so fucking tight. His legs were wrapped around my hips, keeping me firmly in place. His scent had soured slightly, I hated that. I press my nose to his scent gland and nip at his neck gently, trying to find out what was wrong. His hands grab onto my biceps and hold tight, his scent slowly returning to normal and his legs loosening their grip from around my hips. I press a kiss to his abused neck and slowly pull out.
When only the tip is kissing his entrance I push back in, causing a gasp to fall from plump lips. I grin and do it again. Omega throws his head back and makes a soft sound, his scent was surrounding us now, pleased Omega. I did that. I was the only one who could make him smell like that. This was my Omega and only I could please him. I begin to rail into him at the thought, his scent, and obvious enjoyment cheering me on. He clenches around me when he orgasms, more fluid leaking from him by the second. My knot was already flaring and catching on his rim with every thrust. He was breathing hard and moaning loudly as he felt it.
"Gonna breed you, Omega," I whisper, nipping at his ear to drive my point. He nods in agreement and I push my knot fully in, letting it pop into place and hold us together. The Omega presses his plump lips to my own for a daring moment.
When he pulls off I go limp on top of him, crushing him into the mattress. We stay like this for only a moment before I shift so he was settled comfortably on my chest. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of him so close. He was pressing kisses over my chest, up my neck, and around my scent gland. I growl softly when he nips at it, my eyes slitting open to watch wearily. He smiles at me before his sharp, Omegan canines rip into the flesh of my scent gland. I almost rip my knot out trying to get him off. It hurt like a bitch, but he wouldn't let up. When finally he does he laps at the blood, I stare in awe. Omegas weren't supposed to give mating bites.