Sweet Dreams - Book 3

Three

Warning: mature content! (Build up)

Kaownah swung open the front door of the condo, even as Mew was still scrabbling to enter the keypad code.

The two exchanged an anxious look on the threshold before, in a moment of mutual, unspoken understanding and affection, they hugged briefly and Kaownah departed. His work there was done. He was no longer wanted, or needed, in that place.

Then Mew was alone, suddenly hesitant at the entrance of his own apartment...

What if he lost control when he smelt Gulf? It would trigger a rut - the unique pheromonal perfume of his bonded omega in heat. He understood what the physical reaction of his body would be: biologically driven to breed the younger man at any cost. But the thought that he might hurt his faen in some way was paralysing him. He well knew the inner fragility of his omega...wanted with his whole being only to cherish, worship and love his man.

Closing his eyes to gather focus and ground himself, the alpha breathed slowly, deliberately, placing one hand to his chest as he urged both his alpha and his human heart: 'Be strong...don't lose yourself'.

Suddenly that concentration was broken, as there came a sound from deep within the walls of the condo. A sound, because it was not a human voice. It was a keening, mewling, howl of a noise. An omega in urgent heat, calling out for relief and seed from his alpha mate.

Mew was there instantaneously, entering the bedroom - fingers holding his own nose closed as he fought to buy them both a few last seconds of his clarity.

He saw Gulf, curled up foetus-like as he writhed on the bed, begging for any source of comfort. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as if blocking out the world, cheeks flushed and cock agonisingly hard, tenting the front fabric of his red bang bang shorts - already sticky with trails of slick and precum.

The elder man felt his own pheromones trigger, awoken by the overwhelming need to protect his faen in this moment of vulnerability. As the rich, velvety scent of his pine forest filled the room, he watched in relief as Gulf's body slowly, visibly, began to relax and ease. The frown on the younger man's brow unknitted, his harshly gasped breathing eased, the clasp of the bedsheet below him released, and at last his brown eyes drifted open.

"Alpha!", he whined out deliriously on seeing his mate.

"Shhh, tua-aeng, alpha is here with you. I'm going to make it all better" - Mew's voice was low, controlled, yet full with bridled emotions.

"Mew....Mew....Mew", Gulf repeated erratically under his breath, trance-like.

And as the the younger man spoke, the elder prowled ever further into the room, halting only at the foot of the bed to - finally - remove his hand from where it covered his nose and to inhale the deepest of breaths, filling his lungs dizzily with the perfume of his 'other'.

Saccharine sweet cherry blossom curled tantalisingly into Mew's nostrils, as his cock rose in seconds to stand tall in the prison of his suit trousers, commanding its own release. Breathing quickened to pants, pupils dilated, the silky hair on the nape of his neck stirring in response to the rush of primal desire that swept through his every pore and vessel in that moment.

"Shhh, Mew is coming to you now, baby", the man himself whispered gently to his lover - even as he felt himself becoming more animalistic with each second that passed.

"Yesss...now", Gulf repeated, glassy eyed.

'Don't lose yourself...for Gulf', the alpha promised internally one last time.

Then he climbed up onto the bed, took hold of Gulf's shoulders and turned the uncharacteristically pliant omega to lay flat on his stomach below him, Mew's own knees resting either side of the younger man's angled hips.

With some swift unbuckling, in mere seconds he would be inside that beautiful body.

He reached for his belt buckle...