Tamed

Rut

His rut hit full force the next morning, waking up in a sweat. His hair sticking to his skin, uncomfortable and aggravated the second his eyes opened. The nearly painful morning wood wasn’t any better, growling as he swung his feet over the edge and made his way to the master bath. The cold water of a shower was nothing but a bandaid over the issue. Soothing his heated skin as he leaned his forearm against the wall, letting the water cascade over his back. His thick fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, as his lips parted in sharp short pants. Everything felt overly stimulating. Each stroke of his hand brought him closer to release, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. His mind drifted to the Delta in the room next to his, no doubt sleeping peacefully.

“Fuck” He grunted, his eyes fluttering shut as he imagined her delicate hand in place of his. The primal side beckoning for him to take her. For furfill his carnal needs with her perfect fucking body. Laid beneath him as he held her hips, the beautiful moans falling from her kiss bruised lips. Filling her with his seed. Marking her. Breeding her. His hips stuttered as he let out a low groan, his seed coating the tile floor as the water washed it away. Yet it didn’t even touch the overwhelming need that drown him.

“Fuck” Skylar muttered as she bit her lip, sifting through the kitchen for the container of coffee. She had seen Keegan with it before, but she could not find it to save her life. The rich aroma of bacon filled the air as she finally opened the cabinet above the stove to see the cherry red plastic.
“Finally” She reached up on her tiptoes to grab it, pouring two heaping spoonfuls into the filter and turning on the coffee maker. Gliding back toward the stove to flip the omelets. For some reason she felt warm when she woke up, opting for wearing one of Keegan’s tee shirts and clean pair of boxers she had found. It wasn’t exactly her style but sweatpants were just too hot. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, a head resting on hers.
“Mornin baby girl” His voice was thick and husky, she stiffened for a moment. His hand splayed across her stomach holding her to his chest.  He nuzzled against her hair, his body yearning to be closer to her. The crackling bacon meeting his ears as he looked at the stove. Soft country music filled the air, playing from the radio on the counter by the sink. .
“Relax darlin, I ain't gonna bite…unless you want me too” He smirked, he could feel her eyes roll.
“You’re ridiculously hot” She noted, trying to look at him over her shoulder but his heavy head prevented it. He felt like a furnace against her back. She hissed as the greasy popped across her forearm, flinching away. Keegan’s instinct acted before his brain could process it, moving her away as he growled at the inanimate object. Skylar almost wanted to laugh at the amusing display as he took the tongs from her hand, but the sight of his shirtless figure stopped the sound before it left her mouth. He wasn’t a body builder by any means, but the gentle curve of his spine. The faint outline of his obliques that flexed as he opened a cabinet to grab a plate. He was perfectly toned without being overly muscular. No doubt fit by whatever work it was he did. The sweats hung low on his hips, and she found herself wondering-

The sputtering of the coffee maker made her snap from her daydreaming, swiftly grabbing two mugs and pouring the steaming caffeine inducing liquid. His rut was here…and there was no running from it now