Broken Mate - What Really Happened

What Really Happened

A/N: Please read 'Broken Mate' before reading this story. This is segment begins after chapter 4 in the story, and does not explain the plot of the original story. If you are okay with not understanding the situation, or you have already read 'Broken Mate,' please continue and enjoy.

Author's POV

"Mate..." Alistair's eyes glowed golden with lust as he stared down at the small boy underneath him. Owen lay on the bed, fear and desire coursing through him, making him unable to resist. But that didn't stop him from trying.

"No... Don't..." Owen squirmed underneath him, attempting to get away from Alistair. The attempt failed, only making Alistair's grip on him tighten, the hunger in his eyes increasing.

Leaning down, Alistair captured Owen's lips, the kiss making sparks fly across the pair's vision. Their breath mingled as they kissed, only pulling away to breathe. Alistair smirked down at the blushing Owen, his heart racing in anticipation.

Leaning down once more, he ran his hand up Owen's shirt, his fingers running over the small nubs on the boy's chest. Owen gasped, the sparks of pleasure making his body heat up.

"Don't worry," Alistair whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I'll be gentle. I promise." He nuzzled Owen gently, planting a kiss on his neck. Owen could only close his eyes and nod, finally giving in to the sparks of pleasure that made his mind thick with lust, blinding him from everything but Alistair. Everything but his mate.

Alistair moved down the small boy's body, caressing the soft flesh with his hands, listening to the shivers and moans below him with satisfaction. He took of Owen's shirt, removing his own as well before leaning down and running his tongue over the swollen nubs on the boy's chest.

Owen ran his hands through Alistair's hair, working them into the strands and grabbing hold gently. Owen shut his eyes, opening them occasionally to watch Alistair as he attacked his chest and stomach.

Before long, Owen became impatient, wanting to be relieved of his problem below. "Alistair," He urged."Please, do it." Alistair raised an eyebrow, waiting for another signal of encouragement. When Owen nodded, Alistair ventured lower, removing their pants and touching the boy's thighs gently.

In response, Owen bucked his hips, his red face pleading with Alistair. Finally, Alistair reached out, gripping Owen's thobbing member in his large hand. He began to rub the swollen length, moving his hand gently at first, before finding a faster pace and picking up speed.

Owen clung to the bed sheets, loud moans escaping his mouth despite his efforts to hold them back. His lips parted, wisps of breath leaving them as his chest rose and fell quickly.

Finally, Owen released in Alistair's hand, arching his back and letting out a wonderous cry that made Alistair shudder with delight. He moved his hand lower, using the seed in his hand to push into the tight entrance. Owen writhed at the sudden intrusion, the odd feeling unwelcome in his mind.

Alistair moved his digits inside the tight hole, attempting to slick up the the entrance for penetration. "Owen." Alistair moved his head up, leaning over the boy and taking his lips in a fiery kiss, slipping his tongue inside the hot cavern. Owen submitted easily, wanting Alistair to dominate him, to take him and claim him.

By the time Alistair had worked a third digit into the entrance, Owen had become accustomed to the feeling of intrusion, even enjoying the warmth that Alistair provided. Alistair removed his hand, leaving Owen empty and unsatsified as he began to slick up his own throbbing member.

He placed his length against Owen's entrance, putting his hand on Owen's cheek. Owen took Alistair's hand in his own, closing his eyes and waiting for Alistair to thrust.

And he did. Hard. Pushing all the way in with a single thrust, causing Owen to arch his back, rising off the bed and opening his mouth in a soundless scream. His eyes were wide with tears that refused to fall, his body shaking and thobbing. This new feeling seemed to fill him to the brim, the heat and scent overwhelming sweet and painful, until he could no longer think straight.

Alistair waited once he had settled all the way inside the boy. He struggled to hold back, wanting nothing more than to ravish and claim his mate. But, he could tell Owen needed the chance to adjust. The tightness around him, as well as Owen's silent cries and hidden tears told him the boy had never done this before.

The thought made Alistair happy. Being his mate's first. Being the only one to ever see him like that. It gave him a sense of pride, dominance, excitement, and fear. He had to be careful. He couldn't hurt the boy, or he would risk ruining Owen's first time, and it might even make Owen scared of him. That was the last thing he wanted. 

When the quivering had stopped, and the tightness had gone down, Alistair looked down at Owen for the okay. Owen nodded, allowing Alistair to pull out, and plunge back into the raging heat.

Owen's moans increased with every thrust, his hands snaking around Alistair's neck, his nails digging into Alistair's back. The only sounds in the room were the moans and breaths of the two mingling together, and the sound of skin on skin, their passion making the air turn hot.

Owen felt joy rise in his throat as they made love, the wonderful feeling of connecting with his mate making his face turn even brighter than ever, and making his chest squeeze.

The two continued through the night until they felt the warmth build up, signalling oncoming release. After a few more thrusts, Alistair pushed deep into Owen, releasing inside of him as he clamped down on Owen's neck. Owen gasped, throwing his head back and enjoying the heat that came from having his own relief, as well as the pleasure of having Alistair's seed inside of him and being claimed simultaneously.

They didn't bother to clean themselves, wrapping up together in the blanket. Owen was held close to Alistair as the he settled into a slow, calming sleep. Owen watched Alistair sleep for a moment before closing his eyes and uttering a final three words. "I love you."