Becoming the Luna

Chapter 326

Mature Content

Hayden arches deeply, burying his face in Virgil's side as his mate is well on his way to milking yet another orgasm from his prostate, toes curled, sharp pleasure mixing with the constant burning heat low in his belly. 

"V-virgil ah!" He moans, upset that Virgil kept up with teasing him, which was doing nothing to ease his ache.

Virgil just hums comfortingly, his grip on Hayden's waist firm so he doesn't squirm off his lap, he needed to tire Hayden out first, it was still only the first day and his mini rut is yet to kick in, he wasn't about to get worn out so soon.

Casually he curls his fingers deep in Hayden, keeping his thrusts gentle, knowing that with how sensitive he had to be and how many times he had made him come this way, Hayden would be pretty overstimulated, if his constant squirming and soft crying into his side was any indication.

Slick coats his hand, Hayden's lower body, and easily soaks through the sheets, the mind numbing sweet smell enveloping them in a haze.

He wasn't cruel though, carefully picking Hayden up by the waist while he's on the brink of his orgasm to slowly sit him on his hard dick that's already chafed red by a squirming Omega lying in his.

He leans forward to lick into Hayden's parted lips, muffling his cry of relief and offering no assistance as his mate bounces a little unsteadily on him, only offering support to steady him.

He busies himself instead with running his hands up and down Hayden's slick and silken body, feeling slick drip down, mixed with his mate's cum.

Hayden easily moves himself up and down Virgil's hard dick that is buried deeply in him, little sounds escaping him with every downward movement even as he bares his neck to Virgil's wandering lips.

He tires easily though, whimpering and tugging on Virgil's hair when he can't get what he wants, Virgil catches on quickly, gripping Hayden's thighs in both hands and fucking up into his mate, his wolf purring proudly when the makes Hayden go boneless as his sweetspot is hit with every deep thrust from the Alpha, his moans pitching higher.

The room is steamy, although the windows are open, the scent of heat and lovemaking, getting blown away by the wind that keeps picking up, replacing the scent with the one of fresh pine and moist earth, at least to the people down below.

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Dream knows he's still lucid, although the heat that had settled down low in his belly kept amping by the minute and pinpricks of pleasure was crawling up his cock - this was probably not the time to go snooping around someone else's apartment.

Why had Erin given him the masterkey anyway? What could he possibly need it for, he was going to blame her for this entire crazy situation.

He's surprised that he doesn't manage to wake Dale up till he's on the bed, just watching the Alpha sleep peacefully... uhh... now, what does he do?

Dream panics a little, his remaining functioning brain cells that hadn't been killed off by his high temperature promptly going offline as soon as they had deposited him in Dale's bed, he would like to place a complaint with his motherboard.

Dale turns in his sleep, his hand coming in contact with warm, bare skin.

This makes him frown, that wasn't right, he keeps his hand in place though squeezing lightly.

This makes Dream yelp, Dale's eyes flying open at the familiar voice to see Dream sitting on his knees on his bed, in nothing but a flimsy bathrobe that leaves nothing to the imagination, eyes hooded and his cheeks inflamed a warm pink.

Dale jumps out of his bed in horror, his eyes wide as he backs away from Dream in a panic, rubbing his eyes vigorously to confirm if he was still dreaming because Dream couldn't be in his bed, looking like that.

"Dream?" He blinks in confusion.

"Yeah" Dream mutters to himself, shyly clutching his hands in the middle of his bent knees. "This is going to be a little hard to explain."

Dale isn't even concentrating enough to listen to Dream's words, the part of his brain that controls his functionality fried, his eyes fixed on Dream's tousled blonde hair that looks darker in the dim lighting, the damp strands creating a pretty halo around his face.

His pupils are dilated, making his eyes look dark against the warm skin of his face, full lips parted like he can't get enough oxygen and Dale shifts a bit from leg to leg, when did it get so hot in his bedroom?

Just as he's about to ask what the Omega was doing in his bedroom, Dream curls forward with a sharp gasp, bending over like he's in pain.

Dale starts to hurry forward only to freeze up as Dream's scent hit him hard, backing up against the wall.

"Dream?" He gulps, eyes wide in a panic. "You can't be here right now..."

Dream raises a finger to shut him off, lifting his head slightly to make eye contact with Dale through the curtain fall of his hair. "Well, now that I am, what are you going to do about that?" he taunts.

Dale's panic intensifies as he eyes the door desperately knowing that when it comes to Dream, his self control and restraint was nonexistent, if Dream asks him directly he is going to be a goner but he also knows that Dream isn't in his right mind.

His heat is obviously the only reason he's right here and Dale should try to be the sensible one and get the fuck out of here before he broke both his and Dream's hearts.

"Stop eyeing the door like a prude and get over here." Dream rolls his eyes, he's going to blame this on his heat later, although right now he's very lucid and capable of making a proper decision, he still wants Dale.

When did he stop fighting that truth and started succumbing? Was it when he made the wild decision to move in? Or when Dale blacked out on him?

He's not sure but he's damn sure about this.