THIRD PERSON POV

The couple strode at a leisurely pace down the hall of the Pack House, fingers waffled together between them.

Jax in particular was fighting a losing battle against his dick as they walked, hard as a rock and resisting the overwhelming urge to turn his head and stare shamelessly at the love of his life.

Their meeting at the Diner was nothing short of wildly eventful, and after the group of friends finished gawking at the bomb that Tyrus had so casually dropped, they had descended into a pleasant stream of conversation while everyone ate.

As the day transpired and their time together came to a close, Jax couldn't help but think of how wonderful it was to have friends - true friends - again. The Beta couldn't even remember a time where he'd felt so uninhibited, so light, carefree and content as he simply enjoyed being there; fully present in that moment.

Jax's stomach and heart were so full that he thought they might burst, but now, there was a different kind of fullness that the smaller man craved - one that made him walk a little funny as he pressed his thighs together in search of much-needed friction.

He shook his head, attempting to clear it just enough to see through that rapidly descending haze of lust, knowing that now was not the time. He couldn't be horny, at least not yet.

Not until he'd finished the very last - and most important - apology on today's agenda.

The two men were closing in on the door to their shared bedroom - getting closer by the second - and the smaller of the two heaved out a breath as he realized that it was now or never, because the moment we were through that door, he was undoubtedly going to ride the absolute meat off of his mate's dick.

Pausing mid-stride, Jax waited patiently until their arms stretched to the limit between them and Corey turned around, staring with a curious glint in his eye.

"Are you alright, beautiful?" The Alpha inquired, arms slacking as he crossed the few strides back toward his mate. Despite Jax's ample progress and healing over the past few months, Corey still remained on edge, unable to suppress the instinct - the searing need - to furiously worry about his mate's well-being.

Just the thought of his resilient mate suffering even a stubbed toe in his presence made him want to punch something... repeatedly.

Jax nodded, unable to keep the grin off of his freckled face as he tilted it up and up, trying to make up for the somewhat significant difference between his and Corey's height.

Corey's deep, brown eyes skimmed his mate's form like a hawk searching his territory, as if searching for a single hair out of place that would indicate his distress. Jax was quick to quell his worry, placing his free hand on top of the muscular pec that protected his Alpha's squishy little heart.

"I'm completely out of harm's way. No need to get your panties up in a twist, mister Alpha." The Beta tutted, not missing the flash of silver that overcame Corey's eyes and the ripple of his sinewy muscles the very moment that he addressed him as his title.

The larger man had to take some deep breaths to settle Dashiell as he held his mate's hand in an increasingly pressurized grip. Once silver finally settled, giving way to those perfect brown depths, Jax continued.

"I'm just... I'm not done with my apologies. Not yet. Not until I've apologized to you." He breathed. The Beta was struggling to maintain eye contact due to a new onset of nerves, but forced himself to maintain the connection.

It was stupid, really. He knew that Corey would never judge him and there was absolutely nothing to feel nervous about, but even still, his fingertips shook as he began.

"... I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Corey. I treated you like crap - like complete and utter shit during the first few months of meeting you, and I loathe every single word, every single action, everything that I did in an attempt to drive you away." he confessed, voice surprisingly strong as he tried to convey the sincerity of the words being spoken,

"... I need you to know it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. I'm... so, so fuckin' sorry that I hurt you. And... just I love you so much, I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry I am."

And then, Jax finally released the giant breath of air that he was using to get all of that out in one go.

He hadn't written a script for this one, instead opting to just go with whatever popped into the forefront of his brain. The Beta needed it to be utterly sincere, utterly raw, and not give himself time to overthink and make it all so much more complicated than it needed to be.

And that's what it was.

Simple, straight to the point, and a little discombobulated, but it was Jax. He could only hope that Corey would receive it well.

And of course, Corey being Corey, he did just that.

"There is no need to apologize to me, gift." His larger-than-life man then purred, stepping even closer and slipping that warm, calloused hand up to cup his mate's cheek in a delicate but also stabilizing grip.

Despite the instant comfort the gentle touch brought him, Jax frowned.

"Uhh, yes there goddamn is!" he argued, suddenly frustrated that Corey would even suggest that he somehow had nothing to apologize for. "I literally called you horrible names, made you sleep on the floor! Hell, I- I even insulted your dick, which - just for the record - I don't actually think is the size of a peanut!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uhh, duh you giant cretin! I mean, have you ever even seen your own dick?! It should be on the fuckin' nuclear watchlist, that thing. It could probably rip my - Wait, what are you-!"

Jax exclaimed, completely caught off guard as he was suddenly rushed up against the wall. One of Corey's hands pressed against the wall bedside his face while the other rested on his waist, gripping the soft and slightly curvy flesh with a bruising force.

"You seem to think that you can just run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want."

Corey's deep as shit, sexy ass voice combined with the closeness of their bodies and the erotic undertone of his words sent all of Jax's attention right back to where it was when all of this started, that place being his rapidly re-engorging dick.

Well, that and now also his ass, which immediately began clenching uncontrollably and slicking up in anticipation for what was surely to come.

Jax tried to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched croak as he obediently pressed himself against the wall. He felt so small, and Corey so big as he towered over him with a dark gaze, one that smoldered with steel-melting intensity.

"I said that there is no need to apologize to me. Did I not?" Corey tilted his head, the action akin to someone raising their brow with inquiry, "You have long been forgiven, baby. So stop talking."

Jax gulped, Adam's apple bobbing, and if Corey could smirk, he would have as he moved the hand that previously sat on his waist up to his pouty lips. The Alpha's thumb gently pulled at Jax's plumper, bottom lip, as if to tease them apart, and the smaller man couldn't help but accept the thick digit into his mouth that was quickly building up reserves of saliva.

From the outside looking in, the larger man likely looked completely in control of his facilities, but inside he was nothing but a storm.

He needed, craved the sensation of Jax sliding up and down on his cock, one that had long-since created an uncomfortable tent in his jeans. Whatever self-restraint training he'd received as a warrior flew the window when it came to his mate smelling like a fucking five-star buffet underneath him, and Dashiell pressed up against his skin in agreement.

Every muscle, every thought felt too tight, and all he could think about was searching for that sweet, sweet release, the universe-shattering kind that only Jax's body could bestow him with.

And, oh God/dess, when the scent of that slick, that fucking slick, finally came to the attention of his senses, there was no doubt in the Alpha's mind that he would be driven to madness if he didn't get his mate into the safe confines of their room in the next two seconds.

So, he picked him up.

Jax yelped, grasping onto his mate's broad shoulders as he was hoisted up into the air as if he weighed nothing at all before being carted off over the last few steps to their bedroom door.

It was funny, really, and Jax couldn't help but chuckle a little at the similarities of their position as he remembered the day they'd met; when Corey tossed him over his shoulder like a caveman all of those months ago.

Except, this time he would go wherever Corey wanted without a single complaint, the friction of his dick pressed against the warrior's chest as he walked only making him crave his touch that much more.

Corey knew he was being a brute as he kicked their bedroom door closed behind him and dropped his mate down on their shared bed, but he couldn't find it in him to give a single fuck. His dick was pulsing, his wolf seething with the desire to not just touch and claim, but to consume Jax.

After all, he had been so generous to share Jax with their friends all morning. Now, it was his turn to have his Omega all to himself.

Jax keened, their combined scents that permeated the bedspread turning him to putty as his mate literally ripped his clothing off, the tattered threads falling from broad muscles in his haste to get to the good part.

Meanwhile, the smaller man had to press his back into the mattress to keep from launching himself at the now-naked Alpha, the sight of those harsh valleys and ridges that made up his giant muscles making him want to get on his knees and beg.

"Pants and underwear. Off." Corey clipped as he stalked forward, unable to look anywhere other than the tantalizing minx of a man who lay before him.

Jax didn't hesitate even a moment to comply, thin fingers fumbling with the annoying, evil ass button at the top of his black, ripped jeans. Finally, sometime between losing his sanity and having a complete mental breakdown, he managed to free both his pants and boxer briefs from his legs, kicking them off of his feet when they tried to form a tangled heap there.

Corey was practically drooling at this point, gulping back mouthfuls of saliva as he lowered himself down onto the bed beside his mate. His brain felt completely smooth, not a single critical thought being formed as he descended and finally seated himself in the throes of arduous hunger.

Jax found himself confused for a moment at the position that Corey had assumed, back pressed to the mattress as he faced the ceiling. However, he didn't have to be confused for long, as the Alpha made his intentions all too clear a second later.

"Sit on my face."

All of the air was sucked out of the room with that single sentence, and Jax's face flamed.

"W-what?" he panted incredulously, absolutely sure that he must have somehow hallucinated what he'd just heard. There was no way that Corey would...

"I said sit. on. my. face." The large man clarified, "Bring that ass here. Now." There was no question in his tone, leaving room for nothing other than sheer obedience to his words.

So, Jax did just that.

Like a good boy, he obeyed.

A humming purr rumbled through Corey, the sweet ambrosian scent of his mate's slick getting more potent by the second as he shuffled his way over. The Alpha could tell that his Omega was more than a little bit hesitant at the prospect of this new and exceedingly vulnerable position they were about to try, so he did what any good dominant would - he took control.

Reaching out to take Jax's hips in a bilateral grip, Corey coaxed his mate closer to his ultimate destination, steadying him as he began to lift a shaking leg to the other side of his head.

"Corey, are you sur-"

"Yes." Corey deadpanned, one-track mind focused on one thing and one thing only; getting his mate's slick hole in his mouth. In fact, his tongue was already reaching out toward its prize, anticipating the contact that he so craved.

And then, when the Alpha finally managed to lower his nervous Omega down onto his waiting lips, he growled, grip shifting to dig his fingertips into the soft and generous flesh of the ass he loved so much.

"Oh - nngh - fuck!" Jax exclaimed as he finally sat on his mate's face, freckled fingers tangling up into the longer hair on the crown of Corey's head as he began to work him.

The Alpha shook his head in an effort to work it into the slick crease as he held the smaller man's ass firmly against his face.

He couldn't help it, he had to dig his face deeper, depper, deeper between Jax's plump cheeks as he lapped at the copious slick that accumulated around his hole and dripped down onto his lips, the sweet treat a practically irresistible drug made specifically to call to his deepest instincts.

He sucked, kissing at that perfect hole until Jax was sure that he was going to either pass out or die, right there on top of his mate's sexy ass face. The only thing keeping him from doing just that was the thought of potentially asphyxiating the love of his life between the rotund globes of his ass.

Oh, but Corey couldn't have cared less. The Alpha could feel the oxygen in his blood decreasing as he willingly suffocated himself in Jax's ass, and his jaw ached as he plundered his tongue farther into his mate's tight, dripping hole, but there was absolutely nothing on this entire godforsaken earth that would ever manage to pull him away.

He wouldn't, not until his mate was cumming harder than ever, hole spasming around his tongue and thighs crushing his soaked face.

Jax wasn't even comprehending the sounds that were leaving his mouth, the multitude of keens and breathy, inconsolable moans only increasing as Corey yanked his ass down harder, rocking him on his invading tongue in a slow, firm, and ever-so-torturous wave.

"Mmn... Coreyyy, please...!" The Omega begged, barely knowing what he was asking for, but Corey knew exactly what his baby needed, which was to cum all over his face.

Luka panted in the back of Jax's brain as his abdominals clenched and his cock throbbed and he felt like he was going to lose his entire damn mind.

"Your tongue is so - aghhh... Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

A few strands of Corey's silky, black hair slipped through his fingers as Jax's grip faltered, the Alpha spearing his mate's hole open on his hot tongue shooting Jax far beyond the edge that he had been precariously teetering off of since the very instant he'd made Corey's face his seat.

Corey fucked him harder, slamming him repeatedly down onto that that slick, unrelenting muscle, and Jax could do nothing but hopelessly grab at Corey's arms and hair as he came.

Jax's thighs clenched, streams of hot cum shot down onto Corey's chest, and the Alpha's tongue was practically strangled by Jax's hole as it convulsed and constricted like a boa around the muscle.

Jax nearly slumped over and Corey practically vibrated with the absolute perfection of it all, greedily gulping down his sweet reward as Jax's body pumped out buckets of slick in response to the rough tonguing he'd just received.

"Ah..." Jax breathed heavily as Corey gently lifted him from his face, the Alpha licking at his lips and breathing deep as he was finally able to oxygenate his deprived body once more.

The best part though, was that Corey wasn't even close to being done with his little gift.

Judging by the state of his dick, which stood straight up like a tower atop his powerful thighs, Corey had a few other plans in mind; plans that included fucking Jax until he cried.

As he settled Jax down on the mattress beside him, he couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at the adorable sight. His Omega was absolutely wrecked, curls strewn in all sorts of crazy directions, cheeks reddened and limbs shaky as he stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly and carefully as if Corey's voracious ass-eating had left him in a hollow state of shock.

Corey grumbled in approval, turning over to hover over his beauty and press a gentle kiss to his mate's trembling lips before mumbling against them with a voice as smooth as velvet,

"Why does every single part of you taste so sweet? God/dess, you make me feel like an addict." The large man praised and Jax whined, arching his back up in search for skin-to-skin. Corey wanted to grin, but since he couldn't, instead decided to tuck his face into the crook of Jax's neck to mouth at the slightly sweaty skin there, "... No matter how much I get of you, I can never get my fix." He growled, canines dropping as he neared the spot that held his mark.

The sensation of pin pricks against his most sensitive spot brought Jax back partway to the land of the living, and he found himself sighing with a sense of wordless contentment as he lifted his arms up to wrap them loosely around Corey's thick neck.

"Well you can go ahead and stay addicted, because you're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not." Jax grinned, pulling himself up to forty-five degrees with the leverage of his grip around his mate's neck. "Now, let's see if we can get you that fix, shall we?"

The mischievous grin that Jax flashed up at him made Corey's blood run hot, and before he knew it he was on his back, his rambunctious and notedly determined mate straddling across his waist and sinking down on his profusely weeping cock.

Corey's head immediately shot backward with a groan, the Alpha having to grind his teeth together to keep from biting his tongue clean off.

"Ah - so tight, baby - Oh god/dess you belong on my dick...."

And so did Corey - belong inside of his deliciously insatiable mate.

It was hard to resist the urge to dominate, every single curse word slamming through the larger man's brain as he tried his hardest not to flip them over and pound himself into Jax hard enough to bruise that sexy fucking ass of his.

"Move." Corey growled, unable to keep the Alpha command out of his tone.

The sensation of being filled like this was something that Jax would never get tired of, the girth of his mate's heavy cock stretching him to his limits making him want to loll his tongue out and roll his eyes back like a bitch in heat. He didn't even need the Alpha command to do exactly what his mate desired.

It was too much, yet also somehow not enough, and Jax rolled his hips, dipping his lower back in search of friction against that one spot that always left him drifting off into a state of pleasurable insanity.

Corey's giant hands were back, this time reaching up to grip around his lover's neck with a stable but not-too-tight grip, one that reminded Jax of his mate's impressive strength. Using this grip, the Alpha pulled his mate down to press their foreheads close, eyes sharp and undeniably intimidating as he growled out a warning.

"If you want to be on top, you better ride me like you mean it." He ordered, the dominant tone in his voice and the pressure surrounding his trachea making Jax nod like a bobblehead, hips immediately picking up the pace as he rode his mate hard.

Harsh slaps of skin-on-skin and grunts of uncontrolled pleasure filled the room as Jax bounced up and down on his mate's dick at a pace that made his thighs burn with a searing ache. But - eager to fulfill his Alpha's orders - he continued on, choking and sputtering every now and then as Corey's hand tightened and loosened around his windpipe.

It was all so good, so mind-numbingly blissful as he continually lifted himself and dropped down on his Alpha, and for a second Jax even wondered if his bed frame could keep up as it creaked beneath them.

But, seeing that hint of a completely destroyed expression on Corey's typically expressionless face was enough for Jax to decide that the bed would just have to be a victim tonight.

Corey knew he shouldn't have looked; he shouldn't have lowered his gaze down to that spot at which their bodies connected, where he could see his length disappearing into the tight heat of his mate, but he simply couldn't help himself.

And when he saw that - the visual confirmation of his unadulterated claim on his mate - it was over.

"Oh shit!" Jax yelped as the world spun wildly around him and suddenly he was on his back, legs pressed legs apart, apart, and apart some more as Corey practically folded him in half.

"Aghh! I can't-!" The smaller man blubbered, releasing a heart-wrenching sob as Corey literally snarled, hips pounding against his ass so hard that the flesh jiggled against him like water.

Jax could feel him so deep, deeper than ever before as he pressed directly against his prostate so hard that stars exploded across his vision. He had to dig his fingers into the bedspread to stay in one place, tangling them in the fabric beside his head as he felt tears form in the corners of his eyes.

"You can." Corey grit out between closed teeth, pressing his mate into the mattress underneath him as he hooked his hands underneath his knees to push them even further back. His Omega's legs trembled wildly as he fought his second orgasm that was rapidly approaching, and Corey - somehow - picked up the pace as he chased his own.

It was then that the bedframe gave one final creak before finally giving out, legs folding in on themselves and the mattress falling to the ground with a loud 'thud.'

But that didn't stop Corey, who was as determined as ever in his quest.

His quest to breed.

"Fuck - so deep - gonna knot you, baby -" The Alpha could only speak in broken phrases at this point as his hips stuttered, a gutteral groan worked its way up from a wholly primal place, and he gripped his mate close, the need to touch all of him overwhelming him as he finally found what he was looking for.

Release.

Jax wept, Corey roared, and both lost themselves in the ephemerally ever-lasting climax, one ripped from the depths of the other's body.

Corey - with the sudden influence of Dashiell - pressed his heavy hips forward, seating his knot firmly within the walls of his love and holding them there in an effort to seal himself inside.

He didn't want to see a single drop of his sticky spend leave the place where it belonged; deep within the womb of his beautiful, perfect Omega. He simply wouldn't allow it.

Jax shook, channel still spasming around the length of his mate for the second time that afternoon, milking Corey's dick for all it was worth as his physiology responded to the sensation of being filled. He heaved in deep breaths, trying to catch up on air as tears dripped down the sides of his face and disappeared into the shaved hairline on the sides of his head.

God/dess, he felt so wrecked, so owned, so claimed and he loved it more than words could every fucking describe.

"Mine." Corey ordered in a guttural tone, hips still flexed as he locked his mate in his arms.

There was a kind of vulnerability in knotting, one that made the Alpha ravenous with the need to protect and shield his Jax away from the world. That urge had only increased tenfold since learning of his mate's partial Omegan genetics.

"Yours." Jax confirmed, hands coming up to rub his Alpha's back in a soothing gesture.

They stayed like this for an indeterminate amount of time, but Jax didn't care. He would give his mate as much time as he needed.

After all, time didn't really matter once one was sucked up into the inevitable whirlwind of good dick. And even though they were wet and messy as they laid there, the only thing that mattered was that they belonged to one another.

Then, only after his knot began to soften and Dashiell's need to breed was tampered, did Corey finally find the willpower to gently rock himself from his mate.

But, he didn't pull away fully just yet.

"I love you." He whispered, pressing a forceful kiss to the spot just below Jax's ear as if it would somehow grind the words into his very skin.

Jax chuckled.

"Finally out of caveman mode?" The Beta teased, finally allowed to lower his feet back down to rest on top of the duvet. Corey responded to the joke with a nip to his mark and a growl that rumbled the entire bed.

"Never. Not when I'm with you." He half-joked back, brushing his lips around Jax's neck in an attempt to tickle him, "Now say it back or else I'll cry and it'll be all your fault." He teased with a joking tone, pouting as he amped up the heat on his tickle attack by adding in a hand to assist in the assault.

Jax practically screamed as Corey tickled him, attempting to squirm out of his mate's inescapably firm hold and out of the range of danger.

It was one of Jax's biggest weaknesses, his ticklishness. His mom would always joke that with one tickle he would give up every secret known to man, and that honestly wasn't too far from the truth.

It only took a few seconds for the smaller male to tap, unable to take the torture any longer.

"Ahh! Okay, - okay, okay! - I love you! I love you!" Jax screeched out, barely able to speak between explosive bouts of laughter.

Corey wanted to smile so badly right then. His mate was gorgeous all of the time, but in the throes of a laugh, with a giant grin on his heavily freckled face and joy thrumming through their bond, Corey felt nothing but a wonderful sense of peace.

"Good boy." He praised, leaning up to spoil his lover with yet another kiss.

However, just before he could reach his destination, his eyes glazed over as someone pressed forward through the pack link.

'Corey! You need to get down to the infirmary!' Berlin's voice boomed, the sound of it significantly more frantic than usual, 'Dad's in labor!'

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