His body is spread out on the bed, trembling underneath feather light kisses that are peppered along the length of his spine. His fingers flex into the sheets, gripping them tightly as the small sting of his skin being sucked until bruising, sends a wave of pleasure crashing into him again. Delaney whimpers into the mattress as his hips are lifted higher. Warm lips are pressed against his ass cheek as he's spread open. The whisper of a breath against his hole has him fluttering in anticipation, however, Eli ignores it, moving over to mark the other cheek.

"Eli, please? Please?" Delaney begs, his voice cracking as he pleads.

Eli's voice is raw and rough around the edges as he continues to tease. "Please what, sweetheart?" Eli exhales slowly as he pushes his finger inside of Delaney. "You're dripping wet."

Delaney cries out as Eli takes him apart with great reverence and gentle care for the third time. He isn't sure if he can go again, but when Eli's tongue joins alongside his finger, diligently fucking Delaney open, he comes again, his cock twitching weakly against soaked sheets.

"I never tire of hearing you come undone for me," Eli sighs softly as he pulls to his knees. "Can you go once more?" His tone is gentle as he slides his hands up Delaney's backside, skimming his fingers along his hips before trailing them up the dip of his spine to push away the sweat-dampened golden-brown curls from Delaney's face.

He can only whimper. He's never been fucked like this—pushed to the limits of his pleasure, but still left to desperately crave more with each touch and kiss. There's something about the way that Eli takes him that leaves Delaney with an almost insatiable need. He opens his mouth to answer Eli's question, but the only sound that escapes is a moan that starts deep in his chest, reaching a high pitch as Eli gradually sinks deep inside of him. His eyes roll shut as large hands grip his waist, pulling him into slow, easy thrusts.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Delaney's nipples just barely rub against the sheets, sending a small shock of pleasure straight to his cock. He can feel his walls stretching to accommodate the girth inside of him as Eli rocks his hips forward. When hips recede, pulling back to only leave the head of his cock inside of Delaney, he can't take it any longer. He chokes out one last strangled plea, begging,

"Please. Harder. I need more," Delaney practically sobs. "Ple—ooh fuck Eli." He buries his face in the pillow, gasping loudly as the alpha finally slams into him, filling him completely.

Eli's moans are guttural and loud, each one sounding more fierce as he chases his pleasure, his knot inflating and pressing against Delaney's hole. Delaney is fearful that something that large would be painful, but there's a part of him that's willing to take that pain if it meant experiencing the immeasurable pleasure that would soon follow.

"I can feel that you're close," Eli murmurs, sweeping Delaney's hair aside and curling over his smaller frame as he continues to snap his hips forward. "You're so tight, fuck. You feel amazing."

Delaney tries to hold on a little longer, but the way Eli talks to him coupled with how his body weight has Delaney pinned against the mattress has control snapping clean in half.

Eli pushes deep inside of Delaney, so deep that he's expecting to be knotted, but the buffer of Eli's fingers around his knot forms a barrier that prevents them from being joined together.

Warmth floods Delaney's insides as he's pumped full to overflowing. He doesn't realize he's crying until he sniffles softly.

"Did I hurt you?" Concern weighs down Eli's voice as he kisses across Delaney's shoulders.

"No. I've just never—," Had someone prioritize my pleasure above theirs. Or listen to my body so well that they were able to anticipate when I was going to orgasm. He shakes his head, turning to look over his shoulder. "I'm fine."

"Good," Eli smiles. "Stay there and I'll clean you up."

They both sigh shakily as Eli pulls out. Any strength Delaney has left in his body dissipates immediately. He feels like he's melting into the mattress as he drifts off. He stirs awake when a warm, damp towel swipes between his legs, wiping him clean.

"Mm," Delaney hums sleepily. "I can do it," he blinks blearily up at Eli as he's rolled over.

The cloth is dragged along his sticky stomach as Eli denies him. "I want to," he stresses as he gently wipes Delaney clean.

His body feels like gelatin and he's easily manhandled as he's scooped up into Eli's arms. He's placed onto a sofa and covered with a blanket. He watches as Eli changes the sheets, slowly coming back to his senses. Once he's finished, Delaney is wrapped up in big arms again and held snugly as they settle under fresh sheets. Eli lazily traces abstract shapes on Delaney's skin as he's held. It's nice and domestic and... reminds him of everything he can't have. Everything he doesn't deserve.

He doesn't want to draw attention to his emotional distress so he asks the question that's been on his mind for the past half hour. "Why didn't you knot me?" He tilts his head back to look up at Eli.

Eli avoids his gaze as he asks, "Is that what you wanted?"

"Not necessarily," Delaney shrugs. "I just thought every alpha—,"

Eli cuts him off, "I'm not like every alpha."

"You say that with some disdain."

"Shh," Eli kisses his forehead. "It's late. Let's get some rest."

The subject being ended abruptly should have raised an alarm in Delaney's mind, but it doesn't. Not when Eli is pulling him on top of his warm body and running his hands up and down Delaney's back, effectively putting him to sleep.

"I definitely know that look!" Tristin squeals. "You had soul snatching sex." He squints as he stares at Delaney, eyes widening as he gasps, "For the first time! But... what's wrong?" His head cocks to the side as he stares.

Delaney absently chews on his bottom lip as he taps his pen against the papers on his desk. His legs are crossed at the knees and his foot is kicking out repetitively as nervous energy cycles throughout his body. "He didn't knot me," he finally answers.

Tristin reaches out and places his hand on top of Delaney's, stilling the incessant tapping. "Uh, why are you negatively reading into him not wanting to increase his chances of fatherhood by fifty-five percent?"

"Because," Delaney snapped, "it wasn't like he pulled out either."

"So," Tristin drawls as he leans back in his chair. "He doesn't want to knock you up." Delaney grimaces, inhaling sharply as the words land. Tristin doesn't miss that. He points at Delaney's face, finger circling as slowly as he questions, "What was that about?"

"None of your business," Delaney mumbles.

"You're failing greatly at your best friend duties," Tristin pouts as he crosses his arms in a petulant manner, huffing lightly as he does.

Delaney has barely processed the news of his infertility himself, so talking about it with someone else is out of the question. However, he and Tristin have been friends since they were eighteen, seven long and interesting years, and there is no way he can keep up the lie. He compromises, "I'm not ready to talk about it, but when I am, when I can, you'll be the first one to know. Okay?"

"I better," Tristin grumbles darkly. However, his countenance improves drastically at the promise of sharing closely held information and he chirps, "I took your advice."

"Finally."

"The clubs love the collars and leashes. So much so that I was able to unload the entire shipment and have pre-orders for more."

"Thank god," Delaney exhales as he runs a hand over his ponytail, pulling it back over his shoulder. "I was going to have to drop you soon if you refused to listen to me."

Tristin sneers, "Rude. So, tell me about Mr. No Knot," he quips.

Delaney scowls at him before he begins to share about Eli. When he's finished, Tristin lingers on the one detail Delaney knew he would.

"The sex was that good?"

"Indescribable," Delaney hums happily. A quick delicious shiver runs through him, causing his abdomen to tighten as he reminisces. "But he's...different," he worries aloud. "He masks his scent, he's not super aggressive like most alpha's, and he didn't knot me."

Tristin replies without thinking, "Maybe he already has an omega."

Delaney feels as if the rug has been pulled out from underneath him as he stares, jaw slack and eyes widening.

"You did ask him that, right?" Tristin pushes, "Right?"

Delaney slowly shakes his head.

"Jesus fuck, you're probably one mistress in a harem of mistresses."

"What if he has an omega?" He repeats.

"The only way to find out is to ask." Tristin glances at his watch and leans back in his seat, craning his neck to stare out of the office window. "Uh, it's almost 2. So, I gotta go."

Delaney snaps out of his blossoming panic to inquire, "Where are you going?"

"A certain adorable alpha takes lunch at 2. I'll see you later." He hops up from his chair and exits the office, calling out, "Malik! Fancy running into you here."

Malik stares blankly at Tristin, not breaking stride as he continues forward. "I work here."

Tristin's laugh is too high pitched and the way he slaps at Malik's shoulder is more than obvious, but the other alpha ignores him, walking towards the elevators in stony silence.

Delaney shifts his attention to the issue at hand. What if Eli has an omega? But, there were no signs of anyone else staying in the home. No shoes, no pictures of anyone else, not even a second toothbrush in his bathroom.

What if the other omega doesn't live there?

"Oh no," Delaney groans.

That would explain why he's so particular about his scent and why he didn't want to knot me.

Instead of dwelling on it, he decides to tackle it head on.

Through a text.

[Delaney: Do you have another omega?]

[Hospital Alpha: Like a collection of them? Oooor...]

[Delaney: This is not a laughing matter, Eli.]

[Hospital Alpha: Are you asking me if I'm seeing someone else?]

[Delaney: Is water wet?]

Three painfully long minutes go by before Eli actually responds.

[Hospital Alpha: I don't feel comfortable discussing it via text. Can we meet up when you get off work?]

Delaney stares at his phone in disbelief, his heart seizing with pain as the truth comes to light. "He has an omega."

He has an omega.