Berlin

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Max continued to stare down at me emotionlessly as his apparent... boyfriend pushed me to the ground. My tears of happiness quickly turned in to tears of pain and betrayal as I realized that Max was paying no attention to me whatsoever, instead wrapping his arms that once held me around this imposter.

"W-wha-" my words were cut short by a feral growl and the feeling of Osias's muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me up from the ground and slipping around my waist. I melted into his chest, desperate for some kind of support, unable to hold back the ocean of tears that plagued me as I stared at the ground in a state of complete and utter shock.

Why?

I thought that he loved me...

I thought that he was coming back for me...

Osias held me in his iron grip, and I could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest as I pressed my cheek against it.

"Who the fuck are you two!?" Osias snapped, baring his teeth in a protective manner. I could see his pupils dilate in pure rage as he scanned over the Max and the man next to him, the deadly look in his eyes indicating that he was ready to snap someone's neck.

I turned in Osias's arms, seeing past my tears enough to see the small man jump towards to Max, hiding behind him as he gripped his hand again, obviously intimidated by the hulking figure that is Osias. Max may be large, but compared to Osias he looked a bit lacking in the muscles department. Regardless, Max cleared his throat, flicking his eyes up to Osias's and standing firm.

"Maxwell Spencer." he introduced himself before gesturing to the small man behind him who was still cowering away. "And this is my... Partner. Gus." I whimpered in pain at the sound of his voice.

Gus. That's an ugly name.

I flinched, catching Gus's eyes as he looked at me with a scowl. I stuck my tongue out at him in retaliation before burying myself back into the protective arc of Osias's arms. For the first time, I didn't want to move away, but instead found shelter and comfort in his embrace.

"And may I ask why you decided to assault my mate?!" Osias raged, his eyes swirling with gold as he attempted to hold his wolf back from tearing into the couple. Max simply chuckled to himself in a humorless manner before flickering his eyes over to me. I held his gaze for less than a second before tearing my eyes away. 

It's nearly impossible to look an Alpha in the eyes for more than a few moments unless they are your mate or you are of an extremely high rank. With me being an Omega, and with the blank, emotionless looks he was directing towards me despite also being his mate, I could barely stand to look in his eyes at all.

"He was just playing, that's all." Max attempted to negate the situation, playing it off as if nothing was wrong. "Maybe you should teach your little mutt to mind his own business." he continued. I didn't miss the dark look that came across his features as his lips tilted into a cocky smirk, twisting the features of the face that I used to find so handsome.

He looked like a completely different person.

"You said you were coming back for me!" I suddenly blurted out, slipping out of my hiding space but still remaining wrapped up in Osias's comfortable arms. I felt my bottom lip tremble as I stared at him, locking eyes and refusing to let myself back down. "But all of a sudden you're in California? With another man? You told me you'd be back... You told me..." I choked out, falling to my knees and sobbing heavily into my hands as my body shook with pain.

If he's here with another man then what was that dream?

If he's here with another man then what about us being together again?

I heard Max chuckle once again at my words, but to my ears it sounded like an evil cackle more than anything.

"You're the guy?..." I heard Osias grunt out, picking me up off of the floor and holding me on his hip as if I was a young child while I cried into his neck. Although usually I would complain about his action, this time I embraced the comfort of his large body against my much smaller one. It was like a blanket of pure muscle and warmth, and with the multitude of emotions I was experiencing at that moment, it was welcomed with open arms.

"Yeah, yeah. Well... Not exactly." Max rolled his eyes at Osias's question dismissively, thoughtlessly tossing his coffee cup away in the trash "He sure was a cute one, huh?" he laughed aloud at that as if it was some kind of joke as he touched his face, exploring it with his fingers as if it was foreign to him. At this point, the barista behind the counter was staring at us with an alarmed expression, but with a particularly harsh glare from Max, she scurried away quickly, leaving us alone in the small store.

"Shame that he was so stubborn. The Goddess tried to warn him, there's no coming back from the other side, but he simply didn't want to listen. Now, he's really gone. His loss." Max shrugged, the crooked smirk still lingering on his face as he continued. "It was too easy to convince him that I could bring him back, his soul was so willing to give up, all for his little fairy of a mate." He chuckled once again, the timbre now sounding demonic to my ears. 

"But I couldn't care less, honestly. I've accomplished my goal. I don't need you." he finished with a shrug of his shoulders and the same, evil smirk plastered on his lips. Gus giggled behind him and kissed his cheek at the last words.

This was not Max. This was someone else entirely, wearing Max's previous existence like a costume. 

"W-who are you?" I choked out behind my incessant tears that hadn't stopped flowing since we'd entered the shop. 

Max - no, the man who'd stolen him - grinned even wider, black overtaking the sclera of his eyes as he took a step forward. A pitch black aura danced around him, sickly black tendrils caressing his face and curling around his arms. Gus fell to his knees in front of him, staring up at him, mouth agape as if he was gazing upon the most gorgeous being he'd ever seen.

"Us Incubi do not reveal our names. But it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

I felt it all over again. My heart felt as if it was going to explode and my lungs closed up, causing me to sputter and cough out in agony. As little, black dots closed in on my vision, all that I remember is the feeling of Osias's arms as he rushed me out of the Cafe and into the warm, Californian air outside before I blacked out.

❦

I woke in a fluffy bed, curled up underneath a thick duvet. The light streaming through the sheer curtains of the window was tinted a light blue, signaling the setting of the sun. The air was slightly damp, but relaxingly so as the scent of the ocean was accompanied by it. I knew that we were in the vacation home, as the sounds of waves also drifted into the room.

How long was I asleep?

I felt that Osias was not in the room with me, and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me as the memories flooded back, corrupting my tranquil state of mind.

He was gone. 

For the second time.

And this time, I sensed he wasn't coming back.

My last thought brought the tears back full-force. My body was wracked with sobs, and I shook silently underneath the soft covers. As if sensing my distress, I heard the door to the room creak open and the scent of all that is Osias filled the space between us almost instantly. It calmed me enough to the point where I was only hyperventilating, choking slightly as I took deep gulps of the fresh air that entered the room through the window.

"Oh kitten..." I heard Osias mumble sweetly before I felt the bed dip down beside me. Arms roped with thick muscle wrapped around me, pulling me tightly against his incredibly broad chest. I didn't fight it, melting against his body as my thoughts carried me away.

I couldn't help replaying the thought of that... demon devouring Max's soul, tricking him with the promise of a second chance at life. 

Demons were considered the scum of the supernatural world, lowly scavengers that lived off of the death and destruction of others. Incubi were particularly rare but exceptionally malicious and manipulative creatures, luring in their victims with promises of grandeur before devouring their souls, for them to never to frolic in the Goddess's lush gardens ever again. 

"Baby..." Osias whispered against the back of my neck, trailing his lips along the soft skin there. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry that I couldn't just take away all of your pain and suffering..." he choked out, sounding as if he was in physical pain from seeing me in such distress.

I turned around to face him in his arms, my eyes drooping from my long nap as I trailed my thin fingers along his pecs slowly, drinking in every word of what he said. I savored the tingles that shot up my arm, a welcome distraction from the dull pain that throbbed throughout my body with each beat of my heart. 

"I wish that I could change fate for you." Osias spoke gently, a surprising contrast to his usually rough and demanding voice that made people scuttle away from him with fear. "Hell, I would even fight the Goddess for you if it came down to it." I went to protest his words, but he shot me a 'don't question me' expression, pressing a finger gently against my lips. His finger burned hot against my lips, which were slightly chapped from crying, effectively silencing me when I remembered the way Max used to do the same. 

"I promise to protect you." his finger trailed along my jawline until he was cupping my cheek, pulling me ever closer. "Even if it means my life."

I looked into his eyes as I felt my resolve fall at the sincerity of his words. This man had been nothing but kind and sweet to me, even if he was a bit of an ass at times due to his tendency to let his anger get the best of him. But just like me, he was a work in progress. 

I felt myself giving in as I moved closer, seeking the addictive touch of this man that practically offered me his heart on a silver platter. Although the loss of Max tugged heavily at my heart, I felt the weight of the immense pain I'd carried on my shoulders for moths miraculously begin to lift as he held me. 

I moved ever closer, sighing softly as our lips touched, moving together in a rhythm that spoke volumes without the need for words. It was a searing kiss, one that scorches your body with sweet flames until you're left to sizzle in the aftermath of the heat. His calloused hands roamed my body with care, moving in slow motion almost as if to ask permission before they moved to another part of my body. His roaming hands took with them all of the pain that previously left me stuck in one point in time. He took it all, leaving me only with the searing hot pleasure of the his touch. In that moment I felt feather-light, like I would float away if he wasn't keeping me anchored down to reality. 

As our kiss broke off, our bodies were tangled together on the soft mattress, I felt calm. More calm than I have felt in the past six and a half months.

We laid in comfortable silence. Osias begin to drift off beside me, but I remained wide awake as I steeled my resolution deep into my mind.

It's time to go out with the old and come in with the new. I would never forget Max, but it was time for me to move on.

Finally.

Osias

I threw on my black athletic shorts as fast as I could over my boxers before darting out of the door. Upon waking up in the middle of the night, I'd immediately noticed the absence of Berlin's small form in bed next to me. It was a disturbing sight, as he'd just went through so much mental trauma that I was currently on high-alert with him. He worries me. Berlin is practically the size of a lima bean compared to the wolves around here, and could be easily taken advantage of.

I sensed Berlin's distress earlier on in the day, while he slept after the fiasco at the coffee shop and I was busy helping move my pack's luggage into their designated rooms. Although I did not want to leave him under any circumstances, Ortiz began reprimanding me for ostracizing myself from the pack for so long when I technically set up the trip myself. I reluctantly went to help, but when I sensed Berlin waking up, I ran to his aid as fast as I could.

Losing your mate is one matter, but seeing them simply reject your existence right in front of your face is another, even if it was a demon who'd stolen his form. From the look on Berlin's face when the incident occurred, he was beyond heartbroken by the situation. If I was rejected by a demon in the form of Berlin, knowing that his soul was damned to hell forever, I don't know if I'd be able to go on. Therefore, it was important that I take care of him how I should, meaning that I would give my baby the world if it would make him happy.

York chuckled in my head at the thought, "When did we become so damn sappy?"

I shook my head at his words, focusing on following Berlin's scent as I combed through the quiet house for a place he could've ran off to. His scent wrapped around from the kitchen to the back door, and out to the stone patio. I continued on the path for a short while until a small figure, huddled in a little ball in front of the fire pit, came into view. There was a blazing bonfire in front of him, fueled by what looked to be fabric.

"Sweetheart?" I called out to him, approaching slowly. He turned his head to look at me, and I swear that my heart was torn straight out of my chest. His lips were trembling, eyes red-rimmed and his face was drawn with tears as he whimpered, his body completely bare. 

"Where are your clothes?!" I asked in a hushed but urgent whisper, no longer approaching him slowly as I scooped his tiny body up into my waiting arms in one fell swoop. I was relieved when he relaxed into my hold. There was not a hint of eroticism in the act of me holding his naked body in my arms, even with his perfect bubble butt pressing deliciously against my cock.

Rather than speaking his reply, he simply pointed one dainty finger to the fire in front of him. Upon further inspection, I could make out the pile of thick fabric that crackled in the flames, embers flying into the air as it did so. Taking a sniff, I confirmed that they were Max's sweaters that he so copiously hoarded, the scent being the same as at the coffee shop, only this time with a hint of a burnt edge to it

"Osi?..." Berlin breathed out, his cheek pressed against my chest gently as he clung to me tightly. 

"Hm?" 

"Thank you."

"For what, kitten?"

"For being there when I needed you..." he whispered, trailing off at the end and surprising me when he reached over, intertwining our fingers together. 

"I will always be there for you, Berlin. Always." I replied, lifting our intertwined hands up to my lips to kiss the back of his. Obviously the little act of care impacted him much more than I anticipated, as he began to shift his round little butt around on my lap.

Now it's becoming erotic.

I picked him up carefully, carrying us towards the private beach that came with the purchase of large the vacation home. As it was the middle of the night - or should I say early morning - the area was deserted except for a few seagulls resting along the shore. I set us down a nice distance from the crashing waves in the cool sand before gently setting my little mate back onto my lap to straddle me.

My cock stood at attention as he wrapped his arms around my neck, his naked body pressed dangerously against my own. His hips shifted against me knowingly, taking me by surprise at his boldness. He pulled back to look at me and in that moment I could tell that he was serious, as his almond shaped eyes were sparking a bright blue hue that signaled that his wolf was at the surface.

Of course, I complied with his wishes.

A soft moan of need bubbled out from him as I pressed my hips up, effectively pressing my hard shaft against his soft, round ass in a teasing manner. He pouted adorably at me, pressing his hips back down a moment later in an effort to create more friction, I didn't let him.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, my hands gripping his hips momentarily to keep them still. I didn't want to move too fast for him and scare him away, as it seemed like that's all I ever did these days. I told him that I would wait however long it took for him to accept me, and I wanted him to make this decision on his own, without any guilt or doubts to haunt him afterwards.

His eyes darkened as he looked at me through his lashes, his hot gaze telling me all that I needed to know in regards to his answer. His small hands fiddled around with something for a moment before he held up the green and pink bracelet in his hands, smiling at me through his drying tears before turning his upper body around and hauling it far into the ocean.

"Osias!" Berlin screamed out my name as soon as the bracelet left his clutches, grabbing onto my shoulders and rocking frantically against my rock hard length that was already dripping wet in my pants. I let out a groan of pleasure at the tidal wave of absolutely delicious pheromones that blasted out of him, calling out to my deepest instincts that said to mate him now. 

His heat was back. 

I didn't know how or why, but in that moment I didn't care. I had a one-track mind, and so did York as he howled out inside of my mind, ecstatic at the idea of finally connecting with our mate in such a way. Horny dog.

"Please..." Berlin's soft, begging voice registered in my head and caused me to finally jump into action. 

Time to show my little mate exactly who is in charge.

With a dominating growl I flipped Berlin over in the sand, settling behind him before lifting his round ass up by his wide hips, sucking in a breath as his back arched into the perfect semi-circle. He looked absolutely angelic laying there in the sand, beads of sweat across his brow and his hair strewn across his head, a strand or two stuck to those delectable lips of his as he squirmed, seeking the heat of my body. The sight of his fluttering, pink hole almost had me seeing red and I reached out immediately, my large hands each claiming one of cheeks as I dove in.

My kitten let out a loud scream of pleasure as my tongue brushed against his entrance, his knuckles turning white as it broke past the ring of muscles and slipped inside of his tight walls; stretching him gently and getting him wet for what was to come. His sweet slick coated my tongue and drove me wild as I worked him, beautifully lubricating his hole for me.

I tongue-fucked him for a minute or two while he moaned uncontrollably, before pulling back and promptly slipping one thick, long finger inside of his glistening hole that winked back at me, desperate for more. The action earned me yet another sound of pleasure from Berlin as he squirmed impatiently in the sand, bucking his hips back against my hand in a search for more stimulation.

"O-Osi! F-fuck me already! Fill m-me up!" he moaned out, barely able to form words as his movements got more frantic, pushing his hips back further as he fucked himself on my finger. The arch in his back deepened as he pushed back in the sand, biting his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he panted in ecstasy.

"Shh, we will get there. Don't you worry sweetheart." I smirked as I whispered in his ear, my voice deep and laced with baritone as York pushed to the front, eager to get a glimpse of Berlin bent over and writhing with pleasure in the sand. York involuntarily forced my body forward, causing me to dry-mount the small boy underneath me, my clothed cock pressing against his taut ass, rolling my hips slowly in an effort to create friction. 

"Fuck... You look so edible laying beneath me like that..." I whispered in his ear, reaching around him to tease his weeping member as he trembled beneath me. He shuddered from the sheer intensity of my touch, his eyes squeezing closed as he tried to cope with all of the sensation he was thrown into. 

Too many clothes.

My shorts and boxers landed somewhere along the sandy shore and I flipped Berlin over once more so that he was facing me as I hovered threateningly over him. I'll never forget his lewd expression as he laid underneath me: cheeks flushed a deep pink, his eyes half-hooded and hands reaching up to tangle in my dark hair while soft legs slid up to wrap around my waist. It was a sight that I wanted to burn into my mind forever. 

We met in the middle with a searing kiss, his pheromones almost tripling in strength with our direct skin-on-skin contact. It was a passionate and frantic kiss, yet it was also filled with need and yearning that couldn't be expressed by any words in existence.

I couldn't wait any longer.

In the midst of our kiss, I guided my throbbing tip to his puckered entrance, and I was rewarded with a small sound of permission from Berlin as I did so. I sucked in a deep breath, reaching one arm down to grip his hip I slipped just the tip inside of him. Berlin's back immediately arched off of the sand as he screamed out against my lips, and I let out a deep growl of sheer pleasure in return as I felt our bond strengthen, connecting us as one. 

And I lost the ounce of patience I had left.

"Ahh!" Berlin screamed out, throwing his head back in the sand and revealing his neck to me as I slammed my thick cock into him. I was barely in control of my human side as I buried myself deep inside of his tight walls, rolling my hips roughly against him as he tried to meet my powerful thrusts. My lips traveled down his neck as I let out a continuous series of growls, York taking over my human body for the time being as he searched for his spot on Berlin's neck.

"H-h-harder!"

York happily obliged, pulling out almost to the tip before hammering right back inside of his tight walls. It was hard to concentrate on keeping my strokes steady as his ass squeezed my pulsating cock hard, like I was in a python's grip. Berlin thrashed his head around in the sand, moving his body along with mine as he gripped me, his nails shifting into claws before raking them down my back. I gritted my teeth at the slight pain but the pleasure outweighed all of it, even as I felt a light trickle of blood drip down my back. It would heal fast.

"O-Osia- Oh my Goddess!" he groaned out, tilting his head in submission as he felt my canines extend. The familiar feeling of my impending orgasm sent my hips pistoning in and out of my tiny mate, making him to scream out once more as he tried to catch his breath in the damp air. The sweet sound of our lovemaking and the waves behind us seemed like the only ones in the world at that moment as I came deep inside of my beautiful mate's tight heat, my body tensing and my canines piercing flesh, sinking deep into the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. 

I claimed him as my own in that second, his life essence mixing with mine eternally. I felt his release as it splashed between us, coating both of our chests and stomachs in the sticky liquid while sounds of pleasure slipped from his pouty lips.

Our bodies dripped with sweat as we stilled, basking in the afterglow of our mating. I slowly removed my canines from his neck, tenderly licking at the wound until it sealed shut before doting over the spot, kissing it over and over. I felt my cock begin to swell again inside of him as my knot formed, making sure that we stayed connected for another short amount of time.

I kissed Berlin's lips softly when I pulled away from his neck, carefully shifting us so that I laid down behind to him before wrapping my arms protectively around his small figure. I could tell that he was spent, as soft pants left him intermittently, and he barely reacted to my knot stretching his tender hole.

I don't remember how long we laid there on the beach until my knot finally went down and I was able to slip from inside of his body to gather him up in my arms and carry him inside. Frankly, I didn't care.

As I stared lovingly at his angelic features while he slept soundly in our bed, I couldn't shake one thought.

Berlin is mine now.

Truly mine.

And I'd be damned if anyone tried to take him from me now.