The Mating Game

by Lana Ferguson

I don’t mean to wind up at the deck stairs, one hand on the railing and short a few dozen brain cells (the important ones, ones that help unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth in moments like these) as I try to process rolled-up sleeves and thick forearms.

“I’m going to give you my scent,” he tells me. “It will help. Okay?” I’m nodding vigorously, not even entirely sure what he’s referring to but wanting whatever it is that he’s willing to give. I feel the prick of his beard against the delicate tissue of my throat as he pulls me tighter, and only seconds later it gives way to his clean-shaven neck, the skin sliding against mine in a way that, for whatever reason, lights me the fuck up. “Oh.” “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s good.” The guttural quality that his voice has taken on makes my pussy throb even harder, and I swear to all that’s holy, if he asked me to get down on my knees for him right this second, I wouldn’t hesitate. “I know it hurts,” he hums. “I’ve got you.” I nod, whimpering when he rubs his throat across mine again. “Jesus. You smell…” His nose skirts along the length of my neck, his shuddering breath washing my skin, warming it. “Ripe.” I don’t even know if that’s good, but he says it like it is, and my entire body quivers with the praise. Just fucking absorbs it like a sponge and then asks for more. My back arches slightly as I squirm, and I can feel him hard and insistent against my ass. God, I want that. “Hunter,” I mewl. “Please.” “Hand in your panties, Tess,” he commands, clearing his throat as he tugs his face from my neck. “You’ll need to touch yourself.” I shove my hand into my pants so fast I could be in a professional competition to get there first—my modesty apparently a thing of the past—hissing...

“You’re going to make yourself come,” he tells me. “That’s all that’s going to happen here. I don’t want you to stop until you soak those little fingers. Can you do that?” I suck in a breath. “Y-yes,” I manage. “I can do that.” “That’s a good girl,” he breathes, then his grip on me tightens, like he’s realizing what he’s said.

My mouth falls open as I start to fuck my fist, the action rough and raw and nothing like what it might feel like had this happened under different circumstances. If Tess weren’t a stranger who had only asked for my help out of desperation. Maybe in that alternate reality I might have her on her stomach right now, maybe I’d be teasing the head of my cock against her slick entrance, pushing inside her ever so gently even as she keens for more. Maybe I’d be feeling the warm, wet stretch of her enveloping my cock, sucking me deeper inside even as she begs for my knot. Maybe I’d— “Fuck.” Cum jets from my cock and coats my palm, but still I don’t stop. I stroke myself with my warm release, my breath sawing out of me roughly as my knot starts to swell, even without being snugly fitted inside an omega in heat. It’s brutal and a bit painful, and all I can do is reach lower, wrapping my hand around the useless swell and massaging it with my fist to try to bring some relief.

My hands slide to her hips under the water, urging her upward. “Let me make it better with my tongue. Please.” Her nod heats my blood, and already I’m helping her scramble to the edge of the hot tub, tugging down her boy shorts as she goes. And when she’s bare from the waist down, I waste no time diving between her thighs. No warning, no pretense—just my tongue in her pussy like I’m starving for her. With her scent thick in the air, threatening to suffocate me in a way I would say thank you for, I guess that I am. “Hunter!” I close my eyes as I lap at her slit again and again until the slight tinge of chlorine gives way to the heady taste of her. I grab her thighs and pull them over my shoulders, unable to stop tasting her for even a moment. She gasps and writhes against my face when my tongue touches her clit, and I swirl it around the little bud ravenously as I curl my hands over her thighs to hold her tightly against me.

Make her come, my alpha chants. Make her come all over you. Mark her. Make her yours. Make sure everyone knows who she belongs to. “Hunter—ohmygod, Hunter.” I hum against her, my nails biting into the soft flesh of her thighs as animalistic sounds rumble in my chest. I feel it when it happens, and it’s far too late for me, but the sensation of her pretty pussy quivering on my tongue, of the gush of her slick that coats my mouth and chin—it’s enough to have me licking a wide stripe down the center of her, slower now, like she’s a treat to be savored.

“Your heat,” I say through gritted teeth. “It forces me to knot…outside.” She looks confused. “Knot?” “Yes.” It dawns on me then, that she likely has no idea what I’m talking about. “When an alpha and omega…have sex, the alpha…you see, his dick, it…swells.” Her brows shoot up. “Swells?” “Fuck. It would just be easier if I show you.” I stand with effort, drawing my shorts down only low enough for her to catch a glimpse of the base of my cock, flushed with blood and swollen to a round mass that should be inside her, making sure she keeps my cum. As it is, it fucking hurts. “That’s…Wow. Why does it do that?” “Well, at some point…it was to ensure conception. It’s…part of our biology.” “So if we were having sex…” Her eyes look a little glazed now. “That would be…?” “Inside you,” I murmur, watching the way her pupils dilate. She lifts her hand as if considering, then looks up at me. “Can I?” I nod shakily, the idea of her touching me making my head rush. Her little fingers reach out tentatively, brushing against it, and I hiss as it throbs from her touch. “It hurts?” “When it happens…like this. Yes.” “Like this?” “…Outside.” Her mouth parts in surprise. “Oh. Oh.” Her teeth press against her lower lip, considering that. “How can I help?” “Usually I just…” I reach down to grip it, squeezing it roughly, massaging the dull ache away. “Like this.” I watch as she licks her lips, her breath puffing out of her. “I could do that.” “You don’t have to…” She touches me again, and my knees a...

“Fuck, Tess,” he rumbles, the tip of his finger reaching to trace the bare skin of my breast that just peeks out from my rucked-up sweater. “There’s one here.” His head dips to press his mouth there, and my back bows instinctively when I feel warm air kiss at my nipples as he pulls my sweater higher. “And here.” His tongue flicks along the swell, sucking gently at the spot. “Even…here.” His tongue is light at first against my nipple, teasing at the spot he’s found before he swirls around the entire thing in a slow circle—but then his entire mouth covers it, sucks it inside, making me moan, and then he just…keeps going. I can feel him growling against me, actually feel it like a deep vibration that hums along my skin, and my fingers push into his hair again—to bring him closer or to push him away, I really can’t be sure. It feels so good, I can’t decide what I want.

“It’s been a long time for me too,” I manage. “I mean, not that I’ve ever touched a woman, but—Ah.” My hips cant upward when he pushes as deep as his finger will reach, twisting a little as he withdraws, only to do it all over again. “You’re so slick for me,” he practically hums. “Tell me how to touch you. I want you to feel good.” “I mean, you’re off to a stellar start,” I pant. “Oh. Keep doing that.” He presses the heel of his hand against my clit again, rubbing it slightly as his finger continues to pump in and out of me. When he adds a second, I think I actually shout a little. I can’t be sure, since Hunter chooses then to slant his mouth across mine, swallowing down the sound. I can feel his cock pressing on my stomach, hard and positively throbbing through the soft flannel of his pants, his hips tilting back and forth a little so he can rub himself against my skin. It’s a little clumsy, the way I grab at his waistband to try to pull him free, and it definitely takes a second longer than it probably would if his tongue weren’t occupying my mouth and his fingers weren’t occupying…other places, but somehow I manage to wrestle him out of the confines of his pants to feel the hot, velvety length of his cock as it thumps (yes, I said thumps) against my belly.

I love that when he touches me, it’s bye-bye to the quiet, reserved Hunter. Hello, axe-wielding sex lumberjack.

Getting my underwear off has me spreading my legs a little to help him, and no sooner am I rid of them than he has his hands running up the insides of my thighs to keep me that way. He holds me open so he can curl his body and press a kiss right above my crease, brushing his nose back and forth along the soft, neat curls there. If I weren’t so horribly turned on, I might even be embarrassed. “If I didn’t need to come inside you so badly,” he says against my core, lowering to give me one broad lick directly up the center with a rumbled sound that seems to come from deep in his chest and has my back arching and my breath catching, “I’d be down here all night.”

“Talk to me,” he says into my neck. “Can you take my cock now? Tell me what you need.”

The head of his cock is so broad and so hot, but in a way that makes me want to sink down farther, to feel his heat deeper. I would too, if it weren’t for the sheer fucking size of him.

He pushes up from the floor to stand, retrieving his plate, and I realize that he’s really not planning to indulge in a little secluded sexcation with me. Cowabummer.

“Please,” she says pouting. “I need—” “I know what you need. Come here.” She is hesitant as she moves up my chest, a trail of slickness left in her wake, and I’d be happy to let it cover my entire body. When her thighs are around my head, I pull her close, my hands gripping at the rounded curves of her ass until the wet center of her pussy is just where I want it. Fuck. I could live like this. Survive on her alone. Breathing her in. Tasting her. I can see everything from this angle, the way her slickness trails out of her at a steady pace, the way her pussy clenches at nothing. Soon. Soon I will give her more than enough to fill it. I tease at her entrance, enjoying the way she watches me as I do so. I like the way her lashes flutter when I push a finger inside her, wetting it, slowly pumping it in and out until her breath catches. “Lean back,” I urge. “Put your hands on my stomach.” She does so without question, and her obedience speaks to something inside me that I haven’t allowed myself to touch for a very long time. I’d almost forgotten it, it’s been so long. “That’s my good girl. I want you to brace yourself. Don’t let go.” “Hunter.” “I know, I know. I’m going to take care of you. Just take the edge off a little.” I curl my fingers around her hips, gripping the soft swell and tugging her even closer so I can lick a long stripe up her center. I hum against her slick core, loving the way it forces a gasp out of her. “You made such a mess, after all.” I let my tongue lin...

I’m left with a mess of fluids in her wake, and I let my fingers trail lazily through them to gather them up. She watches with wide eyes as I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean without looking away. When I move to do it all over again, I instead let my fingers hover, holding her gaze before offering the slicked digits to her instead. “Open.” She obliges, letting her lips part as I push my fingers into her mouth. “Taste.” She sucks softly, pupils blown wide to the point that her eyes appear black. Her lashes flutter somewhat as she tastes herself on my fingers, and it only heats my blood further. “Do you need more, Tess?” She nods dazedly, still sucking my fingers.