Noah's POV
Kieran is standing over me, and I have never hated the moon more.
Not because it's too bright or because I'm ungrateful for the goddess's gift—but because it's putting a halo around his beastman body and making him look like some damn deity. The kind of god that demands offerings of sweat and surrender and makes his worshippers beg for ruin.
And I am so, so ready to be ruined.
His knot's already starting to swell. I can smell it—the faint, sweet musk that means instinct's taking over. My wolf is howling, clawing at my insides. My thighs are slick. And every inch of me is screaming 'fuck please.'
Kieran smirks, gaze glinting like his claws.
"As much as I want to hurry to the part where you're screaming my name, I'm really enjoying seeing you on your knees."
I give him my cheekiest grin and crawl forward, resting my head on his thigh. My fingers trace the heat radiating off his length, and when I lick from his engorged knot to the tip of his cock, he hisses through his teeth.
"I can remain on my knees," I purr. "And I can make you scream my name instead."
His fingers rake into my hair like claws through leaves, sharp and purposeful. He grabs a fistful and yanks my head back. My breath catches at the stretch. It hurts, but it's the kind of pain that reminds me I'm alive. The kind that tells me I'm wanted.
His voice is low and rough when he says, "Not so fast, Omega. I have a few questions for you."
Of course he does. Doctor Kieran. I roll my eyes and struggle not to look directly at his cock, which is now only inches away from my mouth. He knows what he's doing—dangling pleasure like a carrot in front of a starving beast.
"I came here to have my insides rearranged, not take a pop quiz."
His chuckle is deep, sinful and only feeds more heat into my arousal. Kieran presses his thumb to my lips. I open up, taking it into my mouth, sucking like it's his cock. I stare up at him, eyes wide, playing innocent even though I know exactly what I'm doing. His pupils dilate. He presses down on my tongue, and I let the drool pool, my jaw slack and hungry.
"Before I 'rearrange your insides,'" he murmurs, "let's talk protection. I'm clean. I test every month—even when I'm not sexually active."
My respect for him doubles, even if my heat-blurred brain thinks this is the worst moment for the good sexual hygiene talk.
Still. Responsible is hot.
He pulls his thumb out and I suck one last time, just to hear the way his breath stutters. He traces my bottom lip with the wet digit, and I swallow down the pooling saliva.
"Haven't had sex in over two years," I manage, my voice lower than I expected.
Before I can blink, his toes slide down the length of my shaft and brush against the entrance to my slick hole. I shudder—my hips buck forward, hungry for more— desperate for friction— but he only teases. Featherlight touches. No pressure. No satisfaction. Just cruel kindness.
"You poor thing," he croons in mock pity. "All you really want is for someone to ruin you properly, huh?"
I moan, unable to hold it in. Yes! Fuck yes! That's what I want!
"I'm clean. I'm on birth control. I want you in me. Do you have any more questions for me, doc?"
He laughs darkly, and my whole body responds to the sound. "Just one."
His toes slide up my shaft again, teasing the underside, and I bite down on my lower lip, resisting the urge to beg like a bitch in heat— even though that's exactly what I am. Then—he steps on my shaft. Firmly. My breath leaves in a yelp.
"You gonna take my knot like a good boy?"
Holy fucking heavens.
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I will."
He raises an eyebrow, smug. "You don't sound too eager."
Holy fucking heavens and hell.
"Yes Kieran!" I practically scream. "I'll take your knot! I'll be good!"
His satisfaction is heavy in his tone. "Then ask for it. Tell me you want my knot in you."
My mind is spinning. The cave walls blur. The scent of him, the feel of him—it's too much. I give in without a fight.
"Knot me—please! Please Kieran! Please, please, I need it."
The words echo off the stone walls, and I don't even care. No one's going to hear me scream in this cave. No one but him. The Beta I tried not to want. The one standing over me like a predator.
He smiles, slow and wicked, eyes glowing. "Pretty little omega," he whispers, "I'm going to fuck you until you see stars."
He removes his paw from my cock, and I whimper at the loss. He steps back just enough and extends his hand.
"Wet these for me."
I take his fingers into my mouth without hesitation, licking and sucking them down. My tongue moves like it's worshipping every inch, and his expression tightens with restraint. He takes my free hand and licks my palm in return. I swear I almost come from that alone.
He pulls his fingers away from my mouth and takes another step back.
"Touch yourself."
I blink. What?
I narrow my eyes at him.
"Seriously? I didn't come all the way out here to jerk off like a high schooler."
If I wanted to masturbate, I'd have just stayed home, locked in my bathroom with a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues.
But then I see his hand move down his torso and wrap around his cock. He starts to stroke himself, slowly and rhythmically. Deliberately. And my mouth goes dry.
He raises a brow. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
My fingers obey before my brain catches up. I wrap a hand around my shaft, and the moan that escapes me is pathetic. I watch him, stroke for stroke, heat pooling deep in my belly. He watches me too, noting the way I pleasure myself. The way I squeeze the tip and fondle the slit and squeeze tightly when I'm lost in the zone… like I am now. I speed up the rhythm of my strokes and bite down on my lower lip as my eyes involuntarily close.
Kieran's voice immediately cuts through the haze.
"Ah ah—" He tuts, mock disappointment in every syllable. "Slowly. Eyes on me."
I slow my pace, dragging my palm with frustrating restraint. I'm panting. Desperate. I start to reach down further, to tease my slick hole—
"Not there." His tone hardens. "That's all mine tonight."
I groan. "You're not being fair right now, Kier."
"You didn't ask for fairness," he says. "You asked to be fucked."
Fair enough.
I snort—but it dissolves into a moan. My eyes roll back in my head. My orgasm is barrelling towards me faster than he would let me stroke and I'm close. So close.
"I'm close," I warn, jaw clenched.
"Then I have another question for you."
I groan. "Now's not the time."
"Stop touching yourself."
That's not a question and I keep going.
"Stop touching yourself, Noah. Or I'll make you."
Oh goddess.
I don't want to. I almost don't. But something in his voice—his Beta dominance, heavy like velvet—makes my hand fall away.
My cock twitches in protest. My body feels betrayed.
He approaches again, still stroking himself, voice low.
"Tell me, Omega. Have you ever had Beta knot before?"
I freeze. My face heats instantly. I wasn't expecting him to ask that.
"Next question."
He tilts his head, amused. "What are you hiding?"
"It's embarrassing."
He chuckles. "Noah, my dick is inches from your face and if I keep fucking my hand like this, I'm gonna bathe you in my cum. I doubt anything you say now could be embarrassing."
A frustrated groan lodges itself in my throat. If only he'd actually bathe me in his cum instead of asking me to dredge up this embarrassing memory.
I take a breath. "Last year. My birthday. One of the guys gave me a coupon for half-off drinks at this club. I didn't think they'd actually read it, and Elliot convinced me I should go out. It was the third Friday of the month."
He waits, eyes narrowing with curiosity. "That's important how?"
"Turns out third Fridays are Beta-on-Beta orgy nights," I mumble, trying not to think about the weight of Kieran's cock against my cheek, or the heat pulsing off it.
Kieran's snorts and my blush deepens. "I told you it was embarrassing!"
"It really isn't," he says sweetly but I can hear the amusement in his tone.
Ugh.
"Long story short, they told me I was free to watch… and join in."
"But you didn't join."
My response is a tiny nod. "No. I… watched."
He doesn't laugh. Doesn't tease. Instead, his voice drops lower.
"And?"
I swallow hard. "It was hot. I know Alphas like to top but they didn't care who topped. It was just—chaotic. Equal. Everyone got fucked. It made for some… really interesting positions."
His hand strokes my cheek, tilting my chin up. His cock rests heavily across my face now, and the scent is ruinous.
"You filthy, needy thing," he murmurs. "An orgy? I'd never have guessed you had it in you."
"Kieran," I growl, "you can't stop me from cumming and talk like that."
His smirk is sharper than the fangs biting into his lip. "I'll tell you what."
He leans down, voice equal parts silk and sin, "If you open up and take my knot like the pretty thing you are… I'll let you cum in my ass."
I don't even hesitate.
His eyes blaze. His hips shift forward just slightly, like he's been starving for this.
I have too.
I lean back, tongue slipping out, and wrap it around the head of his cock. I take him into my mouth.