The Vampire's Last Omega

Marking: Part 4

If the heavens were finally giving Kieran some slack by sending him a miracle, he swore they better not retract it. Otherwise, there would be hell to pay. He'd find a way up there himself until they gave Teru back to him.

What were the literal chances of finding a specific grain of sand on the ocean floor? It was impossible. Yet, the last mortal omega, dominant, a virtue, and his destined partner was lying on top of him in reverse...

...with his hole overflowing with slick in front of Kieran's face, unable to move while under the influence of commanding pheromones.

"Eat," Teru told him.

Kieran growled. His rut waited at the starting gates, anxious to begin running at full speed. He shuddered when he felt the primal need to escape from under this omega's thumb and claim him, wanting to bite that nape again. A flickering color momentarily grabbed his attention. Sapphire blue sparkles shone in the dark around them, swirling like a nebula of stars in the deepest of space. There were rumors fated mates could see the pigment of their pheromones. Many didn't believe it, thinking the rare couple were so enchanted by the moment that they were hallucinating things. Kieran could confidently say it was true and it was the prettiest color he's ever seen, like the blue diamond necklace thrown into the ocean without inhibition in the Titanic movie.

The alpha pressed his lips against the fluttering bud coated in sweet juice and blood. Kieran groaned when the bulb of his cock swelled with pre-cum. He was ashamed because a knot was already threatening to tie. They hadn't begun the first of many fuck sessions to quench Teru's fiery heat, yet here he was, needing to knot early like a teenage vampire! Again!

His tongue flicked at the entrance, beckoning the omega to loosen up his clenched hole so he could enter. Instead, Teru swayed his hips and rummaged his hands through his shiny black hair, not listening to the frustrated dominant male below. The globes of his ass drew closer to Kieran's face, almost suffocating him. He watched Teru's back muscles convulse with pleasure and radiating heat. Fuck, this was sexy. Absolutely no one could see this except him!

He didn't have a choice with the defiant fox teasing him on purpose. He mashed his nose into Teru's crack, forcing his tongue inside. A gush of slick splurted in his mouth. The aphrodisiac unlocked the gates, prompting his rut to dash forward to the unseen finish line. Kieran held in the snarl that wanted to punish this naughty omega for keeping him mentally tethered to the bed. The only thing he could do was slurp the flowing heat. His tongue explored the soft tissue, trying to reach further in to graze that spot. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

The only way to get Teru to listen was to push him over the edge into horny madness. He retracted his tongue, making Teru whimper at the loss.

Kieran didn't do anything and lifelessly laid there, much to his own discomfort because he was ordered to eat the delicious meal. Going against the authoritative pheromones was uncomfortable and borderline agonizing. An average alpha wouldn't be able to deny them. It was amazing how Teru had done this multiple times.

The dominant omega cried, scratching at Kieran's thighs to make him move. No. He wasn't going to do what he wanted anymore. This whole 'omega in control' bullshit wasn't the natural order of things. Kieran flexed his cock, prompting Teru to look down and consider what to do next-do nothing or satisfy the heat by waving the white flag?

This worked out in the alpha's favor. Teru, knowing Kieran would not continue without something in return, leaned forward and pressed his plump mouth against the drop of rut beading the tip, using it as chapstick to moisten his dry lips. He skimmed his tongue along the underside of the vein-riddled shaft, cleaning the pre-cum dripping down into Kieran's pubic hair.