Abel panted, stared down at the tempting offering beneath him. He could feel the press of Tommy’s hardening dick against him and his own, swelling with need. Tommy reached out, touching his unshaven cheek, about to drag his lower, but Abel growled, used one hand to keep Tommy’s wrists above his head.

“I’m in control here,” he said.

Abel didn’t know where this new confidence came from, except he was starting to like his new, confident self. Tommy, too, felt the same way, because the Omega licked his lips in anticipation. The smell of their arousal was thick in the air, ambrosia he drank down eagerly.

“Okay,” Tommy whispered. “I like this new side of you.”

Abel kissed Tommy again, taking all of the Omega in. This time he didn’t rush. He took his time, tasting Tommy, licking, sucking, nipping. When he pulled back, Tommy parted his lips slightly, expression dazed.

“So good,” the Omega murmured.

A smile found its way to his lips. “We’ve just begun. Keep your hands above your head.”

Tommy nodded, an eager expression on his face. Abel had every intention of making his sweet Omega mewl for him, beg him for more. He layered kisses down the side of Tommy’s neck, fixating on a particular spot between shoulder and neck. Setting a bit of teeth there, Tommy shuddered, moaning.

“Please,” Tommy whispered.

He raised his head. “What exactly are you begging me for, Omega?”

“Make me yours. For real.”

His wolf rose to the surface, eager to take what this Omega offered so freely. If Abel placed his mate mark on Tommy, it would seal their bond. Tommy wearing his marks would tell the world Tommy was rightfully his alone. Abel snarled, his human and wolf half warring inside of him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he replied, voice harsh.