Chapter 1: put his love down, soft and sweet

Shane had told himself not to fall for him. It was a promise he had whispered to himself when he saw him, wet, dripping, and hard. He smelled divine: cedarwood, amber, and the most decadent nutmeg vanilla undertone. It made Shane’s gums ache with the need to bite. Throughout the years, the same thought remained. Shane Hollander, do not let yourself fall for him. He used it to power through his very short-lived relationship with Rose (a perfect alpha, with her coconut smell, peppered with some chocolate notes underneath, a very polished decision for his clean-cut image), and through— “Stop thinking.” A big, calloused hand grabbed his jaw, Ilya’s hand caressing his face, a thumb pressing on his lower lip. He felt lightheaded. And giddy. “Look at me, Shane.” And that, that was new. Ilya had not called him by his first name since Shane ran out of his apartment. A crazy loop of ohfuckohyouidiotohfuck and ohnoyouareinlovewithhimohfuckohmygod going through his head and his entire nervous system, giving distress signals to everyone in a mile radius; especially to Hayden, once he went back into the hotel room. Far away from his alpha. Unable to resist, he looked up. He knew what he was doing, pressing his chin towards Ilya’s palm, like a cat purring for attention. Ilya growled deep in his chest, making Shane’s thighs tremble. Shane felt his slick leak down his thighs, and for once in his life, he didn’t feel shame. He felt powerful, and fucking soaked. Ilya’s scent responded in kind to his, deepening most enticingly. Fuck. They finally knew where they stood and what they felt for each other. They had not said it in words, not yet, but Ilya’s opal eyes left nothing to the imagination. There was a hunger behind them that he had felt since the beginning, through hotel rooms, against doors, mattresses, and now, all of that gave him this: their scents mingling perfectly, a combination that made Shane keen. Ilya was not far behind, and he looked it. He kept sniffing their mixed scents as if he needed them to survive, and it made Shane lose it. He pressed his face insistently towards Ilya’s hand, opening his mouth like a bitch in heat. Fuck, he wasn’t, he knew he wasn’t, but with the way he needed Ilya… Maybe he could, if Ilya was closer to his rut. His beautiful alpha understood him perfectly and pressed two of those thick fingers inside his mouth. Shane moaned, high on his throat, unconsciously rutting his clit against the mattress. He maintained eye contact with his alpha, letting the whines and keens escape his mouth, while his eyes started to tear up. “My beautiful omega.” Ilya’s accent embraced the words with such care that Shane felt it to his core. He was trembling; he could feel it, and the slick pouring out of him in copious amounts only made it worse. “You are making such a mess, and I haven’t even touched you properly. Look at you, all dressed in your linen clothes… Looking like such a good boy, only to slut it out like this…” God, Ilya knew exactly how to get him, and he felt his eyes roll back at the words, sucking his alpha’s fingers (thick, strong, way bigger than his, fuck) into his mouth, needing the oral stimulation to focus. Fuck, he truly was a slut for Ilya. ⭐ The room around Ilya smelled like Shane. That tantalizing smell that had him losing his mind way back then, making him, someone who could have anyone, organize a fucking photoshoot with Shane Hollander so that he could smell him again. Ilya had never met someone who smelled like Shane before. And believe him, being bisexual, he searched. No alpha, omega, or even beta smelled as good as his omega. And it was torturous. His smell, an irresistible mix of vanilla and cacao, rum, and to top it all off, a warm spiced finish that made Ilya crumble every time he smelled it. The spices got headier when Shane was about to cum, and Ilya swore that it got him drunker than any good vodka. Thank fuck that Shane wore scent patches everywhere, a paranoid move that forced everyone to forget that yes, he was an omega, and fucking better than you. Ilya mourned it and celebrated it at the same time. On one hand, he wanted to smell him all the fucking time, god, he needed to. But if anyone else smelled his omega, it would cause a riot. You see, Shane’s smell was so captivating that it made a controlled alpha like Ilya, who had scored the highest at all the fucking tests to ever exist on consent and restrain, want to fall to his knees the first time he smelled him properly. The first time he had smelled Shane, it was a quick sniff during their first conversation. Somehow, it had gotten out of his many layers, and Ilya got a taste of it. He had felt drunk off it, his fangs half-dropping, something that had not happened to him since he presented. God, he had been so close to jumping him. Even now, years later, years where he had been with a lot of people. Slutting it out, said his dear Sveta. He had been with some omegas, with their own scents that turned heads, and to Ilya, that was all fine and dandy, but it did nothing to him. Alphas’ smells were different, stronger, sometimes too strong, and Ilya liked them, but their smells did not phase him. Betas were often sweet, smelling like fruit, with a hint of spice to even it out. No one had ever compared to Shane. No-fucking-one. Once, before an All-Star game, he felt the moment Shane took his scent patch before quickly applying a new one. He wasn’t the only one. Shane was hidden on a stall, the furthest from everyone, and for only a millisecond, the time it took to—quickly— reapply it, all the guys in the dressing room stood up to attention, ready to impress, and Ilya felt like he was dying. He felt his alpha want to fight for his omega. He was overwhelmed with the need to fight everyone around, no matter who, to be the one able to smell his boy. His omega. Hishishis. He remembers fighting it the best he could, focusing on what Shane would say if he lost his renowned focus for this. For him. (He would, though, if he knew it wouldn’t bite him in the ass, he would lose it at the sight of Shane, every single time.) His mantra at that time was to fucking get over him. Get over Shane Hollander. What a fucking hard task, once you have seen his freckles up close, the way he scrunches his nose when he smiles up at Ilya, the way he looks at Ilya inside the ring, ready to win another face- off. Now, with his omega sucking on his fingers like a fucking pornstar, he felt the confession at the tip of his tongue. The smell of his slick was heavenly, yet all Ilya could focus on was the heady look on Shane’s eyes, directed at him, only him, while his beautiful boy grinded against the bed. Kak yemu tak povezlo? (How did he get so lucky?) “Needy omega.” He whispered, his accent coming out rough around the words, and he saw Shane’s pupils dilate further. Fuck, how could he refuse such a treat for himself? He grabbed Shane’s chin forcefully, taking his sticky fingers out of that heavenly heat, and kissed him as if his life depended on it. He bit roughly at Shane’s lower lip, tasting iron, and yes. His alpha preened at the feral taste of blood, relishing having more of Shane inside of him. The need to have Shane overwhelmed him sometimes—most of the time, truthfully—and he longed to have him, fully. Whatever he can get, he will, selfishly, steal. Slick, cum, blood. His fangs longed to press into that smooth skin between neck and shoulder, right on where Shane is the most vulnerable, most pliant. Or in the juncture between his thighs and flank, where his scent got the thickest, closer to where his slick is produced. He heard Shane whimper, and that was all it took for Ilya to lose it completely. He grabbed his beautiful omega by his thighs, joining their bodies without a care in the world on top of the bed. He could feel Shane rutting against him now, soaked through his briefs, and fuck, he looked beautiful on top of him. He was looking at him with those doe eyes that drove Ilya crazy, the color of molten amber, with the prettiest eyelashes framing them. Shane Hollander was irresistible. He was a war weapon turned hockey player. And he was all Ilya’s. (Or he wished he was. Today was the day. He couldn’t fuck this up again. He needed Shane all to himself, or he would slowly perish away. Like a fruit.) “Ilya…” Shane’s voice was more of a mewl than anything, and it lit a fire inside of him. “Alpha… Want you inside of me...”

⭐

Shane felt feverish in his need; everything was moving slowly when he needed it to be fast, now. He needed Ilya inside of him, pronto. He had been fantasizing about his alpha’s cock since he left Boston. What a fucking mistake, trying to lie to himself. What a waste of time, truly, that he could’ve had with Ilya. He pushed up, unhurriedly climbing off Ilya’s lap, and he could hear the alpha’s protests, an arm about to grab his when he spoke, “wait, wait, i’m—” he couldn’t even finish before he was standing, and he got rid of his remaining clothes quickly. “Fuck, Shane.” Shane had a terrible secret; his knees felt weak every time his alpha’s accent spiked. It was horrible, an incredibly stupid fetish to have when you are sleeping with a russian man, truly. The way it wrapped around certain words, mostly swear words, made him produce slick like a bitch in heat. Ilya’s stilted words, which sometimes pulled his face into an embarrassed frown, made Shane want to kiss him until he had his way with him. Seeing as today was the day of revelations, Shane chose to be brave. “I have something to confess,” he said as he settled down onto Ilya’s lap again, worrying his lower lip, still flush with blood, into his mouth, “imighthaveakinkforyouraccent.” “What?” And ugh, the way he said what got another wave of slick, as if to drive the point home. “Baby, I don’t–” Baby? Baby. Baby! Shane.rar is not working. Please try again later. “Ilya.” His voice sounded desperate even to himself; he felt himself flush all over, down to his stomach. “I have a… fetish. A kink. For your accent. I like your accent. The way you pronounce words,” he saw Ilya, who was blushing, as if this was the best news of his life, mouth pronounce, “it drives me insane, Ilya.” Out of all the things he expected after his confession—a smug Ilya, bragging about it till the end of the earth, or a confused one, not understanding the why of it all—he never considered the idea of this. Ilya let a giggle. A giggle. It was the cutest sound Shane had ever heard from him, and even though he was naked on his lap, with Ilya’s wandering hands caressing him all over, the need for him ever-strong, he joined him in his laughter. “Я люблю тебя, Shane Hollander.” It sounded final and familiar. He had heard that phrase before. Shane had a feeling he knew what Ilya was saying, but he would never, could never, assume that. He needed Ilya to tell him for sure. To confess. Suddenly, he understood. A confession for a confession. Fuck. “I love you, Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov.” With one movement, Shane was right where he wanted to be; underneath the love of his life, who had tears in his eyes, looking down at him with what could only be described as heart eyes. He felt his breath get caught in his chest, all of his emotions bunched up into a tiny ball, placed right on his heart. He moved forward, grabbing those beautiful curls with both hands, and kissed his alpha with all his might. Ilya reciprocated immediately, kissing him slowly, as if he was eating Shane from the inside- out. It made him shiver, the way Ilya could get under his skin like that, and so quickly. With only a kiss, he was reduced to a whiny omega in need of a knot. His alpha’s knot. He felt his alpha’s hands move down, down, down, right into his ass, squeezing it roughly. Shane moaned shamelessly into Ilya’s mouth, opening his legs to give Ilya more space to work. He moved back and looked at Ilya, staring at him with the sluttiest look he could muster. He only got a rough growl as a response, Ilya’s eyes flashing red for longer than he thought he would. Not longer Mr Restraint, huh. His omega preened inside of him, knowing how much of a reputation his alpha had for having such restraint, such a controlled alpha, everyone said. Never acting out of order, not even when a dumb alpha tried to chirp at him about his mother, or an omega woman threw a hockey jersey with her scent all plastered on it for Ilya. Shane had lost it that time, calling Ilya like they weren’t just fuck buddies, like the omega had any claim to the alpha. Mineminemine was all he could think of at such an attack on his place in Ilya’s life. Nothing ever phased Ilya Rozanov, according to everyone. Nothing, except Shane Hollander opening his legs to show him his pussy, wet and pink, oozing slick just for him. He saw Ilya’s fangs drop at that exact moment, the way his eyes kept changing from opal to red and back to opal, as if he was trying to contain himself, yet couldn’t. Smiling as innocently as he could, he moved his hand towards his pussy, slowly playing with his folds, slicking them up, then dipping them inside of him. He made a show of moaning, showing his mating gland with a whorish moan, throwing his head back on the pillow. As he predicted, Ilya snapped. He grabbed his hand and licked all over the fingers with an unprecedented hunger, sucking on them like the best dessert ever made. It got another rush of slick out of Shane, and Ilya zeroed on it. Before he could even think, Ilya was on him. He took hold of his legs and forced them into his broad shoulders, and without ceremony, he dived into Shane’s pussy. Fuck, yes. This is exactly what he needed. ⭐ He couldn’t get enough of the taste. It tasted better than he had ever imagined. Shane had never let Ilya go down on him, too into his head to enjoy it, he said. And Ilya had asked, again and again, desperate for the taste of his omega. But Shane had never, ever let him. Until today. And fuck it if Ilya wasn’t about to prove himself to his omega. He took hold of Shane’s thighs, grabbing them tightly, hoping for bruises tomorrow. Fuck. He dove right in, pushing his nose against Shane’s clit, getting the purest scent right from the source. God, he was getting drunk off it. He moved to wrap his lips around Shane’s clit, sucking on it like it was the tastiest lollipop, and it was. God, it was. Shane was moaning and trembling, shaking into Ilya's tongue, dripping slick all over it, and Ilya couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. He moved from sucking to licking, pressing his tongue over the bundle of nerves, and exploring Shane’s pussy with gusto. He had wanted to do this for so many years, dreamt of it since the day they met, since he saw his omega in that shower, without a scent match on, and almost fell down on his knees right then and there. Since that moment, Shane had owned him. He could live just doing this, truly. On his knees for Shane, to give him as much pleasure as his omega needed. Deserved, truly. With that in mind, he renewed his efforts, moving his head side-by-side with his tongue out, grabbing all the slick as it trickled out. His omega was crying, shoving his hips into Ilya’s mouth with the sloppiest rhythm. Ilya hummed, sending the vibrations right into his clit, and sucked it into his mouth again. He moved his hand slowly, so as not to show Shane his plan, then plunged two fingers into him, hard. Shane shouted, a pitiful whimper petering the sound off, and Ilya felt two hands grabbing onto his curls, shoving his head forcefully into his omega’s cunt, as if he needed more motivation to take his omega into pieces. He turned up the efforts, just for his Shane. It felt feral, the need to get his omega to cum for him, to taste the cum right from the source. He scissored his fingers into him, sucking the clit into his mouth, his tongue working it slowly, trying to find the way Shane liked it. So many years together, yet another first for them. It felt fresh, like a new chapter. And it tasted like a dream Ilya had every night. He upped the intensity with his fingers, adding a third one, and crooking them at the right angle. At the same time, he licked into Shane hungrily, alternating between sucking and licking, and he could hear Shane’s little huh, unghh, huh increasing, his entire body shivering because of Ilya. What a rush. With the last suck, he pressed his nose against the clit and added his tongue between his fingers, deep inside of him, tasting him for the first time right from the source. He couldn’t stop the feral growl that escaped him, fuck, he tasted even better than the little tastes he had before. This was the most decadent dessert, a delicacy made for more deserving men, yet it was all for him. He felt his alpha take control of him, and he only heard Shane’s muffled shriek, focused on the task before him. He got his fingers out of Shane in a second and replaced them with his tongue, dipping into him like a man starved. He tried to get all of that heavenly taste, the spices around the omega’s scent spiked, and he knew exactly how to get them to implode; he moved his hand into Shane’s clit, spanking it, smirking when he felt Shane clench around Ilya’s tongue, and he pressed into his puffy clit, a beautiful pink that had Ilya obsessed, and moved his hand as quickly as he could, thanking the hockey gods for his hand-to-mouth coordination, as he dove his tongue as deep as he could. ⭐ Shane was sobbing, shaking, his orgasm in crescendo in a way he had never felt before. Ilya was everywhere, his hand alternating from spanking to playing as quickly as he could with his pussy. That damned tongue was making a place for itself inside of him, right where it belonged. He was soaked, completely out of his mind, and as soon as he felt Ilya’s last precise spank, he saw stars. His whole body seized in pleasure, clenching around Ilya, trying to keep him in place. His eyes rolled back, and his hips were thrusting into his alpha’s face, trying to use him for his pleasure. The high never left, and Shane realized it at the same time as Ilya; he was squirting, right into his alpha’s face. Ohmygod. He had never squirted. Ever. And now he was doing it right into Ilya’s face, little grinding movements made it even worse, soaking Ilya, and fuck, the thought came unbidden to Shane. He understood why he was squirting. He understood why he had never before, in a quick turnaround. Squirting was for mates; to impregnate the alpha with his omega’s scent, in a way the alpha could not get rid of. Shane had done that. Even before Ilya had mated him. Oh, fuck. He felt Ilya disentangle himself from his legs, pressing his hand into his soaked face, and to Shane's complete surprise and embarrassment, he proceeded to lick all the slick off his fingers. Shane felt more of his slick trickle out of him in the process. “I–I’m sorr–” “Omega.” There was no doubt in his voice, and he wasn’t asking; he was declaring it. “My omega.” Shane was purring. Purring. Because the alpha he had spent all his life in love with was declaring him his. Seventeen-year-old Shane was the reason this was happening, and isn’t that the funniest thing? He had always been talked about as an antisocial person. And true, he didn’t like too many people. Yet, for some unforeseen reason, he had been drawn to Ilya Rozanov, and he had initiated contact. Not the other way around. “Alpha.” He let his omega take charge of his tone of voice, his logical thoughts taking the backseat at the moment, and he sounded wrecked. “Please be mine.” He felt more than heard Ilya’s chuckle, making him shiver, “I’ve always been yours, Shane.” “Bite me, Ilya.” Ilya looked at him with wide eyes, a mix of emotions in his face: love, devotion, but also doubt, not of them, but of the situation. He looked like someone handed him a silver platter with everything he had ever wanted, yet he was hesitant to believe it true. “Shane…” His voice was tentative, his eyes full of a feeling Shane couldn’t name. “Are you sure? I— I know I can be a lot, and if this is something you’ve only thought now—” “I’ve thought about this since I saw you.” He admitted, his voice hushed, as if he were in a church confessing his deepest secret. In a way, he was. “I’ve wanted you as my alpha since I met you, Ilya, I just didn’t know if you wanted me back—” Ilya pounced on him; there was no better way to describe it. His body was still with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and his alpha touching him everywhere was not making it go away any quicker. But it felt good, it felt right to have Ilya skin-to-skin. “I always wanted you. My omega.” Ilya’s words felt jumbled, as if he needed to get them out as quickly as possible, and he didn’t think of the correct way to put them. “It was always you, Shane.” Those words lit something deep in him, a spark so bright that he couldn’t feel anything else. His alpha. His Ilya. They had been stupid, fuck, for so many years. I felt like the game of the mouse and the cat, always playing to catch each other, yet neither ever truly did. Until now. Shane knew what he wanted, and now Ilya knew what Shane wanted. Fuck it. He stared deep into those beautiful eyes, and with a determination he didn’t know he had for something other than hockey, he presented his mating gland to Ilya. ⭐ Ilya was floating. He didn’t want to wake up and find out this was a dream. Shane Hollander wanted Ilya for a mate? He didn’t think there was a world where that made sense, not really. He heard him declare his love for Ilya, but… A lot of couples don’t mate. A lot of couples who have been together for years don’t mate. It’s intimate. It’s a forever thing. The scents mingle completely, mixing into something entirely new for each of them. Of course, if one uses scent patches to cover it up, people don’t find the change as startling. But… emotionally, the bond put everything on the open. No more hiding from each other, no more not-knowing, no more being alone. Ilya knew how much Shane liked being alone. His fangs had dropped the moment he saw Shane’s mating gland being presented to him, and the idea of owning his omega made Ilya go cross-eyed. Shane laughed at him for a second, and Ilya couldn’t get himself to care. Fuck. He pinched himself, and God, yeah, it was real. “We—We should do it properly. While I’m inside you. Pozhaluysta.” Ilya knew his words came out in blurts, his brain not computing the situation at hand, but he couldn’t help it. This was his dream. His whole life. “Please.” Before he had even finished, Shane was flipping them, pushing Ilya into the mattress, and climbing into his lap like it was his life purpose. He looked like sin. Ilya couldn’t help but admire the stretch marks covering Shane’s ass, and he caressed them with care, the soft skin that soon would be his. God. Shane grabbed his face, locking eyes with him with such a fierce look that Ilya felt shaken to his soul. He nodded, biting into his lower lip to keep any embarrassing sound from escaping him. His omega nodded back at him and grabbed Ilya’s dick with one hand. Ilya hissed, his head thudding back into the pillow at the sensation. He felt like a livewire, ready to explode. He heard Shane take a deep breath and then felt him sink onto Ilya’s length. No more prep than an orgasm, three of Ilya’s fingers, and a fucking squirt he pressed deep into Ilya’s skin. He will never get it off his skin, and he was thankful for it. As thankful as he felt for the tightness of Shane’s cunt. Oh. Oh fuck. “Shane,” he squeezed the sound out of his throat, “condom. Baby, condom.” He felt Shane shake his head no, and Ilya was going to die. He was going to die deep inside his omega, deep inside the love of his life. Death by Shane Hollander. He had always known he would die by Shane’s hand, but this? “Mine.” Shane declared with a swipe of his claws onto Ilya’s chest. It took everything in Ilya not to thrust upwards, right into that tight, heavenly heat. “Wanna feel you, and I want you to knot me.” Ilya nodded dumbly, his lips wide open, looking devoutly at Shane. Whatever Shane asked of him, Shane got. That was his religion. “Wan’you to get me full of your pups.” At the words, he let out the deepest growl of his life. He took hold of Shane’s waist and thrust deep into him, making space for himself, right where he belonged. Shane wailed in unison to his alpha’s growl, and he preened at the fact that with barely just one thrust, his omega was crumbling. He moved his hands down towards his omega’s thighs, moving them in tandem with his hips’ thrusts. He felt like he was going crazy, carving into Shane with his cock, and all Shane could do was hang along for the ride. The squelching noises were maddening, spurring Ilya on like a fan’s applause in the rink. “My omega. My slut.” As soon as he said it, Shane clenched deep on his cock, and it took everything in Ilya not to come. “Yes, just like that. You’re so tight, ‘mega.” Shane was crying again, sobbing and wailing at the pace Ilya was setting, quick and dirty, just how Shane liked it. Ilya knew his cock was curved just so, in a way that always got into Shane’s G-spot when he thrust in just right. Ilya focused, his brow furrowing as if he was in the middle of the most important game of the season, and moved Shane’s right leg to his shoulder, utilizing his omega’s flexibility in his favor. It was worth it, because all he could feel and hear and taste was Shane, who was screaming little unhg, right there, please, Ilya, alpha, rightthererighttheredontmove, and Ilya knew it was time. Without stopping his movements, he moved Shane’s head to the side, presenting his bare mating gland for the last time. He made eye contact with him, raising his brow questioningly, sweat falling down their faces. Shane mewled at him, no words coming out of him, just tiny sounds that made Ilya’s ego skyrocket. As if it took all of his coordination, Shane’s nod came slowly, and Ilya didn’t waste any more time. He bit. The flow of blood filled his mouth, but he didn’t dare to stop thrusting into Shane’s pliant body, not when he sounded like that when he was filled by Ilya’s cock. His alpha’s cock. He was his. Oh fuck. The bond was forming slowly but surely, and he could smell their scents mingling together into a mouthwatering mix. Cacao, nutmeg vainilla, rum, and amber. Perfect. He sealed the bite with his saliva, watching it close as he rested his head into Shane’s shoulder, and everything hit. Shane had been clenching-unclenching-clenching for a minute, and it felt as if he was milking him. He realized, dumbly, that his omega was actually milking him. He wanted his pups. He looked up to Shane, who was staring at him with stars in his eyes, and smirked. Slowly but surely, he showed Shane his bare mating gland. It was not done, not outside of alpha-alpha relations, which were spare and hard to find, but Ilya wanted Shane to have him as he had him. Shane widened his eyes, shocked and elated, and without a doubt, he bit into Ilya’s neck, hard enough to break through the gland. Ilya’s body felt out of control, everything recalibrating as if he was a F1 car and needed an engineer to put it back together. With a lick, Shane brought him back. “Mine.” Shane’s lips were bloody, and his eyes were sparkling. He had never looked so beautiful. “No one will ever steal you from me again.” Again? He shelved that for another time and pressed his lips against Shane’s, feeling the elation through the bond and the feral need each of them felt for each other. It was dizzying, it was perfect, it was them. He felt Shane clench on him again, and he regained his brain function, focusing back on bringing his omega as many orgasms as he could. ⭐ They were mated. It all clicked back into place for Shane. Ilya, with a mating gland on his neck, claiming him as Shane’s. And God, their scents. They smelled so fucking good together, something Shane had always thought in the solace of his own house. Now, their scents mixed together made Shane’s gums ache, a need to bite Ilya again almost uncontrollable. And what was another bite to the mix? He grabbed onto Ilya’s neck, moving down on his cock slowly to distract him, and Shane got him. As soon as Ilya’s eyes went into a trance on his cock entering Shane’s cunt, the omega bit into the fleshy part of his alpha’s pectoral, leaving the perfect indent of his fangs. Ilya howled, his eyes turning red again and staying red. Oh fuck. Shane was fucked. His alpha stared at him with those glowing red eyes, his fangs fully out, and he could feel his dick get bigger inside of him. Ohfuck. He was going to get bred like a bitch. Best act how one. “Breed me, alpha.” He started bouncing on his Ilya’s cock, trying to get the situation under control, when he was flipped into the bed, a hand keeping his wrists immobile at the top of Shane’s head. He was in the position that Ilya liked to call shut up and take it, and he felt like he was going to die. Ilya started to pound into him like a feral animal, without a care in the world, trusting that the bond between them would inform them if he ever hurt him. He was fully using Shane like the omega he was, but this time, he was Ilya’s omega, his to breed, his to own. His to pump full of cum, and use him as he sees fit. It made Shane wail, a stream of filthy russian whispered into his ear, and he didn’t fully understand it, but fuck, he did. The way Ilya’s big hand was pressed into Shane’s stomach, pressing into where he was fucking into him, a filthy moan coming out of Ilya as Shane clenched again and again on his cock, wanting to keep it for himself. It was the best sex he had ever had. And of course it was with Ilya. It always was. And now it was Shane’s forever thing. A forever love, a forever man to fuck him and be his alpha. The best alpha in the league. The best alpha for him. Only him. Without warning, Shane came. It startled him out of his trance, the way he was squirting again, but now into Ilya’s cock, claiming it as his. His cock to use and use until he got round with pup, until he had enough for the day. Ilya was pounding into him harder now, his hips hitting Shane’s with such strength that Shane’s head shook, Ilya’s balls slapping into his pussy, making him cry out again. His orgasm felt everlasting, his entire body seizing as Ilya kept moving, chasing his pleasure, and a part of his omega head whispered darkly yes, use me, alpha before Shane could tamp it down. He clenched down hard, right when Ilya thrust in again, and his alpha let out an earthshattering sound. A sound caught between a growl and a whine, full of power and desperation. “Cum for me, alpha. Fill me full of pups.” He whispered right into Ilya’s ear, grabbing his neck and pressing his lips on the newly scarred mating gland. That was all it took for Shane to feel Ilya’s knot start filling up, the thrusts turning into a slow grind that made Shane see stars. He felt everything, and oh god, he didn’t want to go back to condoms ever again. He felt full to the brim. He had already tasted that feeling with Ilya’s cock, even without a knot, but now? He felt it on his throat, his stomach distended even before Ilya had cum inside of him. This man was going to be the death of him. ⭐

Shane Hollander was going to be the death of him. As his knot inflated, he kept grinding slowly into Shane’s cunt, puffy folds wrapped around his dick, and the way that cunt grabbed onto his knot made Ilya’s head spin. He had never knotted anyone; he had not wanted that intimacy with anyone but Shane, and Shane had run from the intimacy of his first name, so he had shelved it and forgotten about it. (He dreamt about knotting Shane Hollander since the day he had met him.) Now, halfway through the paces, he felt the adrenaline of a win fill his entire body as he came inside his omega, load after load filling his precious boy, until he could see how his body was adjusting to the new feeling. He saw Shane’s eyes get hazy, mouth open, and pink. Ilya wanted to eat him. Bit him until everyone knew Shane was his, until no one even approached Ilya with interest, because everyone already assumed he was taken. As the rush of his orgasm came down, he plopped his head on top of Shane’s chest, murmuring, “I love you… more than life.” Shane let out a sob and hugged him tightly against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” “Me neither. I’m yours, Alpha.” Ilya blinked through his tears as he felt the love Shane sent through their bond, overwhelmed at the pure love he sensed. He focused for a second and sent his complete and utter adoration towards Shane. “Oh.” Shane let out, pink mouth open again, and Ilya couldn’t help but kiss him softly, sealing their lips together as if to say imhereandillalwaysbehereforyou. Shane hummed against his lips and tried to pull him even closer towards him. He failed, and Ilya couldn’t help but laugh. “You want me to crawl into you, 'mega?” He joked, eyes alight with the need they both felt for each other. For the first time, he knew exactly what Shane was feeling, what Shane was thinking. He licked his lips, chasing Shane’s taste off of them. “Yeah.” The breathy whisper was a declaration of love for Ilya, and he had to blink away some tears at the combination of hearing that and feeling the devotion from Shane’s side of the bond. “Я тебя люблю, ‘mega.” His voice was rough, a confession in his own right, even though Shane already knew it, felt it. “Since I met you.” “I love you, Alpha.” Shane murmured back against Ilya’s lips, stealing a kiss to seal the deal, and Ilya couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. He chased Shane as he moved back. “You and I, forever, Ilya. I promise.”

Chapter 2: burnin' up a fever

The bond had changed a lot of things in Ilya’s life, and it had only been three days. God, he felt restless, like there was something buried under his skin, and only Shane could cure it. To be completely true, he had always felt that way, since Shane wormed his way into his life. He had noticed a lot of things since the bonding. For example, he could feel Shane’s emotions through it, even when he did a quick grocery run, kilometers away; he could still feel him, a glow deep inside him that belonged to his other half. He could also predict Shane’s panic attacks, which he found out when David Hollander found them making out, fully unaware of their surroundings, until it all dropped on them. Shane had begun hyperventilating, and Ilya found that for the first time, he could calm him down without words; his calmness reassured Shane’s panic, and in no time, they were in his parent- in-law’s driveway. It was… more than Ilya could’ve ever imagined. Yuna and David had been surprised, especially when they found out how long their relationship had lasted without anyone knowing. It was lonely, but worth it, because now, he truly felt loved. Shane made sure to send his adoration for Ilya through their link every morning, even if he was cuddling him in bed or in the middle of a 6 am run. Now, he was settled on the couch, mindlessly watching a game while Shane did his yoga in the backyard. He could sense the peace his omega was feeling, and it made him happy. It was cheesy, but all he wanted for Shane was pure happiness, and he knew he would do anything and everything to get to that. Even wait years to come out, he thought. If he was truthful to himself, he was just waiting for Shane. He had felt the spike in lust this morning, when Ilya came out of the shower with only a towel on his hips, very reminiscing to their first encounter; Shane had stared at him hungrily from the bed, even putting his hockey book down to look at him. Ilya had blushed. Impatiently, he got up from the sofa and got a ginger ale from the fridge, closing it with a soft thud. The walk to Shane was quick, but Ilya lingered by the door. God, it was a glorious sight. Shane was winding down, in a downward dog position, and Ilya couldn’t help the growl that vibrated out of his chest. His omega’s ass was on full display, tiny athletic shorts wrapping around him like latex; Ilya felt his control wavering, his eyes most likely shifting to a dark red that screamed Alpha. ──────────────────────────────── Shane felt serene. The wind around him was turning into a slight breeze, and it helped his flushed skin. The trees were responding to it, too, leaves falling while Shane worked his body into a downward dog position, inhaling then exhaling once he was in position. For once in his life, everything felt right. Ilya was inside the cottage, most likely snooping through his things, and he couldn’t help but feel giddy about it. His alpha. God, he had wanted him for so long, pinned for him in such a desperate way, and finally, he had him. He was his. A growl startled him, and he turned around. His eyes found Ilya, standing with his hip cocked by the door. His eyes were a dark red that made Shane’s heart start beating faster, a predatory look on his beautiful face. He looked like the big, bad wolf ready to eat him. Fuck, why did that turn him on? He felt a fresh wave of slick trickle down, soaking his shorts, and saw the way Ilya’s nose twitched with interest, then his fangs dropped. Oh fuck. Shane felt the urge to run, even though he was thoroughly claimed by this man; the omega in him wanted to take chase, make his alpha work for it, and so he did. Before Ilya said a thing, Shane was running through the woods, not giving him a chance. He could hear him cursing as he settled the ginger ale on the table and chased after him. Shane was quick. He had always been, and also was lighter. Ilya was packed with muscle, helped by his alpha metabolism, and so he was slightly heavier and slower. Shane let out a breathless laugh, speeding up and zig-zagging across the trees. He could hear Ilya chasing him, upping his speed to match Shane’s, and he did. “Caught you, ‘mega.” The words were slurred through his fangs, his accent making Shane weak again. He looked feral; his eyes were still dark red, and his lips had a few drops of blood on them, most likely from his fangs biting through the flesh. God, Ilya had wanted him so much that he drew blood. Something primal in him enjoyed it, his big, controlled alpha losing it just for Shane. Boring, slightly antisocial Shane could take this beautiful man, an alpha that had many omegas, betas, and even other alphas follow him across the US and Canada just to see him. An alpha that everyone lusted over, talked about, and was rated Hottest Alpha in the league, counterpart to Shane’s Hottest Omega. An alpha that Shane had wanted to be his since he was seventeen. His. Only his. No other person had had Ilya the way he had. No one had seen his mate on his knees, begging for a taste, whining at Shane’s feet. Shane snarled playfully at Ilya, getting a smack on his ass in return. He let out a whimper at the feeling, the slick pooling on his shorts getting wetter. Ilya smirked, grabbing his ass with both of his hands, gripping through his shorts, and he couldn’t help but whimper, looking up at his mate, showing his mating gland–claimed–in submission to his alpha. “Take me, baby.” That was a new thing he was trying on. Baby. He had never been someone who used pet names, and calling Ilya one before they sorted each other's feelings felt like saying too much. Like something he couldn’t turn back on. “Take me, please, alpha.” Ilya pounced on him immediately, taking hold of his thighs and wrapping them around his waist, holding him above the ground, as Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya’s neck. The smell coming out of his mate, right from the mating gland on his shoulder, was devastatingly effective in disarming him. A mix of them, so potent that it made Shane lightheaded, the rum and amber amplified by Ilya’s—and Shane’s—lust, permeating the fresh pine smell around them. “Here?” Ilya raised one of his well-groomed brows. God, he was perfect. “In the middle of the woods, ‘mega? Everyone could see how your pretty pussy takes me. How tight and puffy it gets when I play with it,” he growled the words in Shane's ears, his hands still buried on his ass, teasing fingers moving to his front, "everyone could see how much of a slut you can be for your alpha, how good you are for me." Shane moaned at the words, high in his throat, like a fucking pornstar who was paid for it. Yesyesyes, he wanted that. He needed that. He had a bit of an exhibitionism kink; he had confirmed it when Ilya made him cum with his mouth, his tongue, and those thick fingers, while Hayden was none the wiser. It was an earth-shattering orgasm; it always was when he came into Ilya’s mouth, marking even more. Also, it was safe. His cottage was secluded, the woods surrounding it bare of other houses, and the lake was private. All for them to fool around and be as loud as they wanted. Ilya took his moan as a go-ahead and promptly positioned him onto a patch of grass, his back cushioned by it. He couldn’t smell anything that wasn’t Ilya. It had always been a problem; he had always been able to smell him even in the middle of a game, and it made him hornier than he should have been at those times, where he was supposed to be professional and a Captain, yet all he wanted was to get on all fours for his rival. “‘mega,” Ilya murmured, “suck my cock.” Shane attacked, like he was in the middle of the rink. He positioned himself on his knees, cushioning them with the wild grass, and grabbed the sweatpants Ilya was wearing. Grey. A slutty kind of grey that made Shane’s head spin. He could see a dark spot on the front, likely because his alpha was going commando. "Commando, Ilya?" The teasing tilt of his voice wasn't lost on his alpha, and he only smirked back at Shane, making a strand of slick trickle out of his shorts, down his shorts. Fuck it, he thought, as he roughly took Ilya's sweatpants off, his tongue already out to lick at the precum coating the tip. Mmm, he missed this. He missed the taste of Ilya in his mouth, all that tantalizing scent focused on the patch of hair framing his frankly enormous cock. Shane salivated over it. Ilya had made him a size queen, and he got teased relentlessly by his mate for it. It was glorious, sinking his mouth onto that cock, the feeling of Ilya's bare and velvety dick trying to force his gag reflex into working, but Shane was a pro at this by now, sucking the cock deeper into his mouth, grabbing it with both hands, cupping the base. It was big even for an alpha, bigger with the fucking knot Shane had discovered days ago, pumping him as full as cum as it could. Ilya also came a lot. God, he hoped he came all over his face. ──────────────────────────────── Ilya would get rid of all his Cups, all of his achievements, just to see this. Shane Hollander, revered omega, on his knees, shirtless and with those sluttly shorts framing his body like a work of art, and his mouth full of cock. He was the luckiest motherfucker on earth, that's for sure. Shane's doe eyes were looking at him, his eyelashes framing them beautifully, and Ilya's breath caught on his chest. A mix of a moan and a growl escaped him as he grabbed Shane's hair, holding him in place, Ilya's cock halfway into that beautiful mouth. He moved his cock slowly in, watching it drag across the ridges in Shane's mouth, and the way his lips were wet, a shiny pink that made Ilya want to eat him alive. "Can I–ungh, fuck–can I fuck your mouth, 'mega?" He was out of breath, and they had barely started, but seeing Shane on his knees in the middle of the woods was exhilarating. "Please, baby, please." He was whining, his hips twitching with the effort it took not to move, and when he saw Shane's barely-there nod, he pulled back and pushed in, Shane's throat contracting around him in the most addicting way. "Oh fuck. Yeah. Just like that." He breathed through it, moving slowly but increasing the pace with every thrust. His omega looked fucked out, owned, with his glassy eyes staring adoringly at him, his mouth being used like it was made for it. He upped the pace, his thrusts going deeper and deeper, triggering Shane's gag reflex, and he could see him working through it, slicking his cock even more with spit, his mouth shiny with it. He looked like a whore, being face-fucked in the middle of the woods by his alpha. Being a good omega and dropping to his knees quickly when his alpha demanded it—pleaded for it, truly, but fuck, it didn't matter—and the way he was whining as Ilya plunged into his willing mouth made him even harder, made him go even faster, his balls hitting Shane's chin, the slap resounding in the silent woods. The smacking sounds were paired with the slick, filthy moans and whimpers that his omega seemed to be unaware he was spilling. "That's it, unghh, take it." He sank deeper, his cock fully in Shane's mouth, and he could see the smug satisfaction in his omega's eyes. Fuck. He had told Shane once that no one else was able to take him, not to the brink, but Shane. The omega had taken that as a badge of honor, and now, his face flush with Ilya's pubic hair, Ilya couldn't help but be thankful about it. "My beautiful slut." Shane hummed around him, and somehow, used his tongue to peek around, little kitten licks around what it could get of Ilya's dick. This man was crazy, he thought. He felt the last strand of his control snap, and he tugged on Shane's hair, hard, grabbing his head and moving it how he wanted it, using his mouth like he wanted. He owned him. The adoring look on Shane's eyes was heated, trained on every move he made, and with every thrust, paired with Shane's unholy sounds, Ilya felt close to cumming. He had always had a hard time cumming with anyone else but Shane, and today was no exception. He could feel the telltale signs: the burning on his abdomen, the thightness on every muscle on his body, and the amount of precum tainting Shane's beautiful mouth with every thrust. Shane knew it too, redoubling his efforts, even when Ilya was using him like a sex doll. "Shane, please. Please let me cum on your face." His desperate tone only got whinier when his omega stared at him with a hard look, which he could translate to a resounding no. "Baby, please..." ──────────────────────────────── Shane tapped on Ilya's thigh, two times, their designated check-up signal. Ilya whined louder, but slowly took his cock out of Shane's mouth. He was good at obeying him. Mmm, much to think about later. He licked his lips, full of precum and spit, and hummed low in his throat. "In my mouth." His voice was raspy, lower than normal, and he could see even from his place on his knees how Ilya's red eyes dilated at the sound. "Huh?" Still with a whiny undertone, Ilya was looking at him like a kicked puppy, his cock standing up proudly on his abs. "'Mega..." He smirked, delivering the final blow to Ilya's crumbling orgasm. "Cum in my mouth, alpha." Ilya was on him before he could even finish the sentence, tapping the top of his dick on Shane's lips, smearing the precum repeatedly, staking his claim. As soon as he opened his mouth again, his alpha plunged into his mouth, making a place there with every thrust. He couldn't help the moans that seemed to spur Ilya on even more, a deep growl sending Shane into a frenzy, knowing that Ilya was close. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, 'mega, I—Ohgod, mmm, oh…" He felt Ilya's knot expand into his mouth, and he moaned, cumming on the spot. His shorts were long ruined before this, but God, now they were soaked with his cum and slick, a good gift to give to his alpha. He looked up at him, his lips wide around his cock, and felt the moment Ilya started cumming down his throat; load after load, Shane swallowed it, like the good omega he was for his mate. He needed to be full of Ilya's cum, anyway he could get. They had gone at it since the first day, and there wasn't any crevice of his body that hadn't been covered by cum at least once. He craved it, craved to be fully claimed by him, in the most primal way possible. "Take it. Take my cum like my good 'mega. You deserve it—You were so good for me, моя любовь. Как бы мне хотелось, чтобы ты увидела себя. Моя хорошая шлюшка." Shane whined at the russian, a weak stream of slick coming out of him at the spike in lust. Fuck, his mate was so hot when he spoke russian, his native tongue smooth on his voice. Catching on, Ilya keep on talking as Shane started grinding on Ilya's sneaker. "Доведи себя до оргазма, прекрасный мальчик, ты этого заслужил. Ты такой красивый и послушный мальчик. Мой малыш. Моя любовь." With a sob, Shane came all over himself, with his mouth stretched to the limit on his alpha's knot. He couldn't speak; he could barely move. His entire body was shaking, his orgasm lasting way longer than he thought it would. All because Ilya dirty talked to him in russian. God, he was a fucking freak. But he could feel Ilya's side of the bond, communicating to him a level of lust and complete love that Shane almost toppled over. "Я люблю тебя, моя жизнь." Shane knew that one by heart nowadays, and he tried to communicate it through the bond, sending his complete and utter devotion to this man. He hummed around Ilya's knot as it started to go down, his lips completely ruined by now. He was sure there was a mix of cum and spit trailing all over his lips and chin, and with the way Ilya was looking at him, he could tell he was ruined. Good. He wanted to be ruined by Ilya all the times he could. Be owned by him, as much as Shane owned him. A bond for life, they said. As long as it took them. ──────────────────────────────── Ilya had never knotted someone's mouth. It was a big no-no. something reserved for more intimate situations, no casual hookups. The feeling was unreal, seeing Shane's mouth open wider and wider, looking like a complete mess. God, he looked like sin. And most likely, he had no idea. Shane seemed not have the ability to realize how fucking sexy he was. Ilya had thought Shane was joking at first when he responded to Ilya's compliments as if they were jokes. He had to sit him down and tell him that no, actually, he was not joking. That every time he saw Shane, he was dumbfounded by how beautiful he was, by his freckles—that Shane seemed to hate, which broke Ilya's brain, to be honest, by his beautiful dark hair, the beautiful shade of pink his lips seemed to get when he blushed... Everything about Shane made him go crazy from the first moment he saw him. "You are so beautiful, моя жизнь." He whispered into the quiet woods, and it sounded more like a worship prayer, the ones his mother taught him before she left him. He still remembers them by heart. "You belong with me." His knot finally went down and left the heat of Shane's mouth. He went to tuck himself back into his sweatpants, which pooled around his ankles, when Shane stopped him. "I wanna watch you." He confessed, a deep flush on his face, making his freckles stand out even more. He was so gone on this man, my god. "Don't put clothes on. Please." Sighing, more for the show than anything, he bent over, taking off his sneakers, followed by his sweatpants. "It's only fair you do the same, 'mega. Take your tiny shorts off." Shane giggled, looking at him slowly, taking him in as if he had never seen his body. His eyes slowly made a path from his tattooed chest down to his abs, and focused for a long while on his softening cock, which, Ilya didn't want to brag now, but it was way bigger than a lot of hard ones. Shane smirked, a smug look on his face, and Ilya couldn't help but chuckle. This man, who was all innocent to the press, whom everyone thought was a boring person, was the sluttiest person Ilya had ever met. He loved it. "C'mere." Shane smushed the words together, in a rush, grabbing his hand and pulling him by his side on the grass. It was surprisingly comfortable, and Ilya let his head lie on Shane's shoulder, close to his mating gland, which was letting out the most calming scent Ilya had ever had the pleasure to smell. "Mmmm. Needed this." Ilya couldn't help but snort, "The sex or the cuddling?" he asked, snuggling even closer to Shane, inhaling his scent. "Both." His omega giggled, kissing Ilya's curls, then moving his hand up to play with them. "I love your curls. So soft... So pretty..." Oh, Shane was absolutely cock-drunk. He had never said anything about his curls ever before. Ilya hadn't even thought that he had a preference for them. Or an opinion, even. "Mhm, yeah? You like 'em?" Shane nodded, and as Ilya moved his head to look at him, he saw he was blushing. "I love them." He kept playing with them, curling one into his finger then letting go, and repeating the motion multiple times. "Do you take good care of them? I've heard it's hard to get them... as soft as you have them." Ilya giggled, amused. In the ten years they had known each other, this boy had never, ever even cared about what routines Ilya had for his hair care. Now, with all the barriers between them long discarded, he was full of questions, and Ilya, full of love, couldn't help but answer all of them. God, even if he didn't know the answer, he would probably invent it just to please Shane. "Yeah. Yeah, I have a hairstylist in Boston." He admitted, blushing slightly. God, he felt giddy over this man. "He taught me how to take care of my hair properly. Now, don't laugh." He felt Shane nod against him, still playing with his hair. "I have a... calendar, where I plan when to wash my hair, between games and everything." He could feel Shane's giggle before he heard it, and he joined his laughter. It was silly, but necessary. He didn't have Shane's pin-straight hair, and the amount of products he had to use to take care of it was astounding—he had hidden all of them every morning he had been here, not ashamed per se, but refusing to confess to it—and between games, work-outs, and more, he had to have a good schedule around it. "Mm. I knew you cared more about your appearence that you let on." Shane whispered, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere around them. "I love your curls. Show me, one day, how to take care of them. I'll take care of you." Ilya let out a choked-off sound, stray tears finding their place in his eyes, and Shane grabbed his face, a worried frown on his beautiful, freckled face. "I'll—I'll show you." He whispered in return, like a pact made between them. A vow. "If you show me how to take care of you." A gorgeous smile broke in Shane's face, his nose scrunching up, and Ilya wanted to die. He felt so full of love that he couldn't breathe. Ilya Rozanov was so in love that he could die. ──────────────────────────────── Shane Hollander was so in love that he could die. ────────────────────────────────

Chapter 3: no grave can hold my body down

He was staring, he knew. But honestly, it was his right. Ilya was asleep, his bare body lying on top of their sheets without a care in the world. If he were any other person, Shane would've pitched a fit. Too many scents in his nest, his home, his place. But, fuck, it was his Ilya. He could smell his scent seeping into their sheets, and he fucking loved it; the cedarwood paired with the vanilla made his head spin. He smelled so good. Too good. It always made Shane lose it, even though he tried his best not to. In public, where he was supposed to act composed, play his part as the Golden Omega—the perfect nice guy—the plan went to shit as soon as he smelled him. Ilya's scent had something that Shane didn't understand, but it made him lose it completely. He had never told him, God forbid, but more than once, he had to run into a bathroom, or whatever empty room he could find, and do his breathing exercises, as far away from Ilya's scent as humanly possible. It made Shane's skin itch, a deep, restless feeling coming from the inside. Shane wondered if it was his Omega communicating to him, matehimatehimatehim in the only way it could, scratches coming from under his skin and into the surface. Now, mated and sated to the core, Shane couldn't feel or hear the hectic energy that he felt all those times, and he couldn't help the soft smile that overcame him. His eyes wandered across his mate's body; the littering of moles on his porcelain skin was Shane's favorite thing in the world; the contrasting colors made them even starker, more beautiful, and Shane wanted to kiss all of them. Wanted to worship the man he spent an entire decade pining after. Ilya Rozanov looked like a greek god. Everyone had said so, even when he was barely eighteen, battling Shane for the first to his second. His body was a work of art, and he flaunted it any time he could. It used to piss Shane off, how easy it was for Ilya to just be, until he saw through the surface and started to see his Ilya, the one he loves so dearly that he wants to change his entire life just to be able to see him, to taste him, to feel him. Before all that, Ilya Rozanov became a sex symbol. A beautiful, enchanting man who had anyone he wanted. And currently, a dark, satisfied voice inside of him said, and he chose me, only me. It had taken them years, many misunderstandings between them, and hurt from both sides, but now, as Shane's hand covered his mating bite, he thought that all of that was worth it to reach this conclusion. For them. With a mumbled groan, Ilya opened his eyes, finding his as quickly as he shot the puck to the net, instinctively. God, they were made for each other, weren't they? "Why are you staring at me like that, малыш?" His voice was deeper than usual, a rasp in it that made Shane's insides melt as if they were pressed into a bonfire. "Oh?" Shane blushed at Ilya's smirk and cursed his biology for being so fucking transparent. He pressed his thighs together uselessly, knowing the slick between them already fell into their sheets, meeting Ilya's scent perfectly. He bit his lower lip, looking at his alpha coyly, his cheeks a dark flush, and heard Ilya curse up a storm in russian. ⭐ Ilya knew his mate. He knew all of his quirks, all the little things that made him the most interesting person that he had ever met. So, he knew that his omega was soaked right now. Even if he couldn't smell it, which he did, the look in his eyes told him all he needed to know; his omega had worked himself into this, possibly unknowingly, and now was staring at Ilya like he was the innocent boy the world thought he was. Minx, he thought darkly. His fingers tingled with the need to touch him, a profound need that made Ilya choke off a growl into his chest. He could feel his canines poking through his lips, and as soon as Shane saw them, he twitched, grinding his beautiful thighs together. Fucking hell. Good morning to him, what the fuck. Having Shane Hollander in his bed, soaking through his panties like a schoolgirl, looking as innocent as a dove, was really doing it for Ilya. His dick had gone from soft to full mast in the span of a minute. Headrush. "Come here, Shane." His beautiful, perfect omega was halfway into his lap before he even finished the command, his panties somehow in the corner of the room. God, what a sight he was. Naked, full of love bites, and wearing Ilya's claim with pride, showing off his neck whenever he got the chance. Ilya was so turned on, so completely in love, that he found himself staring dumbly at Shane, completely unaware of what his omega was doing until he felt that pussy engulf his cock in one go. "Ungh, Shane, what the f—" He barely could get the words out before Shane started bouncing on his cock, using him for his pleasure, like Ilya's cock was his favorite dildo and he was going to town on it. Holy fuck. He was not surviving this. He did not have the needed neurons to get through this experience unscathed. "Baby, baby... Slow down, slow down!" He was out of breath, the walls of his boy's pussy were clutching at his cock like a vice, a deathgrip that made Ilya have to take a deep puff of air before taking matters into his own hands.He grabbed Shane's thighs, and he folded him in half, changing their positions and arranging himself on top of him, one of Shane's legs hanging on Ilya's shoulder while the other was forced open by one of Ilya's hands. He was completely at Ilya's mercy, forced into that position as Ilya plunged deep inside him in one thrust, filling him to the brim. "Fuck!" Shane screamed, his hands coming down onto Ilya's back, clawing at him like the whore he was. Ilya had learned, since their mating, that Shane loved marking him as much as he could. And now, with his nails scratching down his back, he couldn't help but feel invigorated by it. "Yes, yes, yes, Ilya, ngh, please, yes! Harder, alpha!" Ilya felt smug. He had not even moved yet, and he had his omega sobbing on his dick. Sue him, it was an ego boost. "You will take what I give you, 'mega." He snarled, punctuating his words by a hard thrust, followed by another, establishing a punishing rhythm that had Shane crying out in pleasure and squirming on his cock, trying to get more of it. "You hear me?" Shane nodded, tears glistening in those beautiful doe eyes. "Alpha. Want all of it. Put it in, please." And God, Shane was going to be the death of him someday. Ilya had always tried not to overwhelm his omega; he knew his dick was abnormally large, and as much as he boasted about it, he wasn't one of those alphas who used it to hurt. But now Shane was asking for it. Begging, even. He arched his brow at Shane, as if asking, are you sure about that? And all he got back was a hard stare and a nod. Well, he asked for it. He bottomed out, then slammed in. His omega's pussy was a thing of marvels; it opened up beautifully to him, the dusty pink lips were puffy from the impact, and Ilya felt crazy at the sight of it. He pressed the last of his cock into it, hearing and feeling Shane's response; a wail escaped his throat, and his pussy clenched on his cock, gripping him and letting go, just to grab him again. It felt so good that his vision whitened, his pulse the only thing he could hear, accompanied by Shane's breathy moans. "I—Ilya..." Shane's voice was merely above a whisper, his tone wrapped in awe. "Alpha, look." The word alpha broke into his brain and shook the white spots covering his vision away, and Ilya looked. And fuck, what a sight. There was a bump in Shane's flat stomach. Shaped exactly like the tip of Ilya's cock. The sound he let out wasn't remotely human, maneuvering himself to try and get even deeper; Ilya moved Shane's leg higher on his shoulder, keeping the other open, and thrusted in, the last millimetres of his cock finally engulfed in his omega's heat. Shane's eyes widened, a whimper flowing free from his beautiful lips, as he stared at the bump moving inside of him, in tandem with Ilya's movements. He was transfixed. Ilya could not control his movements, speeding his thrusts, hard and rough, just how Shane liked it, hitting deeper and deeper with every plunge. "You—you are—rearranging my—my insides—" Shane's voice was a wreck, his sentences cutting themselves with every thrust Ilya gave him. He looked like the filthiest angel; his face was covered with the most beautiful flush, his freckles standing against his skin, hair a mess, lips puffy from his teeth worrying them; he looked his. He looked like he belonged to Ilya. And he did. He was his to fuck, to use, to love, to cherish. Hishishis. He couldn't stop himself and bit into the inside of Shane's leg, worrying the skin while he pounded into Shane like an animal. He felt crazy, the need to bury himself inside of his omega taking over his body, transfixed on the point where the head of his cock poked through Shane's abs, again and again, a visual that Ilya will not forget for the rest of his life. Shane was whining high in his throat, a combination of moans and pleas for more, alpha, please, nghhh, alphaalphaalpha, ah-ah-ah, more! coming out of those lips, his pussy contracting around his cock, doing its best to milk him fucking dry. "Oh, oh, oh. Alpha, immacum—imma—" With a devastating moan, Shane pressed one of his hands on the bulge poking through his stomach, hard. It made Ilya's entire body lock, the feeling so surreal that he couldn't keep the scream that escaped his mouth. Shane pressed harder, while his cunt did its best job to squeeze the fuck out of him. "Immacumimmacumimmacum, alpha, ah-huh-ah, nghhh, Ilya!" With a scream, Shane locked completely, his body clamping down on Ilya's dick like a boa constrictor, trying to squeeze every drop out of him as his omega squirted on his dick. ⭐ Shane felt his body clamp down on Ilya at the same time he felt the surface of Ilya's knot start to swell inside of him. Oh God. He had every inch of that cock inside of him, filling him to the brim, and it was going to get bigger. In a haze, Shane thought that if Ilya ever tried to pull out, he would kill him with his bare hands. He wanted it. He needed to feel his alpha's knot breed him full of pups. Keep him full until he gets pregnant, full with cum, with his alpha's cum. The mental image made him whine and grab at Ilya's free shoulder, using the leverage of his leg on the other to push him closer to him. "Knot me, alpha." He sounded absolutely filthy, his voice wrecked by all the screaming, and he was sure he looked it. He felt his hair stick to his forehead, his entire body slumping towards Ilya's, trying to get even closer, trying to get that cock as deep inside of him as he could. It was an addiction that Shane hadn't gotten rid of for ten years, and he doubted he ever could. As soon as Ilya heard him, he let out a wounded sound, deep in his throat, and Shane could see how close he was. His body was glowing with sweat, glistening in the best way; his face was flushed from the exertion, and his eyes were flickering from red to opal, then red again. It made Shane shiver, submitting to him without even thinking, showing his mating bite to his alpha proudly, showing that he belonged to him and only him. At that exact moment, he felt the knot lock at the same time Ilya let out a wounded sound. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, mega, you are—you are milking me. You want my cum that badly?" The words were spoken close to his ear, raspy in the way Ilya's voice always got after an orgasm, a desperate undertone that made Shane preen with pride. "Squeezing me so good, baby, like my good slut. All mine, huh?" "Yeah, yes, all yours."He nodded dumbly, sure that he would agree to anything if Ilya said it like that, his voice honeyed in the best way, speaking darkly into his ear like he owned him. "Iwantyourpups." Ilya's pupils dilated, the opal in his eyes completely gone. "Yeah, 'mega?" He thrust in, in, in, and Shane felt it immediately at the same time; Ilya's knot was completely inside of him, stretching him to the max, and he was cumming like never before, load after load finishing inside of Shane, his stomach already bloating from it. And as he looked down at his flat abdomen, he could see it. Ilya's knot was forcing his stomach to distend, proudly accommodating it deep inside him. It was where it belonged, his omega whispered. "Oh fuck, alpha." He slurred his words together, the influx of sensations overtaking him completely and sending him into another orgasm. Immediately, he pressed down into the indent of Ilya's knot, wrapping his hand around it and wailing at the feeling of his body wrapping itself and remodeling itself to make it fit. Fuckfuckfuck. With a sob, he squeezed his pussy weakly around Ilya's cock, cumming all over him again, a splash of slick wetting everything in sight as he squirted. Again. "Well, good morning, 'mega." Ilya chuckled, grabbing his body and pulling on top of him without breaking a sweat, not even disjointing their joined bodies. He felt himself settle into Ilya's lap, his knot getting even deeper, if that was even possible, and he started purring as soon as his head hit Ilya's chest, completely fucked out. "Morning, alpha."

Chapter 4: i'm so full of love, I could barely eat,

Ilya's body had been going crazy lately. All the symptoms pointed to a very early rut, something that hadn't happened since he was a teenager, and he was racking his brain for the why. He knew that Shane was influencing his body with his own, his feelings and needs communicating seamlessly with Ilya, without saying a word, but it was still out of the fucking norm for him to feel this out of control. He started cataloguing his symptoms a week ago, and what he found was making Ilya antsy: a deep possessive need to be around Shane at all times, to protect him to a point that he had even growled when a loon startled them by the fireplace, and a horniness he had not felt before in his entire life. It was all-consuming, a need to burrow into Shane's body and own him from the inside-out. It was driving him insane. There were many possibilities, according to what the internet had to say, but Ilya's body seemed to know before he had even rationalized the thought. Shane was pregnant. With Ilya's baby. Or at the very least, that's what the internet seemed to suggest. And all the signs were pointing towards that, the way Shane was softer lately, his frame as lithe and athletic as ever, but his face... His face looked a bit fuller, in the best way, with a constant flush on those pretty cheeks. He seemed to eat a tiny bit more, which made Ilya happy as fuck, but now thinking about it, was truly out of the ordinary. His scent was different, too. Sweeter. Like a fruit almost too ripe. It made Ilya want to bite. To own. To cherish. The cacao in his scent got more potent over the last few days, overpowering the rum undertone of his scent. And he had also taken hold of Ilya's scent, using the alpha's dark vanilla to enhance the sweetness to the max. Where Shane once smelled fiery, with his spices spiking up during stressful situations, now he smelled like a goodamned bakery. It was ruining Ilya's life a little bit; the urge to burrow into that scent was too powerful to ignore, even for him. Shane also had more problems with the feeling of clothes on his body, claiming that they were scratchy against his skin; at first, Ilya had thought it was a ploy to get Ilya riled up for him, which had worked perfectly, but now, scrolling through his phone while Google spouted facts at him, he found that pregnant omegas were extremely sensitive during the first month. He could feel his heartbeat on his goddamned throat. His body felt out of his reach, moving through the motions while he panicked silently. Is it true? Would Shane want to keep their baby? Would Ilya be a good dad? Is now the time? Ohgodohfuck. "Ilya?" He was aware that he was hyperventilating, his breath coming out in short puffs of air. Shane's freckled face came into view, a furrow set between his brows. His eyes betrayed him, though, a desperate need to calm his alpha shining through them. Shane took hold of his face, softly pressing his thumbs on Ilya's cheekbones. Ilya tried to copy Shane's breathing, tried to calm the fuck down. He was normally the calm one, the rational one who got to help his omega through his panic. This was new for both of them. "Ilya..." His name sounded like a prayer on Shane's tongue, and it made his heart beat faster, even though the panic. "Tell me what's happening, baby, I can't help you like this." "Shane. Моя жизнь." He felt his omega melt at the endearment, Ilya's go-to pet name nowadays. My life. And he was; Shane Hollander was his life in a way he could not put into words, something so unexplainable yet felt so right. "I think…" His words caught in his throat again, the doe-eyed look from Shane making him stumble over them. "Tell me." "You're pregnant, Shane."

⭐

Shane couldn't help but stare at Ilya in shock. What? Pregnant? Him? He knew he had relaxed a bit, maybe eating a little more than usual, because being injured and out of the season meant having to help his body mend its injuries, and even Shane acknowledged that his normal diet would not help in that case. But pregnant? Pregnant with his alpha's baby? A rush of endorphins went to his head, a wave of tears wetting his eyes. "Pregnant?" He whispered, his voice barely heard in the silence. "Ilya, are you sure?" His alpha nodded, biting his lower lip til he drew blood. "You started smelling different—a few days ago, I didn't—I thought it was the bond. But." Ilya blushed under Shane's hands, the flush covering his entire face, including his ears, covered by his blond curls. "I researched. I searched for the signs you had, and all pointed to... To you being pregnant." Ilya's voice was full of emotion, and Shane couldn't help but smush his face with his hands, the cuteness aggression getting the best of him. His emotions were on a rollercoaster, everything in him needing to run from all of this, but wanting it. "Do—would you want to keep the baby? It wasn't confirmed, not yet, Shane still had to take a test—or 200, his anxious mind whispered—to fully know if it was true, or it was just a fluke. But his mind was getting ahead of him, the idea of Ilya holding their kid, a little mix of both of them, making this situation a hundred times more manageable. They were mated, their bond established into a golden thread pulling each other together. Breaking the silence, Ilya nodded, "Yeah, I would." His eyes were soft, the softest Shane had ever seen him. He looked beautiful. "But it's not my choice, Моя жизнь. I know you're out of the season, and maybe, if we planned this right… But you are the one with the choice. If you don't think it's the right time, please, Shane, tell me." Ilya's voice wavered, but his stare was staring right through his soul. God, he could feel the tears he was fighting getting the best of him, falling onto the floor. "We have time. If not now... We have time, Shane." Shane knew that with his career and being currently injured, a pregnancy could change things. He thought, selfishly, that if this had happened at any other time, with them not being bonded... Yeah, he would've terminated the pregnancy. His goals were much too important to throw away. But now... He was out for the season, and he didn't know how much this rehabilitation would take. Bones took a long time to fully heal and settle into a good space for hockey. Now, if he truly was growing a piece of both of them inside of him, he would like to keep it. One look at Ilya told him he felt the same, but his handsome, sweet mate was giving him all the outs he could. "I want to keep it." He sounded certain, and he was. He couldn't stop imagining a little girl with both of their DNA's, with dark curls, and hopefully Ilya's eyes, the ones that made Shane fall so hard, way too soon. "I want to have your baby, Ilya." Ilya let out a sob, a wretched sound from deep inside of him, and hugged him close to his body. He was cradling him softly, whispering sweet nothings in russian in Shane's ear, and he let out. a wet laugh. "We are going to have a baby." "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, bloodhound. We will take some tests first." Even though he was saying it, shutting a bit of their happiness down, he couldn't help but nuzzle against Ilya, rubbing his happy scent against him. Maybe things happened for a reason. If Marlow hadn't rung Shane's bell, they wouldn't be here, mated and sated.

⭐

If someone had told Ilya that he would be sitting on the edge of Shane's tub while his omega took 10 different pregnancy tests, he would've laughed. And maybe hit the person for describing his deepest fucking desire. Since the moment he had met him, he felt the urge to bite him, mate him; even when his brain hadn't caught up with his alpha, his body knew what it wanted from the very beginning. That night in Vegas, he had to restrain himself. Had to tighten his grip on his control, or he would've bitten his omega's mating gland right then and there. It was instinctual; it was something that was written in the fucking stars before they had even met. The same way their names had been joined together from the moment they came into the hockey world, their bodies had known what was really happening, what they really wanted. Every match they played against each other, Ilya's scent had spiked, and everyone around him noticed, every fucking time. His scent was beckoning Shane to be his, to claim him as his alpha, and all his teammates could smell was a territorial alpha each time they faced Montreal. Now, with Shane staring at the ten different pregnancy test laying on the bathroom sink, he prayed. Prayed to his mother. To his grandmama up in heaven. He wanted this. He was dreaming of a family with Shane before they had even bonded, but had always shut himself down. He had said to himself that he was merely craving something he couldn't have, something that would never happen. "Ilya. Ilya!" Shane's choked-up voice took him out of his reverie, and he could see tears falling down his omega's face. "We are having a baby!" Shane was showing him three of the pregnancy tests, all of them with a positive sign, and it was at that moment that Ilya crumbled. He could feel the sobs coming out of him as he grabbed Shane, hugging him tight, needing to keep him as close as humanly possible. "We are having a baby!" His words were punctuated with a sniff, the tears on his face only making him more vulnerable. "We are having a baby, oh my god, Shane!" "I know! I know. We are having a baby, alpha. You did so well." Shane's hands were caressing his face, tracing the tears and wiping them away. "You will be the most amazing dad, Ilya. I already know." His omega smiled sweetly at him, and Ilya felt himself melt. "I love you." "I love you, Моя жизнь. More than life." He promised, vowed himself to him. Shane was his religion, and he didn't feel bad for admitting it. Shane was his life, his love, his world. And now that world was going to become bigger. A family. Something that Ilya had not had since he was twelve, when he found his mother on the floor, and now Shane was giving it to him. Making a family for both of them. "You will be the best father, 'mega. The best." ⭐ Shane was nervous, staring at his parents while Ilya busied himself making coffee for them. You can't drink coffee anymore, he thought to himself, mentally going through all the things he had to change to be able to have the safest pregnancy, to have the healthiest baby. Omegas always had the easiest pregnancies, even male omegas, while betas suffered a bit more complications through them. Alphas were often unable to carry a pregnancy to term, and the statistics said that it often ended in miscarriages. "Are you okay, Shane?" His mother's voice, soft yet strong, broke his train of thought. She was staring at him with concern, and so was his dad. His scent must be sending the worst signals for them to be this concerned. "Did something happen? Ilya, you are okay, right?" He smiled before he could even pretend to smother it, pushing his pheromones into the air; happy, comfortable, and at peace, and shook his head. "Everything is okay, mom, more than. We just have... news." "We already saw your mating bites, Shane, if this is—" His dad began to say, trying to cut through the awkward atmosphere in the cottage. Shane giggled, shaking his head no. They were trying to do the work for him, trying to guess and not make him worry about saying what was bothering him. And he was grateful, truly, but he needed to say it. Needed to put it into words for someone other than Ilya. "Dad. Um, mom. We have news." He pointed at Ilya, then himself, with a soft smile on both of their faces. Ilya came behind him, passing the coffees to his parents, then a cold ginger ale to Shane. The gesture was casual, as if it didn't mean anything more than just taking care of Shane, but he melted. Ilya was so good at taking care of him, the instincts inside of Shane screaming goodalphagoodmate on a loop, and if Shane wasn't already pregnant, he would jump him and ask for it. Beg for it, even. God, Shane. Control yourself, he chastised himself. Acting like this when it was only the two of them was one thing, but with his parents around? Absolutely not. He blushed, his face heated under his parents' gaze. He opened his mouth, cutting the sentences out of theirs. "We are having a baby. I'm pregnant." He could see the shock on his parents' faces, and it wasn't unwarranted. Shane had never talked about wanting kids, mostly because he had always thought that the person he wanted them with didn't want them with Shane. And oh, how wrong he was. Ilya's face when he saw all the positives on the many pregnancy tests Shane had taken was one of pure elation. One of pure and unconditional love, something that Shane had thought he didn't deserve once or twice, but the complete devotion from Ilya's bond made him shake those thoughts away. "Oh my god, Shane!" With one quick movement, he was being smothered by his parents. He felt the urge to cry, tears gearing up to fall, when Ilya joined the hug, a bit hesitantly. "We are so happy for you two, boys. This is a bit of a shock, I have to admit, but… A good one." His mom's words healed something in him. Since he found out the news, his overthinking centered on his mother's reaction. A bucle of what if she's disappointed? what if she wants me to terminate to keep playing at the highest level? what if— "You've never talked about wanting kids before." His father's voice didn't carry any judgment, as if he was merely stating a fact. "Did that change?" Shane took a deep breath, knowing that opening himself like that, even to his parents, was difficult for him. It was a hard thing to do, but with one look at Ilya, he was determined to put this in the open. "I've always wanted kids, dad." He smiled weakly, still enveloped in an octopus hug by the most important people in his life. "I just… wanted them with Ilya. And I didn't know if he wanted that, or if he wanted me. Which, of course, now I know." His father nodded, and he could see the love in Ilya's face, a shocked look on those opal eyes. "Well, we already know you will be the best parent, Shane. And you, too, Ilya, you seem like the doting kind. I bet this kid will be as spoiled as ever!" Ilya nodded, his teary eyes catching everyone but Shane off guard. His parents were still getting around Ilya's public persona, the cold one he portrayed, and he was, somewhat, if he wasn't around Shane. Ilya softened around his omega, his scent going all loving and doting, and it drove Shane wild. "I will be a very slavic dad, I already warned Shane," he paused, a laugh coming free from his throat, his chest moving with it, "I will spoil our baby, it's my job as the alpha to give them everything and anything they need. They will not suffer." The way he emphasized suffer made Shane give out a tiny whimper, thinking about a young Ilya who grew up to be the sweetest alpha Shane could ever ask for. "Love you, Ilya."

⭐

As he was lying down in bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, he started drafting names for their kid. They didn't know the gender or how far along Shane was, but… It was good to be prepared. He didn't want to name their kid like his mom; he had seen people talk about it on the baby names sites he was frequenting—Shane, you tell this to someone, and I'll die of embarrassment—and he thought that was the wrong move. It was installing the grief Ilya had been carrying for half his life onto an innocent child, who would not have a chance to be their own person; it will always be a shadow of Ilya's grief. So no. Shane had been shocked when he had told him that, as if he was expecting the opposite. Ilya smiled at the thought; his Shane was thoughtful, beautiful, and completely irresistible. He was the best partner Ilya could ever have, and no one else could ever carry his child into the world. He wanted kids with Shane, or no one else. It seemed from their conversation with Shane's parents that Shane felt the same. "What are you thinking about?" Speaking of the devil. God, he looked sinful. He was barely showing a bump, but it had Ilya acting like a rabid dog chasing its prey. He was wearing a light blue pajama convo, with shorts that showed no boxers underneath. Fucking minx, already pregnant by Ilya and still panting for more. Good. "You." He got a cheeky smile in return, and it was so easy to just put Shane on his lap, the flimsy fabric of the pajama not hiding Ilya's hard cock pressing against Shane's covered cunt. "Always you, my boy. My pretty 'mega." Shane moaned high on his throat, grinding onto Ilya's cock like he was fucking a pillow. He was so fucking hot that Ilya didn't know what to do with it sometimes. His face flushed a dark red, his lips barely open, puffy, and his beautiful, lithe body moving on top of him, using him like a fucking dildo. Within a second, Ilya had Shane naked, proudly showing off his bump by pressing it against Ilya's bare abs. "You like seeing what you did to me, alpha?" He purred, a silky smooth voice whispering in Ilya's ear. "You should make sure it really sticks, alpha. You should get me pregnant again, and again, and again." He punctuated his words with rolls of those sinful hips, slick soaking through the towel Ilya had around his hips. "Fuck me, please." Those wicked hands did a quick work around the towel, leaving Ilya naked, his cock hard enough to pound into the fucking wall. Shane was looking at him with a smug look on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to him. He choked off a whine when Shane wrapped both of his hands around his dick, stroking him up and down slowly, getting precum all over it. Without preamble, then, Shane mounted him like a fucking bull. He maintained one of his hands on Ilya's cock, then guided it towards his pussy, playing with it by smacking his dick on his puffy pink folds. Ilya couldn't help but watch. His omega, with the prettiest fucking bump, carrying his child, yet still begging for his cock, his doe eyes staring right at Ilya when, with one sudden motion, he sank onto him. "Fuck, Shane." He whined, full-on whined, as his omega started bouncing on his cock, his hips moving sinfully as his cunt clenched rhythmically on him, squeezing him periodically. "You are going to kill me, Hollander." Hearing his surname seemed to spur Shane on, his little huh-huh-nghh-ah-ah-ah getting Ilya harder than ever in his fucking life. He felt hypnotized. Shane was riding him as if his life depended on it, his beautiful body on full display for Ilya to gawk at. His bump was hitting Ilya's abs softly, and that was the moment Ilya felt his control snap. He grabbed his omega's thighs and forced him closer to him, his body blanketing Ilya's in the most addictive way. He was so soft, his skin the best feeling Ilya had ever felt, and the heat of him so fucking addictive, so wet, so tight, so fucking good. "My 'mega, minemineminemine, oh-ngh, my perfect 'mega." He started thrusting, forcing Shane's body to be motionless; to just fucking take it like the good boy he was. "You want your alpha's knot? Want to be full of my cum? Huh?" Shane nodded, his whines getting higher and higher, as Ilya thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside that addicting heat. His omega was forcing himself open, his legs positioned to make more space inside himself for Ilya. Fuck, he was a fucking vision. He moved one of his hands towards Shane's bump, placing it on top of it, caressing it softly while he kept pushing in and out rapidly, the sounds wet and fucking filthy. "Alpha, ngh, yes, yes! Alpha, harder, please!" Ilya obliged, powerless not to obey every order Shane gave him, and fucked him as hard as he could. His entire focus was on Shane, his stunning mate, the omega that was carrying their little pup, their baby, inside that beautiful body. He could feel sweat building up on his hairline, falling down his face, as he stared up at Shane, then back down where his cock was buried inside his body. He felt a shiver wrack his body before he could contain it. It was primal, really, the need to stare at where their bodies joined together. His cock, bare, fucking into that irresistible heat that was just Ilya's. His mate had the best pussy in the fucking world, fuck, fuck— "'Mega, 'mega, I'm—" His words came forced, his breath coming out in reckless puffs, his entire focus on making his baby cum, but fuck, he was going to cum first. For the first time since they started sleeping together, Ilya was going to cum before Shane. Oh fuck. He snaked his hand towards Shane's pussy, still fucking into him with the reckless pace he could achieve, and spanked right onto Shane's swollen clit. He could feel and hear his omega's reaction, who cried out the highest whine Ilya had ever heard as he spasmed around him. He spanked his clit again and again, fucking in and out fast, until Shane squirted right on his cock, climaxing around his dick. "Oh my god, Ilya…" Shane's voice was wrecked, and the sound made Ilya knot. He thrust in a couple times and locked inside his omega, load after load deposited right where Shane wanted it. "Yes, yes, mmm, alpha, fuck, yes! Breed me, alpha. Fill me up with your pups!" Ilya groaned, exhausted in the best way possible, and realized he was still cumming, filling Shane to the fucking max. Shane's glassy eyes were staring right at him, his bitten lips the dustiest pink, and God, he was a dream. "Thank you, alpha." ⭐ "Are you sure about this?" Shane sighed, but knew the question had its weight. The car ride had been silent until Ilya broke the silence, looking at him with the softest gaze Shane had ever seen him wear. He thought about it and nodded. Ilya nodded back at him, a firm determination settling over his beautiful face. "I… Can I tell you something before we go in?" He nodded back at Ilya, a knot of concern wrapping around his throat. "You can tell me anything, Ilya. Please." His eyes were still focused on the road, coming down Hayden's street, but his entire body and soul were focused on Ilya. His mate. His world. The father of the pup growing inside of him. "Anything, baby." "I know Hayden doesn't like me." He said carelessly, as if it didn't affect him at all, but Shane knew him. "But he doesn't know me. And if he reacts the way I think he's going to… I want to know if we are a united front, or if— if—" Shane parked the car quickly, grabbing Ilya's hands and staring steadily at those opal eyes. "We are, baby. We are. No matter what happens today, you are it for me, Ilya." He knew he was being overprotective lately; he didn't let his mate do anything alone, and if someone stared at Ilya for too long, he had to fight his fangs from dropping. He was mated, pregnant, and in love. It was a combination of pheromones that made him act a bit crazy, but he didn't mind it, and Ilya was definitely enjoying it. "Together?" Ilya's voice was hushed, a promise to each other muttered before Shane blew their entire lives up. "Together." ────────────────────────────────

He knocked on the wood, hoping, praying that Jackie was the one to answer it, and not Hayden. Hayden, who Shane knew was going to take this as a blow. He might be Shane's best friend, but he knew that he didn't like Ilya at all. Shane had tried to come out to him a bunch of times, but as soon as he heard Ilya's name, Hayden ranted. It made the entire situation— the IMINLOVEWITHILYAROZANOV situation, and now, the mating, the pregnancy, the everything—worse. He thanked the entire universe and his lucky stars as Jackie opened the front door, her eyes widening as she caught sight of Ilya Rozanov standing on her porch, side-by-side with Shane. Shane knew he didn't look pregnant yet; yes, he had a little bump, and even though Ilya lost it every time he saw it, it wasn't that much. A bit heavier than it should be, but their appointment with his gyno was this week, and he wasn't allowed to panic, according to his mate, so he didn't. "Hi, can we come in? Is Hayden here?" He mellowed his voice, trying to be as unintrusive as he could as he walked into their house, Ilya following right behind him. "I have… something to tell you guys." Jackie was staring at him with wide eyes, shock written on her face. "Honey, who is i—" As Hayden came quickly into the foyer, he started unblinkingly at Ilya. "What the actual fuck." Ilya winced in tandem with Shane, their reactions too coordinated. Hayden was staring at him as if he had grown another head, as if this was something so out of the norm it was breaking his brain. Ugh. This was going exactly how Shane had thought it would, and he hated it. "Uhm. Hi. I needed to tell you something." He, without thinking, got closer to Ilya; to protect him or to calm himself, he didn't know for sure, but it worked, a panicked breath coming out of him. "This is Ilya." Hayden's eyebrows reached his hairline, as well as Jackie's. "Yeah, we know, Shane." Their voices came in unison, and the way they said it made Shane's heart beat faster, if that was even possible. "Why is he in my house, Shane?" Hayden spat out, a tone Shane had never heard before wrapped around his voice. "Um, yeah. Um—" "I'm his mate." Ilya said, the first words he had spoken since they left Shane's car. "Shane needs to tell you something, and I'm here to help." "Mate? Mate as in friend?" Hayden's voice had taken a hysterical tone, causing Shane to wrap a hand around Ilya's. "No, Hayden." He forced himself to get through the panic and stammered. "My mate." Jackie grabbed Hayden before he could understand the words, moving him into the living room, Ilya following with Shane on his toes. God, this was difficult. He knew what Hayden thought about Ilya, and he understood the why, a little bit, knew how Ilya came across on ice, but off of it? Ilya was the best person Shane could ever ask for. "Shane, what?" Jackie's soft voice was the first to break the silence, her eyes wandering across both of them with curiosity. He could hear the kids playing in their rooms and felt a pang of envy until he remembered. He tried very hard not to, but his hand found his bump like a moth to a flame. "Oh, Shane..." Ilya was smiling at him, a softness on his face that no one except for Shane had seen before. Shane smiled back at him, sending his pure love through their golden link. "I don't understand…" Hayden spoke, making Ilya look at him. "You hate Rozanov, Shane. He's your rival." Shane shook his head no, a laugh escaping him. "I've been in love with him for years, Hayd." Hayden looked at him with pure shock coloring his face. "We've been... together for a while." "How long is a while, Shane?" Before he could answer Jackie's question, Ilya did it for him, "Since the summer before our rookie season." Gasps from the Pikes made Shane's stomach drop. He knew it was a big secret, something that he had hidden for many years, but there were reasons why they did it. "That's longer than I've known you, Shane. Longer than I've been with Jackie." Hayden sounded betrayed, and Shane's nerves evaporated, turning into annoyance. This wasn't about Hayden. It was about them; it had always been about them. "I'm pregnant, Hayd." He revealed, happiness dripping from his scent, making Ilya wrap his arms around him, as softly as he could. "We are having a baby." "What?" Hayden looked shell-shocked. As if Shane was here with a mating bite healed on his neck for fun. As if this were a very bad joke. "We are having a baby, Pike." Ilya's tone left no room for discussion, his hands finding Shane's, cradling him onto his front. "I know— I know we've never seen eye-to-eye." He checked Shane's face to see if he said it right, and with a soft smile, Shane nodded. "But this is bigger than hockey, bigger than all of that. This is us building our family together." "But… why him, Shane? Why? When?" Shane was fed up, fucking fed up with Hayden right now. What the fuck? "What the fuck do you mean, Hayden?" He roared into Hayden's face, "What the fuck did you say to me? Repeat it, Hayden." Hayden was staring at him with fear flashing in his eyes, and Shane thought good, respect my alpha. It was the bare minimum. An omega's alpha was a taboo topic. No one dared to ask why the omega picked him, no one but the parents, maybe, and even that was a stretch. It wasn't done, and Hayden fucking Pike had the nerve to ask Shane why Ilya. "I chose him when before I was eighteen. He has been my only alpha. Mine." He growled around the word, his golden eyes flashing. "I've only loved Ilya. No one else." He felt Ilya soften beside him, a spike of his scent making Shane look at him, pure love in their eyes. He chose him, they chose each other, and no one else in the world had a say on it. "Apologize," Jackie said to Hayden, her face still frozen in shock, but her brain seemed to put everything together before Hayden. "Apologize to Shane, Hayden. You do not just ask an omega why they chose their partner. How would you feel if someone asked me why I chose you, especially the way you are saying it?" Hayden looked ashamed, properly chastised. "Sorry, Shane. It's just… A shock." "And we know that; that's why I wanted to tell you guys in person, before anything leaks." Shane confessed, his fear about being outed was still very much present, but his focus was elsewhere. Their baby. Their future family, a dream that Shane had had many times before, was becoming a reality for the both of them. Hayden nodded, "I'm sorry, I truly mean it, Shane. If you choose Roz—Ilya, then that's all I have to know." Jackie smiled softly at Shane, pulling him into a hug. "We will be here through every step of your pregnancy, Shane. I'll even pinky promise it to you." There was a twinkle in her eyes, and it made Shane drop his guard. He smiled back at her, hugging her close to his body. A gasp escaped her. "Oh my god, your bump!" She kneeled before Shane, pressing her hand against it with the utmost care. She looked so happy for him, for them both, that Shane felt tears pour down his face. "It's the prettiest bump ever!" Ilya hummed from behind Shane, "I've told Shane that, but he said I'm too… How did you say it?" "You were exaggerating, baby." "No, I was not! See, look at Jackie here! She knows what she's talking about!" He rolled his eyes, focusing back on Jackie, then Hayden, who was looking at him with shame painted all over his face. "Thank you, Jackie."

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Ilya was nervous. The doctor's office was cold around them, and he had to resist the urge to fuss, the urge to wrap Shane in a million blankets and protect him. From what, he didn't know yet, but fuck it if it wasn't overpowering every move Ilya did every single day since they had found out. Shane was seven weeks pregnant, his bump showing a bit more, and it made Ilya lose his mind every single time. Everything was going well. Shane was the picture of health. He didn't even puke during the mornings, and wasn't feeling nauseous at all, something that was apparently very rare according to Jackie. "Mr Hollander?" The beta nurse called, motioning to follow them, and they did, Ilya behind Shane, prepared for any emergency. Shane rolled his eyes at him, but he had a smile on his face that made the butterflies in Ilya's stomach fly. Shane's gynecologist had already signed a hundred NDAs before taking Shane as a client, so they didn't need to worry about her being careful with the information. Shane panicked anyway, Ilya knew, and he would help to smother that fear down if he could, but Shane had it controlled, he said. As the door behind them closed, the doctor made them sit down on two comfy chairs. "Hello, Shane." She smiled at them both, a warmth on her smile that made Ilya trust her. "This is a bit of a shock, I must say, but I'm so happy for you both!" "Thank you." Shane was blushing, a hand caressing his bump. "I know I told you I didn't think about kids yet, but, well..." The doctor chuckled and shook her head, "That's fine, Shane. These things happen all the time. Now, I want you to get some blood tests done, to see how everything is going, but by the way you are glowing, I think there's not going to be a problem." She smiled again, a calming scent around them that made Ilya fuss less. "Now, we are going to do an ultrasound to see how your baby is doing. Going by the timeline you've said, Shane, you two will be able to hear the heartbeat." Oh. Ilya had not even thought about that, and going by Shane's face, he hadn't either. Fuck, Ilya will cry, he already knew he would. This entire pregnancy was turning him into mush. "Okay." Shane motioned towards the stretcher, and Ilya rushed to help him. The doctor followed them leisurely. "Push your t-shirt up, Shane, let us see your bump, and we will start." Shane followed her instructions, pushing his t-shirt to just cover his pecs, already a bit swollen. Fuck, Ilya forced himself not to look. The doctor hummed. "I'm going to apply a gel to your stomach; it's very cold, it'll help us see your baby." Even though she had warned Shane, he flinched at the coldness of the gel, but seemed to focus on the dark screen before them. As the doctor moved the doppler, he could start to see something. With a gasp, the doctor turned back to them. "Congrats, guys, it seems like you're having twins!" Ilya choked at the same time as Shane, both of them staring at each other with tears running down their faces. "Twins?" Ilya whispered, his voice trembling as well as his body. Twins? Twins! "Oh my god, twins!" Shane cried out, grabbing Ilya's hand as they watched the screen where two blobs stared back at them. At that exact moment, two heartbeats startled them both. They were steady, a sound that made Ilya proud. He knew he was crying, his entire face soaked as well as Shane's. "We are having twins, oh god, Ilya!" "Yes, моя жизнь. You are bringing two pups into this world." He murmured into Shane's hair, kissing his forehead with all the care in the world. "You will be such a good dad, baby." Shane was staring at him as if he had painted the stars in the sky for him, and fuck, Ilya would. Ilya would do anything for Shane. His entire world was now focused on his body, two strong heartbeats growing steadily inside the love of his life. Shane whispered, "I love you." "Я тоже тебя люблю, мой ангел." Ilya whispered back, "Forever."

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The Hollanders + Our Ilya

Ilya WE ARE HAVING TWINS!!! Yuna TWINS???????

David TWINS?? Shane TWINS!!!! The doctor said they were very healthy already, and that I'm the model of perfect health, apparently. She gave Ilya a diet I should follow and everything to keep the babies safe!

Yuna Oh my god, guys. These are the best news ever. Please come over when you can!!

Ilya Pulling over your street right now, see you both soon! David I'll make coffee for you, Ilya! See you

Chapter 5: he'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Chapter Notes

warning: daddy kink n lactating kink Ilya was not a saint. Everyone knew that. Even Shane’s parents probably knew that. It went without saying at this point. What the world at large didn’t know, though, was that his omega was the freakiest of them all. You see, Ilya was trying to behave, respect Shane’s body throughout the pregnancy, and battle with the alpha instincts that wanted to bend over his omega on any surface he could. He was fucking behaving, okay? But Shane didn’t want that. And the way he went about it, just to get Ilya to fucking snap, was downright cruel. It all started with a navy blue crop top and the tiniest black shorts Ilya had ever seen. If that image wasn’t enough, the way the outfit framed Shane’s bump was enough to send Ilya into a nosebleed. He looked claimed, he looked his. Ilya tried to control himself, he really did, but then— “Are you trying to fucking kill me?” “What?” Shane’s doe eyes were staring at him from his downward dog position. Ilya couldn’t stop staring; the way Shane’s arms were straining, muscles popping as he held his weight, his legs open, and his ass right there for the taking. “I’m exercising, the gyno said that yoga helps the baby.” Ilya hummed, trying to tamp down the growl that was building in his chest. Shane was playing a game that Ilya knew both would win; it was a chase, but mostly a strategic one. “You sure you wanna play this game, ‘mega?” He purred, his voice a sinful symphony that he knew made Shane melt; and it did, his omega’s spine spasming as he heard him, as a gasp escaped those irresistible lips. “Or do you want me to take you, right here?” Shane whined high in his throat, a sound that made Ilya’s cock get as hard as fucking steel, and dropped to the floor. Ilya couldn’t help but smirk; Golden boy Shane Hollander, a fucking needy slut for his alpha’s cock. “Yeah? You want my knot, baby?” His accent was thickening as his lust carried him into his knees, rutting his erection on Shane’s covered ass. He moved his hands under his omega’s shirt, to those perfect tits, because that was the name for them now, the most tantalizing handful Ilya had ever seen. His hands wrapped perfectly around them, and Ilya couldn’t stop himself; he flipped Shane with a simple and quick move, the need to bury his face between them too big to ignore. “Fuck, alpha.” Shane moaned, unabashedly, as Ilya took hold of his crop top and threw it across the room, wasting no time and burying his face between those perfect tits, inhaling Shane’s scent right from the source. Since Shane started lactating, his scent had taken a sweeter turn, smelling good enough to eat. He could feel Shane’s hands snaking through his curls, moving him even closer to his skin. “More, Ilya.” Ilya obeyed, his lips closing around one of Shane’s puffy nipples, sucking in until his mouth flooded with warm milk, straight from the source. Shane shouted, his thighs wrapping around Ilya’s hips, grinding his cunt onto Ilya’s throbbing cock. The feel of Shane’s bump against Ilya’s abs made him shiver, pressing his moan into the pert nipple, his tongue playing with it while suckling more of Shane’s heavenly milk. “IlyaIlyaIlya, ohfuck, yes, yes, yes!” Shane was screaming, his entire body trembling, goosebumps covering his soft skin. “Oh fuck, Ilya–Nghnh, please more, fuck me, daddy!” Ilya stopped in his tracks, dropping Shane’s tit from his mouth, in shock. He got so hard he went dizzy, his head falling into Shane ever further. Fuck, he felt his knot half-formed, trying and failing to lock into the air. Fuckfuckfuck. “Don’t fucking stop! Why–Oh–” A hiccup escaped Shane, his entire body flushing into a deep red. “Oh, fuck. Ilya, I’m–” “Say it again.” He begged through his fangs, blood replacing the sweet taste in his mouth. “Say it again, ‘mega. Tell me who I am.” “Oh shit.” Shane trembled as he dived right back into his tits, pinching one nipple while sucking the other into his mouth, his eyes completely red, completely fucking feral. “Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, please, oh fuck, daddy!” Ilya couldn’t wait any longer, one of his hands leaving Shane’s nipple alone to travel into Shane’s tiny shorts, moving them lower and lower, until his omega was completely bare on his yoga mat, slick-covered thighs opening for him.

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Shane was fucked. Well, he wished he was. He knew that teasing Ilya like that was dangerous. That just the shorts would be enough to make him crazy, whining just for a taste of Shane, and that adding the crop top was going too far, but… Ilya had not fucked him today, and he felt petty and horny as fuck, so he did it. Now he realized how much he had fucked up, as he had slipped on the nickname he had been calling Ilya in his mind lately. Ilya was his pups daddy, and he took such good care of him that his horny-addled mind said He’s such a good daddy and ran with it. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for weeks, keeping it close to his belt, not showing it, but now— “Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, please, need your knot, need your cum inside ‘f me…” As Ilya’s big hand came back to his cunt, he spread it open just to smack right into the clit, making Shane shout another bout of daddydaddypleaseohgoddaddy, a desperate sob wracking through his body as two of Ilya’s fingers entered him, molding him around him as he wanted. “I’m going to fuck you stupid, ‘mega.” Ilya’s fangs were out, his words coming out garbled, and Shane’s pussy clenched around Ilya’s fingers, a rush of slick escaping his cunt into Ilya’s hand. Fuck, he was so wet, so fucking soaked, that the third finger didn’t even phase him, the need to get his alpha’s knot inside too feral to properly think. “Full of my cum. Full of my pups. Mine.” Shane whined, nodding as quickly as he could without giving himself whiplash. Fuck, yes. He needed that. Needed Ilya to make a mess of him, to fuck him so good he forgets his name. Just as he was about to beg, Ilya took his fingers out of him, the wet squelch of it resounding in their quiet living room. Shane opened his eyes, staring at the boxer-covered monster of a cock his alpha had, licking his lips in anticipation as he watched Ilya throw the boxers behind him, leaving him bare and with his dick standing proudly on his abs. God, Shane didn’t think he was a size queen, not really; it wasn’t his fault that his virginity had been taken by that massive cock and that it had carved a place inside him that no other could fill. Not that he had tried, really, because he knew it was a moot point to even try. That dick had made him see stars every single time he had had it inside, pressing deep into him with that curve that reached somewhere not even Shane could with his bigger dildo. “Getinmegetinmegetinme,” Shane begged, his mouth not even connected to his brain at this point, just blabbing to get Ilya to move. “Say it, baby.” Shane shivered, cursing Ilya while he opened his legs wider, presenting his pussy to him in a silver platter, the pink folds covered in copious amount of slick, as his legs trembled. “Daddy…” Ilya hummed, smacking his cock right into Shane’s cunt, the wet sound echoing Shane’s needy shout. His alpha was smirking down at him, so fucking sure of himself as he stared at his needy, pregnant omega who was still begging for his dick. Shane flushed again, pressing a hand on his bump, as he bit his lower lip, fluttering his lashes at Ilya, like a fucking slut. His alpha snapped, the sight too much as he let go of his control and pressed his cock right into Shane’s pussy, thrusting in and in until his balls were flush with Shane’s ass. Fuck, this was exactly what Shane needed. His favorite feeling in the world, minus winning, of fucking course. The pressure inside of him was so good, he felt so fucking full, to the fucking brim, as Ilya stilled inside for a millisecond. “Alpha, move, movepleasefuck.” Ilya took a deep breath and forced Shane to his liking, taking hold of one of his legs to move it to his shoulder, opening Shane deeper, his other leg wrapped around Ilya’s hip. He was well and truly open for Ilya to fuck, to use, to breed. As soon as Ilya put him into place, he bottomed just to thrust back in with a hard slap of his hips, shaking Shane’s entire body with the force of his thrust, forcing a filthy moan out of him, in tandem with Ilya’s earth-shattering growl. “Fuck, ‘mega, you feel so good.” He slurred, his accent thickening with the force of his lust, making Shane mewl in a feral need to get his alpha to destroy him, to use him until he was full of his cum. “So tight… How are you still so tight… I fuck you,” He punctuated his words with a quick rhythm of his hips, reducing Shane into a moaning mess, “every single day. Yet, still tight. Like first time I fucked you.” Shane moaned unabashedly, the words going straight to his cunt, and he clenched around Ilya’s cock, milking it for all its worth. Every single time he had sex with Ilya was better than the last, especially since the mating, since their hushed love confessions in the sanctuary of his—their—cottage. Since that moment, Shane’s sex life had been so good that he had felt like he was living through his wet dreams. And his libido was through the fucking roof, the pregnancy hormones making him want to jump Ilya every single moment they had alone, to the point where Ilya had taken to only wearing boxers. Leaving himself completely at Shane’s mercy, his dick for the taking at any moment in time that Shane wanted. He was becoming spoiled. A bratty, spoiled omega who got everything he wanted because his mate didn’t know how to say no to him. “I’m tight—b—because you are the only cock I’ve ever t—taken.” Ilya’s thrusts were so quick, a rhythm so fucking dirty that Shane couldn’t help but stutter through his words, moans cutting through them as Ilya fucked him into the mat. “Fuck, daddy, yes, harder, ngh, har—harder!” Ilya snarled, his eyes turning red at his words, and bent him into a fucking pretzel without taking his cock out of him, building the same nasty rhythm again, his balls slapping into Shane’s ass as he, somehow, got even deeper than before. Shane’s slick was pouring out of him in gallons as his cunt clenched desperately around Ilya’s half-formed knot, which was growing steadily inside of him, waiting for the right moment to claim him again. “Fuck, ‘mega–I’m going to—” A hoarse moan escaped Ilya’s mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as he fucked into Shane with abandon, his thrusts so quick and dirty that it made Shane’s head spin, the familiar heat building on his lower belly, his legs shaking in anticipation of their incoming orgasms. “Cum for me, daddy. Cum inside of me,” He purred, a seductive tilt in his voice that only came out for Ilya, just for his mate, “fill me with your pups, daddy.” Ilya howled, a feral noise so out of character for him that Shane came instantly as he heard it, a wet sound echoing in the room as he squirted right into Ilya’s abs, his cock and all over his thighs. He had drenched him in his scent, and his omega was preening. Dirty, filthy, and fast grinds were all Ilya could do as he forced his knot through Shane’s cervix, wanting his cum right into the source, right where Shane wanted it. “Yesyesyes! Daddy, fuck, yes, knot my cunt, nghnh, fuckfuckfuck!” He was falling apart again, the clenching of his pussy around Ilya’s knot was frantic, his cunt spasming as it got thoroughly used, pumped full of his alpha’s cum, and he knew it was happening before Ilya realized it; he was going to cum again, just from the feeling of Ilya’s cum pumping inside of him, load after load going right into him, the knot keeping the cum right where it belonged, inside of his alpha’s pregnant omega. Right inside Ilya’s mate. Shane’s fucking mate. He mewled, stealing Ilya’s attention right back onto his face from where he was looking at his cunt swallowing his entire cock, sucking it in with the same neediness that Shane was presenting. He grabbed Ilya’s face, dropping his leg from his shoulder, and moved him into a frenzied kiss, moaning right into his alpha’s mouth, a desperate tinge in his sounds. He clenched rhythmically on Ilya’s cock, his little grinding movements sealing his fate as he came again, his scream swallowed hungrily by Ilya’s lips. His entire body was in an incredible high, the endorphins of his orgasms and the mixed scents of mates in the air pumping him full of happiness and an indescribable feeling of ohfuckmyalphaisknottingme that knocked him the fuck out. He hid his head right into Ilya’s shoulder, where his claimed mating gland was, and licked lazily at it. He was so fucking exhausted that he didn’t even care about the mess around them, and he knew that Ilya’s knot took an hour to go down, so he settled into the plush yoga mat and started purring against Ilya’s body. “Good ‘mega.” Ilya whispered into his hair, peppering soft kisses against it until he reached his forehead, dropping a loud kiss on it before hugging Shane’s body to his. “Sleep. I’ll take care of you and the pups. Promise.” Shane nodded, his eyes closing before he could properly think about it, a soft smile on his lips as he drifted into sleep. This was what heaven must feel like.

End Notes

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