Page 20 of Guarding the Runaway Omega

He’s a virgin.

How could he possibly allow Jasper’s first time to consist of them fumbling in a tent when the kid had been building up to that moment his whole life? Hawk pressed a kiss to the back of Jasper’s head. No. He wanted to make sure Jasper knew how precious he was to him, that he cared just as much about their first mating.

He was also concerned about Jasper’s health. More than once Hawk had awoken to Jasper moaning and thrashing in his sleep. Nightmares wouldn’t be surprising given Jasper’s trauma, but he’d also been sweating, and when Hawk had felt his forehead and the back of his neck, he could swear Jasper had a fever. But it had been two hours since the last time Hawk had checked him, and he now seemed fine.

Jasper struggled in his hold, his legs restless, moaning again—only this time, it grew stronger. Hawk tried to stem his panic. He’d been concerned all along that Jasper might experience horrible side effects to the drugs he’d been given. Is this withdrawal? The logic was there. After all, he’d been on doses of chemicals potent enough to keep him from shifting.

“Hawk,” Jasper’s voice rasped out. “I need…” He tensed, groaning in clear agony. “Oh gods, I need…”

“Hold on, I have some remedies in my bag, I’ll just—”

“No!” Jasper turned in his embrace. “I need you. Right. The Fuck. Now.”

Jasper clutched the T-shirt Hawk had worn to bed between his fingers, yanking Hawk flush to his body with a force that belied his small frame. Jasper clamped his mouth over Hawk’s, forcing his tongue past the seam of Hawk’s lips and kissing him in a frenzy. For perhaps ten seconds, Hawk attempted to slow Jasper down, to pause things so he could ask him what was happening, why he was so out of control.

But then, as the mating pull of his omega enveloped him, the unbridled lust emanating from Jasper catching Hawk in its web—he lost the will to battle Jasper. To stop himself from doing what was right and claiming his fated mate.

Jasper clawed at Hawk’s clothing as if trying to rip the tee and sweats from Hawk’s body and Hawk answered in kind. They clutched and grasped at each other in desperation, small cries and pleas falling from Jasper’s lips as he begged for Hawk to give him relief. Hawk growled, his cock so hard it could cut diamonds. He’d wanted to make their first time special, but at the moment, pumping his seed into his mate seemed pretty damn special.

Jasper had wriggled out of his own sweats, the pants so big on him that it likely hadn’t taken much effort. Before Hawk could bark out an order for him to bring his knees up and back, Jasper had already showed him his hole and was gyrating his hips.

Holy fuck.

Hawk grabbed one of Jasper’s wrists, then the other before encircling them both in one hand and pinning them above Jasper’s head. Hawk’s gaze never left Jasper’s eyes as he spit on two fingers then sought his mate’s opening, surprised when he discovered that he was already slick.

Did he get into my grooming kit, find the lube and get himself ready?

“Hawk! Don’t make me wait, I’m burning up… so empty…please!”

I’ll worry about the mystery lube later.

Hawk removed his fingers then positioned his cockhead at Jasper’s wrinkled entrance, the copious precum leaking from his slit helping to ease the way even more as he nudged the resistant opening. The thread of a rational thought broke through and reminded him that Jasper was a virgin.

Jasper hissed and screwed his eyes shut as Hawk breached him and he stilled.

Gods, so fucking tight.

“Baby.” Hawk touched his forehead to Jasper’s. “My sweet wolf, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“P-please don’t stop, Hawk. It’ll hurt more if you do.”

“I don’t understand. How can you know that? You’ve never been mated.”

All shifters knew the urgency to mate was more intense between fated pairs, but he’d never imagined it could be as powerful as what they were experiencing.

“Gods, just fuck me. We can discuss my lack of experience later.”

Hawk’s own throbbing prick, along with Jasper’s demands, overrode any other considerations. He released Jasper’s wrists, then slid one arm beneath Jasper’s shoulders and cradled his ass with the other. Holding Jasper up from the ground, Hawk pushed his steeled length the rest of the way into his mate, filling him, stretching him wide open until his balls were flush to Jasper’s skin.

He buried his nose in Jasper’s hair, nuzzled his neck behind his soft and perfect ear, inhaling Jasper’s scent until it had completely enveloped him.

“Ow!” Hawk clenched his jaw against the pain of Jasper pulling his hair with one hand and digging his fingers into his shoulder with the other.

“I’m dying, Hawk! Move!”

Hawk’s resolve to draw out the experience disappeared, and he withdrew from Jasper’s passage just enough so he could slam back in, Jasper letting out a grunt and jerking in Hawk’s arms when he did. Hawk picked up a slow rhythm, biting his bottom lip to keep from ramming into him without restraint.

But as Jasper’s body opened up to him, accepted the intrusion of his cock, met him with each thrust as if begging for more—Hawk let his wolf out to play. He growled and rutted, his eyes glowing and teeth baring as he readied to take Jasper as his own, to claim him for life.