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Prince Tankhun keeps crying. Porsche has an arm around his shoulder and both of them keep glaring at Prince Kinn as if it is his fault that Pete is going to be married off to a stanger, to a deserted terrain faraway from the palace he calls his home. 

But honestly, it is nobody's fault but his own destiny's. All his life Pete had hoped, prayed, that he wouldn't have to become a sacrificial lamb in petty games of politics and lands. 

Being the middle , that too illegitimate, child of a small lord from way back in the south, Pete had foolishly hoped that he would be safe from the vicious cycle of unwanted and forced marriages that seem to be an accepted norm in this "oh so great" kingdom. 

Once upon a time Pete had foolishly believed in the make believe stories of fated mates and all the small lies that his late mother used to tell him. Once upon a time he had believed there was someone out there for him too, the alpha for his omega. 

As he grew older, he had let go of that hope along with the wish of having a family that would love and cherish him. He had left his father's estate in an desperate attempt to save himself from not only his emotionally abusive family but also from the monster that silently slithered around in the darkness of his mind.

So years later, he was dumbfounded when his father, who never once tried to contact him in the last 5 years, suddenly appeared infront of the king with a proposal to marry off the omega of Saengtham family (who just so happens to be Pete) to the north. 

Now Pete did not particularly harbour any dislike towards the north and most of the time Pete is an empathetic omega who didn't judge people just based on gossips. But years of working under one of the princes had made him a well informed young man. 

The norths, unlike the south which mostly consists of warm and humid plains and the central parts of the kingdom which has a pleasant weather all around the year, has a slightly colder temperature and is known for its rough and rocky terrains and deep jungles. Moreover, the people of the north are known to be speakers of the old language. A language so hard that Pete still can't seem to get a hang of for the life of him (Pete is bad at learning new languages). They are also known to detest the use of the language of the main landers.

Not that Pete minds. Oh no, the climate, the geography and the inevitable language barrier of the north are the least of his concerns right now. What has Pete feeling like bucket of cold ice water has been poured on him is the fact that his father dearest has not only fixed his alliance with a man from the north, but with the lord of the North, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakul. Who also happens to be the estranged nephew of the King. 

As if to make matters worse, he is to be married off to a man who is a savage, a warmonger and is known amongst the people of the kingdom as a cruel, ruthless leader who rules the rocky mountain paths and the dangerous jungles with an iron fist. 

Of the three years of working as First Prince Tankhun's advisor (nanny), Pete has seen Lord Vegas a total of, truthfully, never. The man rarely ever visits the capital, preferring to dictate his own rocky lands with people who, according to the capital people, go to bed on an empty stomach most nights. 

While Pete's heart goes out to the people of the north, he is not keen on marrying into them. And the reason being solely the Lord that rules over them. He does not want to trade one prison for another. 

But there is hardly anything for him to do when even the King himself finds it to be a suitable match. And until this afternoon Pete had a little hope that the savage alpha would reject the proposal because honestly why would a lord want to marry a no name, not so pretty and nothing special omega like him, that also with whom he will not be able to hold one proper conversation.

But even that hope had been mercilessly crushed about an hour ago, when a message from the north had arrived on behalf of the Lord, who had accept the alliance with the Saengtham omega. 

It made Pete's skin crawl at the thought that the brute alpha did not even care about the fact they will never be able to share few words. But then again, why would the alpha care for words when he would only want to use his body for his pleasure. 

"Kinn! You stupid brother." Prince Tankhun wails in his signature high pitched tone that on most days hurts his ears, but for some reason sounds comforting to him today. "I asked you for one thing. I asked you to convince father to not marry Pete off to Vegas. You are the crown Prince. What good is the stupid title if you can't even do that?"

Kinn sighs, lines of annoyance and frustration mark his young face. And Pete feels somewhat bad, even if Tankhun is technically correct. 

In the last three years that he has worked closely with the Theerapanyakul brother's, he has come to consider them more as friends than his employers. Kinn and Tankhun too have treated him more as a friend.

"I tried!" Kinn almost screams before he forces himself to regain his composure. Being the crown Prince, he has always been taught to act and dress in a certain way. "But father would not budge. Moreover, Cousin Vegas has already accepted the proposal."

Then he sighs again, this time sending a apologetic glance towards the only omega in the room. "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do now." Pete only smiles in understanding because what else can he do beside accepting his fate. 

His father is a bastard but he is his father nonetheless and the moment the King agreed for the alliance, it became a word of the law. He is now promised to a savage from the north. 

"Nothing we can do, my foot!" Tankhun screeches in his Tankhuny fashion. "You did not try hard enough."

"Your highness." Pete smiles like always, although this time it is much harder to put a mask on his true feelings of dread. "It's fine. It can not be that bad."

"What are you saying? It is Vegas we are talking about." Tankhun roars which only makes Pete flinch again. It is a fact Pete would like to not be reminded of every minute, Thank you very much.

But Pete keeps smiles while Kinn sighs tiredly. "I know, your highness. But it surely can not be that bad." At least he hopes the gods above are not that cruel.

"That bad?" Porsche, who has quiet up until now, scoffs. Pete does not miss the way it makes Kinn flinch. The crown Prince's affection for the alpha advisor is a known secret among the people of the castle. "You are to be married of to that...that savage! You are saying it can not be that bad! He is the bad news, Pete."

"Porsche." Pete's eyes sharpen at the tone his dear friend uses. Because savage or not, that is his husband to be, his alpha to be. And say what he might in his mind, Pete will never allow another to talk about his husband like that. Friend or not. "Watch your tongue. That is the Lord of the North you are talking about."

"Wha-" If Porsche is surprised, Pete can not do much about it. So Pete continues. 

"Moreover that is my to be husband. I will not tolerate anyone speaking about my husband like that." As much as he hates this alliance, Pete has always been fiercely protective of his people. And a disrespect to the lord of the North is also disrespect to the people of the north, which is also disrespect to him. In a week from now, he is to be married to the north. In a week from now, he will belong to the north, it is now his duty to protect the name of his people. Pete has chosen his side and he knows where his loyalties is to lie from a week later. 

Porsche looks at him in awe while Kinn has that look of utter respect and melancholy before be adverts his eyes. Tankhun however looks at him like the ground has just split into two halves infront of him. "Oh Pete!"

Then he wails some more. It takes an hour more before Tankhun quiets down and pulls Pete in a tight hug, ushering Porsche to join as well. 

Porsche hugs him tight. "I will save you." His words are so surely spoken but Pete can't find it in himself to trust any one of them at the moment. Whatever happens, Pete has resigned himself to his fate. 

So Pete just smiles his signature smile with dimples and all.

•

The wedding is quiet affair. Not many people from the north attend, only young lord Macau who is Lord Vegas' younger brother and a few of their soldiers are in attendance. 

From Pete's side it is mostly the friends he has made in his time in the castle. His step mother and younger half sister did not deem it necessary to attend. Small blessings. But his father and older half brother are here. Both of their self satisfied smirks almost makes Pete want to hit them. But he knows he's better than that.

The King, too, is is attendance. Not only as the highest order in the country but also as Lord Vegas' uncle (estranged or not) and Pete's employer. 

Pete is dressed in a white flowy dress, made with the softest silk Pete has ever had the fortune of touching, much less wearing. At first Pete was almost certain of it being a gift from either Prince Tankhun or Prince Kinn. But he was utterly shocked to find out that the dress has been provided by his husband. He has been informed of it being a tradition in the north. 

Somehow the kind gesture made Pete's heart feel strangley warm. It was a plus fact that the dress was so pretty that it in turn made Pete look decent enough.

His husband is dressed in an all black outfit. It makes him look like the warrior that he is.

Pete's head has been covered with a piece of cloth made out of pretty white lace and intricate designs. The cloth covers more than half of his face, leaving only his lips and chin for display to the public.  

While the lace is very pretty and Pete actually likes the feel of it, the fabric also makes it very hard for him to see his husband's face. As much as he is scared, he is also curious to see the infamous man's face. 

He has tried a few times to peek through lace but the man has his face turned towards the priest and it makes it impossible to make out any solid feature of his face.

So Pete sighs and and bows his head in designation. He shifts his focus on his husband's hand which he has placed on a knee. 

The hand is rough and callous from handling of sword. But his husband has pretty hands with long fingers. But what makes it more beautiful to Pete are the small cuts all over the hand and fingers, most probably from years of use of weapons and hard work. The marks on him make his hand look rough yet trust worthy.  

Had this been a love match, Pete would have taken the rough hand in his softer ones and kiss every little scar with as much tenderness as he could. But it is a dream that is to never come true. His husband is savage who would never come to feel for the likes of him. He has nothing to offer to the alpha, except for his virginity and his womb. But Pete hardly believes these to be enough to keep his husband bound to him for eternity. 

It scares him that one day the alpha would grow bored of him and either discard him or kill him. He is afraid, after everything, he would rather prefer the second option. 

The wedding ceremony gets wrapped up quickly and Pete keeps his head down for the rest of the ceremony. 

It is soon time for them to depart to the north. There were some tears, most of them shed by Tankhun.

But Pete says goodbye quickly, not wanting to anger his new husband. He is surprised to find a carriage waiting for him. He had thought he would have to travel by horse. 

He slightly lifts the veil as he watches his husband share a few words with the young lord of the North before he moves to mount his horse at the front. Both disappointment and relief settle into his gut as he fails to see his husband's face again.

But then the young lord is approaching him with a smile and he hurriedly pulls the veil down. 

He bows deeply to the young man who Pete is sure is not older than himself, already dreading the fact that he has no clue how and what to answer the younger. Pete does not want to disappoint the young lord. He is terrified that it might be the cause of his early demise by the hands of his own husband, after all it is no secret that the Lord of the North adores his younger brother.

"Hello, brother-in-law." Pete is not proud of the surprised squek that the words pull out of him. Of everything, Pete had not expected to have someone from the north address him in such a casual manner, that also in the language of the main landers. 

"My lord?" Pete answers, still surprised and nerves wrecking his whole nervous system. 

Even through the veil, Pete can make out the young yet sharp features of the young alpha and that playfull roll of his eyes. "Oh please! You do not need to be so formal with me. Just call me Macau. Lord makes me sound like a 50 year old."

It makes Pete giggle and in response it brings a genuine grin on the young lord's face. "See? Much better."

"Yes, Thank you." Pete feels himself relaxing. And maybe he shouldn't trust someone so soon, but the knowledge that there will be someone who will understand him in that place and in turn will help him understand the people that are now his own brings him some sort of comfort.

"I did not expect you to be so fluent in the language of the mainlanders." Pete keeps the conversation going as the young lord Macau guides him towards the door to the carriage. 

"Ah yes." Pete hears the smile in Macau's voice. "I completed my studies in the capital so I'm quite used to the language of this place."

It is a surprise, a shock really, to hear that one of the sons of Theerapanyakul completed his education while staying in the capital. Because he is sure none of the royal family knows of this. 

But then he shrugs, it is not his place to ask. Whatever it is, Lord Vegas must have considered all goods and bads. 

Macau is a nice young man who helps Pete ride the carriage and smiles at him before he closes the door to the carriage softly. "We will reach our domain in the north in 7 days. We will only stop for short food breaks. I know this is a sudden plan but I hope you will be okay with it. Call for me if you need anything."

Macau does not stay to listen to him and in a way it is good that he does not. In 7 days, he will be at a completely new place. A place he will call home as long as he shall breathe.

It scares him. But what scares him the most is the inevitable night that he will have to spend with his husband the day they reach the alpha lord's abode. 

So he is thankful to have the days he has been bestowed upon by the gods above to ready himself for the unavoidable. 

He braces himself for 7 days later he will no longer be a virgin but someone's rightfully claimed omega.

•

Macau helps him down the carriage and for that he is thankful. Pete can feel his legs shaking and tries to tell himself that it is because of the long journey (it is a lie, Pete is terrified thinking about his first night).

Taking his hand back, Pete smiles politely at the young lord. Before the young lord can smile back, he is whisked away by the people. That tells Pete enough about the way the lords of the north are adored by their people. 

Pete turns around at a gruff voice. Though he does not understand the language, he has come to know Nop good enough to know it must be an order for the soldiers. And when he smiles gently, he sees the way Nop smiles back at him in appreciation. 

He keeps looking at the way small children and women and omegas run upto the soldiers to welcome them. A deep blush makes its appearance when he realises some of the couples are engaged in a heated conversation that involves a lot of their tongues. Goodness! The north and their wild ways.

It is not until he feels a looming presence behind him that he turns around. And lo and behold, there stands his husband in his raw manly, alphan glory. 

Pete stares. Carefully takes in the chiseled jaw, cheekbones so sharp as if they could cut through the hardest glass, small cuts on his defined eyebrows, nose that looks equally sculpted and broken from years spent on the war field, eyes that look stern and yet Pete is sure of them forming beautiful crescent moon when he smiles. His long matted hair, done in intricate braids, only seem to add to his manly charm. 

Pete knows he is staring but he does not realise he is staring until the sound of a throat clearing breaks him and his alpha both out of their stupor.

It is only then, that Pete realises the presence of the woman- a beta, shorter than him, most probably in her late 30s, beautiful- beside his husband. Pete sees the teasing look in her warm eyes and suddenly feels a flush travel through out his body. 

He lowers his eyes, in respect and in submission. He does not know the woman but he knows enough to know that she holds an important position in his new home. 

A pleasant feeling settling in his chest when he hears his alpha growl in pleasure, followed by the pleased hum of the woman. 

"So beautiful. Must be Luna." And although the woman smiles kindly at him, Pete knows the implications of being a luna. Being a luna is to be a mother to all. Being a luna is to be the caretaker of all that falls under his alpha's domain. 

Being a luna is a responsibility that is being awarded to him and God knows, Pete has never deemed himself important enough to be someone of that high a position. But one look at his Alpha, who is radiating pure joy and pride though his eyes are still stern and lips still kept in a straight line, Pete knows he can not disappoint. 

"Come Luna." The woman smiles again. "Let us get you ready for feast."

The mentioned feast is more of a festival than anything else. It is festival of food held under the open sky and the wooden tables are covered with exotic northern dishes. All the men, the women and children gather together to eat delicious food, drink good alcohol and enjoy music. 

It is a good practice and Pete tries to mingle with the people. But alas, there is only so much to do when he does not understand a word of what they are saying. So, Pete settles for smiling instead. 

He hopes his smile comes off as warm and welcoming rather than forced or, worse, arrogant. His husband is steady but strong presence beside him through out the dinner. But Pete keeps his eyes down and tries not to think about the inevitable night.

But mostly Pete keeps questioning himself about being a luna to these people. These people, who according to the townsfolk are starved on most days, that are enjoying themselves and laughing along with their lord seated amongst them. These people, who are treated as savages in their own country, insist on calling him their luna and lowering their eyes every time he is in the vicinity. These people who still refer to their lord as the head alpha. These people who stick together in every situation and call themselves the tribe. 

Pete wonders if he is worthy enough to be their Luna. He wonders if he will ever be strong enough to protect these kind tribals.  

It is specifically these thoughts that run around his mind, unsettled, for the rest of the festival. It is because of these thoughts that he completely forgets about that one woman who had talked to him flawlessly in the language of the mainlanders. And it is also because of these thoughts that he is distracted enough to not notice the impending doom (i.e. his first night with his alpha).

•

His husband's abode, a wooden cottage, larger and sturdier than all the other cottages in the village, has been decorated beautifully to honour the arrival of its omega. 

And though Pete should feel terrible at having to give his virginity up to a man he knows nothing about, strangely he feels nothing but numbness. 

His husband is not here yet and Pete thanks the heavens for small mercies, for he is not ready yet. In all the 7 days that he has spent on road to the north, Pete has felt nothing but contrasting feelings towards these people. 

The people of north, surprisingly calm and cheerful, are the complete opposite of what he has been taught in the mainland. But more so than the kind hearted people, it is Pete's husband who has proved to be a complete mystery to him. 

And Pete hates not knowing. It makes his skin feel tight with anxiety as he awaits the arrival of his husband. A man, so rough looking and yet stunningly beautiful, who has only ever spared him few glances and a handful nods but has, for now, refrained from touching him. 

Pete supposes he should feel grateful to the man for not living upto his name yet. But Pete knows alphas like him are bound to loose control when denied of their rights. So Pete does not plan on denying the man anything. 

He remembers the words whispered to him before his wedding by the old maids of the palace. Do not fight back, let him take what he wants, let him use your body the way he likes, he is your alpha, close your eyes and let him use you.

Closing his eyes, Pete wills himself to stillness as the door to the room opens. He remembers the musky, manly, woody pheromone. It is his husband alright.  

Through his racing heartbeat and slightly heaving chest, Pete notices as the bed dips and the pheromones grow stronger. It merely takes seconds but the pheromones grow so strong that Pete can do nothing but bring his knees to chest and clench his already closed eyes. 

He waits with battered breaths. He waits for his husband to throw him back on the bed. He waits for his husband to tear apart his clothes. He waits to be defiled in the most disrespectful way possible by a man who is not known for kindness and gentle ways. He waits for something, for anything.  

But there is nothing. He can still feel the raw heat on his skin, so he knows his husband is still there, watching him. 

It is only after an agonizing long wait that he feels his alpha slide closer to his slightly heaving body. Then the next moment a rough hand is on his chin and lifting his face slowly.  

Pete goes easily but still keeps his eyes closed. The palm is rough on his soft face and Pete shivers at the warmth it carries. 

He does not know what the man sees but the next moment he growls and a pair of rough hot lips are on his softer plum ones. It is not a rough demanding one, one that he expects from his brute of a husband, rather it is a chaste little thing. A pair of rough lips pushed against another pair of soft lips, as if asking for permission. 

And an violent urge inside Pete wants nothing more than to grant him the permission. But he does not do anything. A voice inside his head, which surprisingly sounds like one of the cleanings aunties of the palace, reminds him of how alphas do not like their omegas too responsive. 

So Pete does not move even when he wants to. Because that same violent urge inside him wants nothing more than to be good to his alpha, nothing more than to be liked by his husband.  

His husband keeps his lips tightly pressed against his some more until he hears his alpha murmur something, words that Pete does not understand tumble out the man's mouth. Pete feels entirely unworthy of the man when the Lord growls in displeasure.  

It is only when he realises that the warmth of his husband's body is moving away from him that Pete opens his eyes in panic. It both shocks and scares him when he realises that his husband is almost halfway to the door. 

"You...Are you leaving?" Pete does not want to talk about how his voice cracks pitifully. But he is glad when it stops his husband from going away further and turn towards him.

Pete climbs down the bed and the white silk robe that he had opted to wear for his husband falls right above his mid thigh. It is a flimsy thing and a gift from First Prince Tankhun. Pete had refused to accept it but there was no deterring the eccentric man when he had set his mind on something. 

His husband takes a sharp intake and he realises all this while he had covered himself with the heavy duvet for some sort of warmth. 

Pete realises his cheeks must be flushing with a bright pink hue and wants nothing more than to cover himself up. But it is Pete's husband, the man has every right to Pete's terrible body and he will not stop it if his husband wishes. 

But for that he needs to stop his husband from leaving him. The implications of the Lord leaving gives birth to a new panic in him. "Please don't leave. Please."

His husband, God bless the man, seems to understand as he slowly approaches him, all the while muttering away in the unknown language. 

At Pete's confused stare, his husband sighs and Pete feels so guilty that he could die. "I am so sorry." He does not realise when a tear slides down his cheek. "I apologise for not understanding. But I assure you I will learn soon enough."

His husband looks at him with a little pity and so much empathy that it makes Pete breathe a little heavy. He does not remember the last time some one looked at him to kindly. And how ironic it is that a man who is called savage by others looks at him with all the understanding in the world. 

Pete watches as his husband gently raises a hand to his palm and as gently as possible wipes away the lone tear that Pete had shed. The gesture though simple, feels very intimate, much more than their previous kiss.

And Pete realises that he likes it, maybe more than he should. So he steps closer to the man, looking him in the eye and watches as the man's eyes twinkle in mirth. He supposes he should be offended but all thoughts of offense fly out of his head when his husband brings him into another kiss.

This time butterflies erupt in Pete's belly. The kiss, this time too, starts chaste but soon Pete feels a tongue lapping away at his lips. And he does not mean to, but Pete gasps and suddenly there is a warm wet appendage inside his mouth. 

Pete thinks some of the butterflies in his belly must have fled to his womb because suddenly there is a tingling in his womb and something wet and liquid escapes the fold of his vagina down his thighs. 

His husband growls hungrily before he suddenly picks Pete up so Pete has no other choice but to wrap his legs around his husband's waist. 

One minute they are kissing, another his husband has picked him up and another he is thrown on the bed rather unceremoniously. And poor Pete again yelps but can do nothing when his husband climbs on top of him. 

Pete blinks as the man suddenly starts removing his heavy jackets and wastes no time in getting rid of his shirt so that he is left with a sight of his husband his his half naked glory. 

And dear heavens! Pete does not think he has ever seen anything so beautiful. His husband's long dark locks look midnight black against his pale skin. And his torso is littered with scars, old and new, large and small, deep and shallow, swords and bullets. But it does nothing in dampening his alpha's beauty. 

Pete does not realise when a needy moan escapes him. And as much as it amuses his husband, it is deeply embarrassing for him. But even through his embarrassment, his womb does not stop wanting. The needy little thing keeps releasing it's fluid through Pete's fold and Pete is horrified when he feels a small puddle is starting to form on the sheets beneath him.

His husband growls, and this time Pete has an inkling that it is of impatience. Pete makes no move to stop the alpha as the alpha slowly spreads his knees to get a better look at him. 

He feels shame and self-doubt coursing through his veins as his husband scrutinizes his fold with utter adoration. He wonders how this beautiful man can look at an average omega like him with so much want and lust. But Pete has promised to give his husband everything he owns, even the unworthy parts of himself. 

The silk robe is loose and is ridden upto his stomach so all of his lower portion is exposed to his alpha. Pete watches as the alpha slowly bends down gently nosing at his wet core. It makes Pete shiver but he says nothing. 

At first he smells the pretty thing and whatever it smells like deeply satisfies the alpha and for that he is glad. Then the alpha proceeds to lick a long strip across Pete's vagina. 

And it should feel intruding to have his most precious part tested and used by his alpha but Pete feels so needy that he can no longer stop the dirty whimper that escapes him. 

It is a dirty and needy sound but it makes his alpha smile smugly so Pete feels no shame. Before he sits back up, the alpha gently kisses the wet folds as if making making a promise. What promise Pete does not know. 

As the alpha sits back up, Pete realises that a large lump is resting at his husband's pelvis. It is so large that Pete should feel afraid. But a very dirty part of him feels hungry, so very hungry that saliva pools in his mouth and his vagina keeps leaking on the sheets. 

It must please his husband because the man wastes no time in ripping away his robe leaving Pete in his naked glory infornt of his husband. The lump in the alpha's pant grows heavier and the alpha lunges for his neck. 

Pete moans and whimpers as the alpha bites away at his neck and chest, the alpha's clothed member rubbing obscenely at his folds. The fabric of his husband's pant is rough and his member heavy against Pete's delicate flower and Pete can do nothing but moan, whimper and claw at his husband's back. 

Finally, Pete does not know if it is minutes later or hours later that his husband having had his fill gets rid of his pants and gets completely naked. His husband's thighs are strong and muscular and his member is long, fat and pale. Its head is a lighter shade of pink and so large that Pete fears it will not fit inside him.

And all of a sudden all the questions are back in his head, this time louder. What is Pete ends up disappointing his husband? He doesn not want that. 

But he is stopped from having any further negative thoughts as his husband suddenly has 2 long fingers inside him. It does not hurt but Pete can not get used to the feeling of his husband being inside him.

A minute later, 4 of his husband's fingers are inside his vagina and has Pete moaning away in abandon. Pete is scared but he can not stop the pleasure from coursing throug his nerves. He feels like a live wire, raw.

All this while he hears as his husband keeps muttering in his language and suddenly with a sting, Pete wishes he could understand his husband. When Pete's husband moves his fingers in and out of him, Pete promises himself to learn the language as soon as possible. If not for himself than for these moments of intimacy. 

His husband keeps driving his fingers inside Pete until Pete is gaping and ready to welcome his husband home. As Pete's husband pulls his wet fingers back and plops them inside his mouth one by one to taste Pete, Pete feels his omega shudder in pleasure. 

But it is also at this moment that Pete feels an agonizing fear grip at his heart. He is letting a man he has known for a week inside his body and inside his heart, had he not promised himself to be more careful? 

As his alpha slowly slides home inside him, the alpha's eyes are wide in utter bliss and Pete feels the stretch burn and soothe his turmoils. As long as his alpha likes his womb and does not discard him, why should it matter?

So he closes his eyes, just as the maid had told him to, and lets his husband take and take. The pace is punishing but Pete can do nothing but moan. His husband is growling and grumbling but he does not understand.  

And suddenly it all stops. His husband is still hard, large and raw inside him but Pete is scared of rejection. Pete realises that the alpha is spreading his legs and Pete goes willingly. A second later his husband crowds his senses as he leans on him chest to chest, face to face, still inside him.

Pete is afraid of confrontation but he is more afraid of disappointing his husband. He waits and waits for his husband to do something. And surely a second later, Pete feels soft butterfly kisses on his eyes and Pete realises with a start that this man wants him to open his eyes. 

Surely as Pete opens his eyes, his met with the most earnest set of browns he has ever seen. It sets off a new kaleidoscope of butterflies in his womb as he moans. 

His husband, the bastard that he is, grins and starts pounding. Pete does not know how he keeps his eyes open but he does. He moans and watches as his alpha has his mouth open in a silent moan as he keeps pounding inside him. It satisfies the dirty little monster inside Pete to see his husband at his mercy. 

After that, it barely takes a few more thrust before Pete is bursting around his husband, Vegas', member and his husband is releasing inside him.

The orgasms take everything out of Pete and he feels boneless. The heavy weight of his husband on top of him, both of them still connected through their most intimate parts, is comforting rather than suffocating. 

Pete gently runs a hand through his husband's matted locks and finds them yo be surprisingly soft while his husband nuzzles in his neck. 

He hears as his alpha hums gently and then murmurs a single word.

"What?" Through his post-orgasm mind fog, Pete does not understand what his husband speaks of. It is a single word, in the old language, one that he has heard before but does not remember.

His questions only seem to make the alpha smile gently at Pete which Pete is not complaining about. The alpha gently bops his nose on Pete's and smiles again.

"Mate."