Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse

7

Damon POV

The door cracked open, and the full force of Elliot’s heat scent slammed into me like a storm. Sweet, desperate, and undeniably mine. My control snapped.

I pushed the door wider and stepped inside. Lightning flashed again, lighting up his flushed face and wide, glassy eyes. He looked wrecked already—cheeks burning red, lips parted, body trembling in the oversized shirt that did nothing to hide how hard he was.

“Damon…” he whispered, voice cracking.

I didn’t let him finish. My hand shot out, fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him hard against me. Our mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss. No softness. No hesitation. Just raw, pent-up hunger that had been building for years under layers of resentment and denial.

Elliot gasped into my mouth. I swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his. He tasted like heat and sweetness and everything I had tried to ignore. My free hand gripped his waist, yanking his body flush against mine. He was burning up, shaking, and the little whimpers he made went straight to my c**k.

“Mine,” I growled against his lips, the Alpha in me roaring to life. The mate bond flared bright and hot between us. “You’re f*****g mine, Elliot.”

He moaned, hands fisting my shirt like he was afraid I’d disappear. The scent of his slick was starting to fill the room, driving me insane. I walked him backward until his legs hit the bed and we tumbled down together. I covered his smaller body with mine, kissing him harder, grinding against him so he could feel exactly what he was doing to me.

We broke apart only for air. Elliot’s eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide. “I… I thought you hated me,” he breathed, voice shaky but full of need.

“I thought I did too.” My hand slid under his shirt, fingers tracing hot skin. “But the bond doesn’t lie. And right now, I need you.”

He whimpered again, arching up into my touch. That sound broke the last of my restraint.

I kissed down his neck, sucking marks into his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sweetness of his heat. My hands worked fast, stripping off his shirt and pants until he lay completely bare beneath me. Beautiful. Vulnerable. Mine. His c**k was hard and leaking, thighs already slick with arousal.

Elliot reached for me with trembling hands, pulling at my clothes. I helped him, yanking my shirt over my head and shoving my pants down. When my c**k sprang free, heavy and aching, his eyes widened.

He licked his lips.

The sight made me groan. “You want it?”

He nodded, almost shy even in the middle of his heat. I sat up against the headboard and pulled him down. Elliot slid off the bed and dropped to his knees between my spread thighs without hesitation.

His breath ghosted over my c**k. Then his soft tongue flicked out, tasting the head. I hissed, fingers threading through his hair again. He looked up at me through his lashes as he took me into his mouth—slow at first, then deeper, cheeks hollowing.

“f**k, Elliot…” I groaned, head falling back.

He wasn’t experienced, but the heat made him eager. He sucked me with desperate little moans, tongue swirling, taking as much as he could. The wet heat of his mouth combined with his scent was overwhelming. I guided his head gently, hips rocking, careful not to choke him even as my instincts screamed to take more.

He bobbed faster, one hand wrapping around the base he couldn’t swallow, the other resting on my thigh. The sounds—wet, filthy, perfect—filled the dark room between thunder crashes. I watched him the whole time, mesmerized by how pretty he looked with his lips stretched around me.

“Such a good omega,” I praised, voice rough. “Taking your Alpha so well.”

Elliot whimpered around my c**k, the vibration shooting pleasure through me. I felt my knot starting to swell at the base, but I held back. Not yet.

I pulled him off with a wet pop before I lost it. His lips were swollen, eyes dazed with lust. I lifted him easily, tossing him onto the bed on his back.

“My turn,” I growled.

I spread his legs wide, settling between them. The sight of his slick, glistening hole made my mouth water. I leaned down and dragged my tongue over his c**k first, tasting the precum before moving lower. Elliot cried out when I licked across his entrance, hands flying to my hair.

I devoured him.

My tongue pushed inside, tasting the sweet slick of his heat while my hand stroked his c**k. He writhed under me, moaning my name like a prayer, hips bucking desperately. I ate him out with long, filthy strokes, sucking and licking until he was sobbing with pleasure.

“Damon— please— I can’t—”

I slid two fingers inside him alongside my tongue, curling them just right. His body clenched around me, hot and perfect. When I wrapped my lips around his c**k and sucked hard, he came with a broken cry, spilling down my throat.

I drank every drop, working him through it until he was shaking.

But one o****m wasn’t nearly enough for an omega in heat.

I moved up his body, kissing him deeply so he could taste himself on my tongue. He kissed back desperately, legs wrapping around my waist.

“We’re just getting started,” I whispered against his lips.