Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse

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Damon POV

We’re just getting started.

The words had barely left my mouth before I flipped Elliot onto his stomach. He gasped, pushing back against me instinctively, his body already begging. The scent of his heat was thicker now, sweet and addictive, driving my Alpha instincts into overdrive.

I gripped his hips hard, pulling him up onto his knees so his ass was presented perfectly for me. Slick glistened on his thighs. I rubbed the head of my c**k against his entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

“Damon…” he moaned, voice hoarse.

“Tell me you want this,” I growled, leaning over his back. My chest pressed against him, lips brushing his ear. “Tell me you want your Alpha to f**k you.”

“I want it,” he whimpered. “Please… I need you inside me.”

That was all I needed.

I thrust forward in one hard stroke, burying myself deep. Elliot cried out, body clenching around me like a vice. He was so f*****g tight, so hot, so perfect. The mate bond flared brighter, pleasure and connection flooding through both of us.

“f**k,” I groaned, holding still for a second to let him adjust. Then I started moving.

Hard. Deep. Relentless.

I f****d him like I had been starving for him for years—because I had. Each powerful thrust made the bed creak. Elliot’s moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin and the ongoing storm outside. I reached around and stroked his c**k in time with my thrusts, feeling him leak all over my fingers.

“You feel that?” I rasped, pounding into him. “This tight little hole was made for me. My mate.”

“Yes— yours—” he sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust.

I lost myself in the rhythm. Faster. Harder. The headboard slammed against the wall. I gripped his hair, pulling his head back so I could kiss him messily over his shoulder while I f****d him. He came first, spilling over my hand with a broken cry, his walls squeezing me so tightly I almost followed.

But I wasn’t done.

I pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and slid back in before he could catch his breath. This time I hooked his legs over my shoulders, folding him in half. The new angle let me go even deeper. Elliot’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Round after round, I took him.

I f****d him on his back until he came again. Then I pulled him on top, letting him ride me while I thrust up hard, hands gripping his ass and spreading him open. His head fell back, exposing his neck. I sucked marks there, fighting the urge to bite and claim him fully. Not yet. Not like this.

The power was still out. Lightning flashes lit up his face—flushed, teary-eyed, beautiful. Every time he came, his scent spiked sweeter. Every time I filled him with my c*m, he whimpered in satisfaction, only for the heat to demand more.

Third round. I had him bent over the edge of the bed, standing behind him, pounding so hard his feet barely touched the floor. My knot was swelling, catching on his rim with every thrust.

“Damon— knot me— please—” he begged.

I snarled and pushed deeper. My knot popped inside him, locking us together. Elliot screamed in pleasure as I pumped load after load deep inside. The bond pulsed between us, raw and overwhelming. I reached around and stroked him through another o****m, milking every drop.

We stayed locked like that for a long time, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing the back of his neck gently while my knot kept us tied.

When it finally went down, I carried his limp body back onto the bed. But his heat wasn’t satisfied yet.

Fourth round. Slower this time, but still intense. I took him on his side, one leg lifted high, grinding deep and kissing him the whole time. Emotions started mixing with the lust. Every thrust felt like an apology and a promise.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered against his lips between thrusts. “For everything I said. For hurting you.”

Tears slipped from his eyes, but he pulled me closer. “Don’t stop… just don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

We went again and again. The night blurred into a haze of sweat, slick, c*m, and desperate kisses. I lost count of how many times he came. How many times I filled him. My knot swelled twice more, locking us together while thunder rolled outside.

By the time the storm started to ease and the first hints of dawn touched the sky, we were both exhausted. Elliot lay sprawled on my chest, trembling with aftershocks, my c*m slowly leaking out of him. I held him close, one hand stroking his back, the other tangled in his hair.

The mate bond hummed warmly between us now—stronger, clearer. I could feel echoes of his emotions. The fear, the love, the relief.

He looked up at me with tired, sated eyes. “Is this real?” he whispered.

I kissed his forehead, then his swollen lips. “It’s real. You’re mine now, Elliot. My mate.”

He smiled weakly and nuzzled into my neck, already drifting off. I pulled the blanket over us, my arms wrapped protectively around his smaller body.

The night had changed everything.

And I knew, deep down, that I would never let him go again.