Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse

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Damon POV

The room was still dark when my eyes snapped open.

Elliot was curled against my chest, breathing softly, his body warm and marked with my bites and bruises. The storm had quieted to a steady rain, but inside me, something else was raging. My wolf was wide awake, restless, possessive, and hungry.

The mate bond thrummed with fresh need. Even after everything we had done earlier, Elliot’s heat scent was rising again, sweet and tempting, pulling me under. My c**k hardened instantly against his thigh.

I tried to hold back. He was exhausted. But my wolf wouldn’t let me. Mine. Take. Claim.

I rolled us so he was underneath me again. Elliot stirred, blinking sleepily up at me as I settled between his spread legs.

“Damon…?” His voice was hoarse from moaning my name for hours.

“Need you again,” I growled, voice low and rough. My hands gripped his thighs, spreading him wider. “Can’t stop.”

He let out a soft whimper, but his body responded immediately, fresh slick wetting his entrance, c**k twitching back to life. The heat was still riding him hard.

I didn’t wait. I pushed inside him in one deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Elliot arched off the bed with a cry, hands flying up to clutch my shoulders.

“f**k— so big—” he gasped.

I set a brutal pace right away. Hard. Fast. Deep. The bed slammed against the wall with every powerful snap of my hips. My wolf was completely wild now, driving me to claim what was mine over and over. I f****d him like I wanted to leave my mark on his soul.

Elliot’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. His nails dug into my back, legs wrapping tight around my waist as I pounded into him.

“Yes— Damon— harder—”

I gave him what he begged for. I grabbed his hips, lifting him slightly so I could drive even deeper. The sound of our bodies coming together was loud and filthy in the quiet night. Sweat slicked our skin. His heat scent mixed with mine until the whole room smelled like s*x and mate bond.

I leaned down and captured his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing his cries while I f****d him senseless. Then I flipped him onto all fours, pulling his ass up and slamming back in from behind. One hand fisted his hair, the other reached around to stroke his leaking c**k.

“You’re mine,” I snarled, thrusting so hard his arms gave out and he face planted into the pillow. “Say it.”

“I’m yours— your omega— your mate—” he cried, voice muffled.

My knot started swelling again. I kept pounding through it, the thick base catching on his rim with every stroke until it finally popped inside. Elliot screamed in pleasure as I locked us together, flooding him with another load of c*m while I stroked him to his own o****m.

Even after my knot went down, I wasn’t finished.

I pulled out, turned him onto his back, and slid back in slowly this time, deep, grinding strokes that made his eyes roll back. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I kissed down his chest, sucking on his n*****s while I rocked into him steadily, building us both up again.

Round after round through the night.

We f****d until the rain stopped and faint gray light started creeping through the windows. I took him against the wall at one point, his legs wrapped around me as I thrust up hard. Then back on the bed, him riding me desperately while I gripped his ass and helped him bounce.

Every time he came, his walls squeezed me perfectly. Every time I filled him, the mate bond grew stronger.

By the time we finally collapsed, completely spent, the first rays of morning light were touching the room. Elliot lay boneless on top of me, covered in sweat, c*m, and my marks. His breathing was ragged but content.

I held him close, one hand gently stroking his back as he drifted in and out of sleep. My wolf was finally calm, satisfied that our mate had been thoroughly claimed.