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Eddie thought he knew the meaning of the word insatiable. He was a teenage boy—a teenage alpha—not that long ago, suffering through raging hormones, awkward boners and more awkward knots, jerking off until his dick was raw even when he wasn’t in rut.
But that was nothing compared to Steve. Steve has a hunger, this pulsating need inside him to be filled. To be bred.
Sex ed and movies and romance novels had led Eddie to believe omegas weren’t as horny as alphas. They had more control, wanted to be intimate maybe a couple times a week, would need coaxing to do anything beyond gentle lovemaking outside their heats.
Eddie’s pretty sure he never encountered true need—real desperation—until he and Steve got together. At first he chalked it up to being in the honeymoon phase. To the omega laying it on thick while they were courting. But that need, Steve’s bone-deep desire—hot and wet whenever they’re alone—has only gotten stronger since they mated in the fall.
On the days Steve works late he comes home, strips down to nothing and sniffs Eddie out, grabbing his hand to hold between his thighs, so he can feel how wet and open he is before reaching for Eddie’s belt buckle. Whispers, “Need you, alpha,” between nips and kisses along Eddie’s jaw and down his neck. “Need your knot.”
And Eddie will moan, “Okay, Baby, whatever you say,” as he’s pushed back, Steve expertly getting him out of his pants, and sinking down, relief on his face as he purrs. His eyes flutter closed, most comfortable with Eddie inside him; it’s the way he falls asleep more nights than not. “We’re gonna have to get up to eat. Eventually,” he adds as Steve traces patterns up and down his arms.
“I know,” Steve whispers, sleepy and small. He’s got what he wants, no other worries until Eddie’s knot goes down.
Then on the days Eddie works late, Steve pounces on him as soon as he steps through the door, wearing one of Eddie’s old band tees and nothing else. He’s had the time alone to work himself up, just pushing down Eddie’s jeans enough to free his cock, dropping to his knees to use his mouth on him. To get him hard in record time before laying back and spreading his legs to show off his throbbing pussy.
Eddie’s an alpha, his mate as good as offering himself on a silver platter as he mewls, “Come on, Eds, give me a pup. Knot me ‘til it takes,” so he dives in, thrusting hard and fast until he comes with a grunt. “That’s it,” Steve murmurs, stroking his back, “Give it all to me. Fill me up.”
It does finally take that summer, during Steve’s heat. For once Eddie comes home to a fully dressed mate, positive pregnancy test in hand as he tackles him at the door. They have a quiet night at home, going over plans and sharing daydreams, making tender love as Eddie cups Steve’s flat stomach.
Now Steve’s got what he wants—a pup growing inside him—surely the intense need to be filled will recede and dissipate. Eddie will come home to his mate, broody in his nest, and cuddle him, massage his aching feet, comfort him with his scent. That’s what all the pregnancy books say.
But Steve still has needs. Still loves being full of his alpha.
Eddie thought he knew the meaning of the word insatiable.