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Lucerys should not room with an alpha. He most definitely shouldn't obscure this fact from his family. But he dreads the worried look from his mother, the inevitable goading from Daemon, the leash tightening again after today's easier breathing. University is his opportunity to wriggle out from under their thumb. Admittedly, Dalton Greyjoy intrigues him — all dark height and a roiling intensity of the eyes. Brushing his fingers over his neck, Lucerys shuts his eyes.
The alpha smelled like sea salt and oud. Though Lucerys can't imagine his father and grandfather placing their trust in a base man, Dalton is brazen. Lucerys as the omega heir to the House of Velaryon is a far-off prize to most alphas; most would not risk igniting the ire of Targaryen House by looking at him wrong, much less touching him.
Yet Dalton stepped right into Lucerys until their fronts brushed. Holding his gaze, he slid his hand down Lucerys' collar against his nape. His hand was callused and large, the cold rings contrasting against his warm skin. He dipped down and inhaled lengthily at his scent gland.
"You smell sweet," he murmured. He drew back again, and just like that, he strolled back out of their door.
So while wisdom asserts that Lucerys should not risk reputation and share living space with an alpha upperclassman, he presses his palm against his nose anyways and tries to scent traces of sea and perfume. A tremor running down his spine, he decides a little risk will be exhilarating.
One week later…
Dalton only comes home to sleep, and he hardly slumbers. He returns at odd hours and exits before daybreak, leaving whispers of himself in their room: his maddening scent, the crumpled sheets, and a still warm indentation on the bed.
In a moment of weakness, Lucerys lays his palm against the sheets and soaks in the alpha's lingering warmth. He tries not to dwell frequently on his roommate.
Lucerys settles into a university routine, relieved. His classes interest him, and his family can no longer scrutinize his every movement. The trouble is learning how to live without the staff he's grown accustomed to. So it's only his luck that during one such endeavor, his roommate saunters into the empty laundry room.
"Tell me what you think you're doing." Dalton's voice cuts over from the entrance.
Lucerys spins towards him.
Dalton fills the doorway, his ringed hand skating along the frame. His lips curve upwards, and he smells intensely of every lingering hint from their room.
The force of it warms Lucerys' face unhelpfully. He clears his throat. "Well, it's a pleasure to see you for the second time after— oh, I don't know, a week of disappearances?"
Dalton strides up to Lucerys and pulls him back from the machine by his shoulder.
His grip tingles down Lucerys' skin. He blinks. "What're you doing?"
Dalton scans the open machine and Lucerys' clothes inside.
His underthings sit atop the heap, and his scent is all over them. He starts to shut the machine door, flustered by the casual touch and the intimacy of unwashed clothes.
Dalton turns back, his smile sly.
Lucerys begins, "Whatever you're going to say—"
Dalton snorts. "Did you think you didn't need detergent or that the machine spun it from thin air? I guess a boy like you would think that."
Lucerys blushes darker. "I haven't used a laundry machine before."
"Obviously." Dalton grins and squeezes his shoulder. "Borrow mine."
The phantom of Dalton's hand on his shoulder, Lucerys watches his broad back exit the room. His face burns from the embarrassment. He debates on fleeing the room, but he needs to wash his clothes and they live together anyways.
A few minutes later, Dalton returns with the jug of detergent, blue splattered onto its side. Dalton says nothing as he pours the detergent into the drawer, flourishing his hand out mockingly before he leaves.
Lucerys does not think about his roommate again that night. He does not think about how strong Dalton's scent must be on his dirty wash. He certainly does not rub his shoulder and imagine Dalton dragging him back like a ragdoll and pressing his warm mouth to his neck.
One week later…
Lucerys wakes to a large hand skating down his back. Sweat soaks his bedsheets, a sickly sweet scent drenching the room. Blearily, he recognizes it as his own. Shit, he thinks deliriously. I must be in heat.
He shudders, trying to crane his neck back towards the hand's owner. Who's daring enough to touch him? Everything feels so warm.
Just behind him, Dalton's blue eyes are luminous in the dark. He sits on Lucerys' bed without a shirt, his bare arms corded with hard muscle. A golden kraken pendant gleams atop his inked chest. He coos, "So the little prince wakes."
Lucerys blinks, owlish. Warning bells toll in his head. An alpha he barely knows should not be petting his back in his bed. And he's in heat. He should not be in heat. Dalton smells like dark wood and spice; he smells like temptation. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lucerys tries to think. The college must have heat rooms. He can deal with this there.
Dalton slips his hand under Lucerys' shirt and splays his palm against his chest. His thumb brushes torturously over his right nipple.
His chest tingling, Lucerys shoves Dalton away and surges up. He needs to leave before it's too late. What would his family say?
Lightning-quick, Dalton pins Lucerys' wrists against the bed. He leans in, suddenly too close, and smiles wolfishly. "Where do you think you're going?" He presses his cheek to Lucerys', murmuring in his ear, "You are a pretty thing. Bet your cunt will be, too."
"Stop it. It's not funny." Lucerys struggles against Dalton's grip. He grows wet under his words even as panic squeezes its fingers into his throat. He knows his pheromones are sweet, but Dalton wouldn't do this. He wouldn't do this. Right?
Dalton licks Lucerys' gland, inhaling along it. His voice sounds rough. "I've smelled you on everything for weeks. And do you know what I came back to the other day? My room stinking of omega slick." He purrs and tightens his grip on Lucerys' wrists, "Thinking of me while you finger yourself open, hm?" His dangling necklace feels cold through Lucerys' thin shirt.
Flushing, Lucerys says nothing. He thought he opened the windows and aired the room out before Dalton returned. He could never confess to fantasizing about Dalton's strong hands on his body, pinning him down just like this—
No. What in all hells is he thinking?
Dalton reaches down and strips Lucerys from the waist down. He tosses his clothes onto the floor.
Lucerys struggles under Dalton. He hisses, "You can't do this. I'm telling you to stop—"
Dalton slips a hand between Lucerys' legs. Callused fingertips push between his pussy lips and trail over his clit. "Then why is your cunt wet, Luce?"
Lucerys jolts, his blush darkening. No one has ever touched him intimately before. It's not as if he lacked opportunities, but it always felt like more trouble than it was worth, and no alpha made him feel this damn warm and desperate.
Dalton runs his hands up Lucerys' thighs and stares hungrily at his cunt. He looks up, running his pierced tongue over his teeth. "And look at that: you do have a pretty pussy."
Trembling, Lucerys says, "Stop. You can't do this. You really can't." In his heat state, he can't fight Dalton off. The alpha is a head taller and so much broader, their two years' difference amounting to a vast chasm of muscle and inked skin. Lucerys is suddenly confusingly wetter.
Dalton kneads his thighs. "Shhh. What will your parents say when you tell them you've been living with me for weeks?" He breathes warmth across Lucerys' pussy, his pupils blown out. "I just know you're going to squeeze me just right."
Lucerys whimpers and leaks more at Dalton's implication. He cannot be ruined like this. He cannot let an alpha lay claim to his body. He begs, "Please. I've never…"
Dalton kisses his flushed, dripping cunt lightly and smirks. "Saved yourself for me then? Good boy. No wonder you're drenching the sheets."
Lucerys' head feels light. His thighs flex in Dalton's big hands, and he grips the sheets below him. Dalton's lips feel divine against his heated core. Would it be so terrible to let Dalton mouth against him?
Dalton licks between his folds. His tongue piercing is cool and hard, interrupting the flat warm stroke in a way that has Lucerys squirming.
He moans helplessly. He's never felt anything like Dalton's tongue against his cunt before.
Digging his nails into Lucerys' thighs, Dalton flicks his tongue over his clit. He groans against him, "You're so damn sweet." He kisses his cunt sloppily and plunges his tongue inside him.
Lucerys arches off the bed, whimpering in shock. His whole body lights up, and he pleads breathlessly, "Wait, it feels odd—"
Dalton begins to fuck him with his tongue. The heated muscle darts in and out of Lucerys' hole, his hard nose rubbing against his throbbing clit.
Heat rips through Lucerys' arteries. He whimpers and squirts across the bridge of Dalton's nose, kicking weakly in his grasp.
Dalton pulls back. His smile wicked, he says, "Dirty omega. You squirted all over me."
Panicking, Lucerys kicks him.
Dalton grunts. His expression shuttering, he slinks up the bed. He grabs under Lucerys' knees and folds him into a mating press with ease. His jaw rolling back, he soaks in Lucerys' body at his mercy.
Lucerys blushes and wriggles uselessly. His empty hole flutters between his folded legs, oozing more slick to entice the alpha. Nerves have him clenching down around air. He shouldn't have kicked Dalton. Will he push his cock into him now?
But Dalton raises his hand and slaps his pussy. It sounds obscenely wet.
Lucerys mewls. Shame pulsing through his throbbing cunt, he fights against the hold.
Dalton slaps his cunt again and rubs his palm cruelly against the tender folds. He murmurs, "Still playing hard to get? If you ask nicely, I won't have to hit you again."
Lucerys shakes his head, teary-eyed.
Dalton brings his hand down sharply on Lucerys' clit.
Yelping, Lucerys feels his vision blur. He wills back his tears.
Dalton rubs his cunt. He spanks him again.
Lucerys sobs at the fourth blow. His pussy feels overheated and tender, the soft lips swelling under the abuse, slick still flowing humiliatingly from his empty hole. He wishes Dalton would breed and knot him.
"Please," he blubbers. "Please."
"Please what?" Dalton thumbs over his cunt lips, pulling them open to reveal his hot, wet hole.
He whimpers, "Please."
Dalton traces the seam of Lucerys' cunt, gathering his wetness and smearing it over his little clit. His lips curve up. "Use your words, Luce."
Lucerys whispers, "Your cock. I need it."
His pheromones swallowing Lucerys, Dalton shoves down his pants and reveals his hard cock. He crawls over him. His necklace hangs between them as he slides his hand between Lucerys' legs and pushes two fingers into his untouched hole. "Beg nicely then."
Lucerys squeezes around Dalton's rough fingers, reddening and looking aside in shame.
Dalton strokes inside him.
He rocks his hips against Dalton's hand. He keens softly.
"I won't fuck you until you beg for it," Dalton says.
Fat tears clinging to his lashes, Lucerys spread his legs and whispers, "Please fuck me. Please. It hurts."
Dalton palms over Lucerys' pussy. "Good boy. There it is. I'm going to enjoy ruining you, sweetheart." He lines his cock up and pushes his head between his cunt folds, rutting his cock up and down the slick warm flesh.
Lucerys whines at the teasing. Dalton feels big against him. He doesn't know if he can take it, but his hole feels so horribly empty. He pleads, "Hurry."
Dalton growls, pressing his cock into him.
It burns. Lucerys' hole tightens up around the huge tip. His throat tightening, he shakes his head and cries, "You're too big. Slow down, please—"
Dalton strokes his belly, fucking steadily into him. "Hush, Luce. You can take it. Your cunt was made for me." He pins Lucerys' legs at his sides and forces himself further in. "Look. You're soaking wet. You're swallowing my cock like a whore."
Lucerys hiccups, tears streaming down his cheeks, gushing slick around the alpha's cock. Held down, he can do nothing but take what he's given.
Dalton bottoms out at the hilt. Pushing Lucerys' sleep shirt up, he circles his thumbs over Lucerys' nipples. "Good boy. See? You took it all. Made just for me, sweetheart."
Lucerys throbs around Dalton's cock. He feels impossibly full.
Dalton leans in, his blue eyes glinting, his necklace brushing Lucerys' naked chest. Reaching between them, he rubs his thumb deftly over Lucerys' fat clit. He presses it into his pubic bone, and his thumb becomes a blur.
Lucerys curves up into Dalton, moaning in shock. His clit pulses under Dalton's thumb. He scrabbles at his back.
"So slutty." Dalton nips at his earlobe. He rubs his clit harder. "I can feel your little pussy clinging to my cock. Does it feel good, baby? Going to come on my cock before I even fuck you?"
Lucerys gasps, wriggling on Dalton's cock, trying to buck into and away from the stimulation all at once. His clit throbbing, he bites his lip and flushes. His cunt walls milk Dalton's cock for his knot. Heat rushes through his face. He feels close.
Dalton slides his cock slowly out. Flicking his thumb over his clit, he slams his hips forward and fucks him deep.
Babbling at the feeling of being fucked for the first time, Lucerys squeezes hard around Dalton's cock. Pleasure condenses in a hot fist behind his clit. He tilts his hips up and begs, "Please, please, please."
Dalton cups Lucerys' face, brushing his waves back. He kisses the mole under his eye and still stroking his little clit, he begins to fuck him, slow and deliberate, dragging along his sweet spot with each stroke.
Lucerys moans softly. He trembles and climaxes around Dalton's cock, his thoughts scrambling within the bliss. He digs his fingers into Dalton's shoulders and cries as Dalton continues to fuck him.
Dalton pounds his pussy at a relentless speed. His brows knit, pleasure rippling through his rugged features. His necklace swings between them, the ink on his body moving with his flowing musculature. Each thrust slams into Lucerys' sweet spot with a deadly precision, and Dalton stares hard into his face.
Lucerys releases little moans, tears trickling down the sides of his face. He holds onto Dalton's neck and feels the pleasure building sharply in his core.
Without warning, Dalton flips Lucerys over. He pulls his hips into the air and fucks back into him, deeper than before. Growling, he holds him down by his neck.
His face pressed into the sheets, Lucerys arches his back and meets Dalton's thrusts. His pussy throbs around his cock. He cannot breathe deeply, and the lack of air makes everything feel more intense.
Dalton's knot starts to inflate. He drapes himself over Lucerys' back and bites his shoulder hard, moaning lowly. "I'm going to breed you, Luce. Make your womb mine."
Lucerys sobs, canting his hips back. He drools into the sheets and presents obediently for Dalton's knot. He needs to be bred and knotted.
Dalton groans and spills up against his womb. His cum floods Lucerys' cunt, gushing out around his inflating knot.
Lucerys' knees give out. He comes again as Dalton breeds him.
Dalton holds him up around his middle, kissing the shoulder bite. He thrusts lazily in and out of Lucerys' messy pussy before his knot locks them in place. Carefully, he lowers Lucerys onto his side until he's holding him from behind and kissing his nape. "Good boy. You took my knot well."
Lucerys moans, his cunt fluttering around the huge knot. Despite the overwhelming stretch, the knotting calms his omega instincts until he's curling into Dalton's warm, muscular chest and relaxing completely.
Dalton rubs his belly and rests his chin atop his head. He whispers, "Now, go to sleep. I'll breed you again when the next wave hits."
Obediently, Lucerys closes his eyes.