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The silence of the house had always been Jude's favorite refuge. It was there that he could slow down his mind after the exhausting routine of training, transcontinental travel, and the relentless pressure of the spotlight and the pitch.
That early summer afternoon, however, the silence seemed almost unbearable. Instead of welcoming him, it transformed the house into a huge echo chamber, returning every sound of his own body with frightening clarity. The dry cracking of joints echoed through the rooms, his heart pounded against his ribs at an accelerated pace, and his slow, labored breathing seemed too loud.
Erling had left a little over an hour ago. A quick, necessary trip to the organic market to stock the fridge with the specific cuts of red meat that the alpha devoured to maintain his muscle mass, and the Greek yogurts that Jude liked to mix with honey. ”I'll be back in a flash, sunshine,” the Norwegian had said in that soft, deep voice of a gentle giant, planting a long, cozy, and audible kiss right on the top of Jude's head before grabbing his keys and leaving.
The scent of his pheromones still lingered like an invisible mist in the entrance hall, imbued with the comforting signature of pine and cedar beneath the coolness of the snow, contrasted by the subtle, electric, and purely alpha warmth of musk. But now it was dissipating, growing cooler with each passing minute.
And that was exactly the warmth Jude needed now. Desperately. With an urgency that was beginning to gnaw at his insides with anxiety.
For about three or four days, an uncomfortable, viscous lethargy had been creeping under his skin, as if the blood were flowing more slowly through his veins. Jude stubbornly ignored this biological warning with the characteristic obstinacy of an elite athlete, convinced that it was nothing more than the accumulated fatigue from the end of the European season.
First came the headache, a persistent numbness marked by a throbbing behind his eyes that came and went throughout the day. Then a strange, almost painful sensitivity spread through the roots of his dark curls, making even the simplest touch unpleasant. Yet, nothing bothered him as much as the silent war waged by the molecules of his own body. One instant, a sudden chill made him put on a thick sweatshirt, and the next, the heat became suffocating, forcing him to hastily rip it off, irritated by the sweat that began to break out at the curve of his waist.
Jude and Erling had been dating for almost six months, living together for three, and, during all that time, Jude's biological reproductive cycle had remained mysteriously dormant, frozen in limbo.
The club's doctors and endocrinologists had been specific in their explanation: extreme psychological stress, the high-intensity training routine, and the very low percentage of body fat sometimes completely suppressed the heat cycles of the few omega athletes who competed at the top of world football.
In fact, precisely because of this suppression and the temporary immaturity of Jude's reproductive system, there was a strict medical recommendation that the couple avoid penetrative sex with the risk of knotting formation. The specialists wanted to wait for Jude's body to stabilize and for his hormones to reach a safe level to avoid muscle injuries in the pelvic region or even greater physical stress.
Erling, demonstrating all the patience and respect that made Jude fall more in love with him each day, accepted the restriction without a single second of hesitation. They had learned to love each other through caresses, desperate kisses, blowjobs, and entire nights sleeping cuddled together. And Jude almost believed he was immune to the whims of his own nature.
At least until now.
Bored, sitting on the gray linen sofa in the living room, Jude felt the first real wave of fever crash down on his back. It wasn't ordinary malaise, it wasn't tiredness. It began with a sharp shiver, a chilling sting that shot up his spine, raising the fine hairs on his arms and neck, followed immediately by a hot, deep, insistent, and liquid throbbing in his lower abdomen. It was his body, finally, waking up by force.
“Damn… please, not now…” he whispered softly to the vastness of the empty room, but his own voice sounded strange to his ears — more drawn out and hissing, carried by a puff of hot air that burned in his throat.
He tried to stand up, to activate the muscle memory that made him run miles across the field, but now his legs felt too heavy and his knee joints offered no support.
Persistent, when he finally managed to plant his bare feet on the wooden floor, gravity seemed to pull him down with twice the force. The air in the room, previously cool and purified by the air conditioning system, suddenly felt thick, dense, and difficult to draw into his lungs. Each breath brought a tingling sensation and a sweet, metallic taste to the tip of his tongue.
A feverish heat began to radiate from within, concentrating behind his knees, in the palms of his hands, and especially in the sensitive curve of his neck, where his pheromone glands were located. Jude brought his trembling, sweat-damp fingers to that spot, just below his jawline. It was burning. The stretched skin pulsed desperately in rhythm with his racing heart.
The warm, enveloping aroma began to escape from his pores, spreading through the room with an almost suffocating intensity. Notes of amber and sandalwood mingled with the citrusy freshness of fresh oranges, sustained by a discreet touch of vanilla that softened the strength of the pheromones without managing to contain it. It was the scent of an omega in its purest state. Without chemical suppressants, without the odor of freshly cut grass, sweat, or the fatigue that football left on his skin to mask it. It had remained dormant for months, compressed in the depths of his being, only to now emerge in a solitary moment.
A gust of wind outside swayed the silk curtains of the window, and the rustling of the fabric made Jude sit up again and shrink back on the sofa, instinctively covering his ears. He felt terribly vulnerable. Exposed and alone. And he needed a safe place, where the world couldn't touch him.
Dragging his feet across the plush carpet, Jude began to climb the stairs toward the couple's bedroom. Each wooden step was an exhausting battle against the dark dizziness that flickered inside his eyes. His skin craved touch, but not just any touch — even the texture of his own thin shorts felt too rough, irritating, and abrasive against his thighs, which were beginning to sweat and rub against each other.
As he pushed open the door to the master bedroom, Erling's lingering scent hit him quickly. It was more concentrated there, ingrained in the Egyptian cotton sheets and pillows, but even so, Jude's inner wolf whimpered. It wasn't enough. The room was so cold, and he needed the alpha's physical presence.
With clumsy haste and trembling hands, Jude opened the closet doors, knocking hangers to the floor until he found what his olfactory memory demanded: Erling's oldest and heaviest workout sweatshirts, the ones the Norwegian insisted on not sending to the laundry because ”they were softened and comfortable”, and two gray cotton shirts that the alpha had worn the night before.
Jude pulled that mound of fabric up to his chest, burying his face forcefully in the seams. The scent of pine, clean sweat, and Erling's testosterone hit his senses like a medicinal balm, freezing the violent trembling of his hands for a mere two seconds, but then igniting an even more desperate hunger in his lower abdomen.
He threw Erling's clothes in the exact center of the double bed, obsessively circling them with the heaviest comforters and extra pillows, trying to create a circular wall of protection while his body began the painful transition to heat.
A stronger, involuntary, and frighteningly wet spasm in his hip caused him to fall to his knees on the mattress, arching his back at a tense angle. His pupils were completely dilated, swallowing the brown of his eyes, and his vision was blurred by tears of frustration, heat, and desire that stubbornly trickled down his flushed cheeks. The underwear he wore beneath his shorts began to tighten around the growing erection, becoming unbearable. The moisture of the omega's natural lubrication was manifesting for the first time in his adult life, flowing hot and thick between his legs, leaving him feverish with an intoxicating mixture of shame, shock, and pure need.
Weakened, he curled up in the exact center of that makeshift nest made from his boyfriend's clothes, pulling the collar of one of Erling's shirts to completely cover his neck and the inflamed gland, trying to literally drown in the scent of his alpha.
The digital clock on the bedside table marked the passing minutes in shades of red, but Jude no longer had any sense of linear time. The universe had shrunk to a shapeless mass of internal heat, a painful need to be touched, and the instinctive, almost childlike fear of going through that transformation without the embrace of his partner's strong arms.
“Erling…” His boyfriend’s name escaped like a broken breath through his teeth, a muffled whimper against the gray cotton of the shirt he was holding.
Jude dug his short fingernails into the comforter, his fingers trembling so violently that the tendons in his hands bulged beneath his skin. Each second felt like an eternity stretched out by the fever, and he focused all his hearing, desperately waiting, amidst his own delirium, for the sound of the front door opening.
And miraculously, the answer came the next second.
The sharp beep and metallic click of the electronic lock echoed downstairs, immediately followed by the dull thud of paper bags being carelessly dumped on the kitchen counter. One of them tipped over, and the sound of some oranges rolling across the counter was audible, but no one bothered to pick them up.
Erling didn't even stop to take off his shoes in the hallway, breaking the golden rule that Jude insisted on maintaining to preserve the cleanliness of the light-colored carpets. The alpha needed no warning. In the millisecond he crossed the threshold of the house, the air around him changed.
The atmosphere no longer held the sharp freshness of pine, cedar, and rain that the Norwegian carried with him upon returning from the street. Now, a warm, dense, and enveloping aroma filled every inch of the room, imbued with despair. Notes of amber and sandalwood stood out, softened by a discreet touch of vanilla. The combination hit Erling like a dry punch to the stomach, awakening his instincts long before his mind could comprehend what was happening.
The wolf sleeping inside the nearly two-meter-tall giant awoke with a violent snap. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end, while every muscle in his back tensed, putting his entire body on high alert.
"Jude?" Erling's voice broke the silence of the staircase, much deeper, hoarser, and heavier than usual.
He didn't wait for a verbal response. He simply climbed the stairs two at a time. His heavy steps made the house's structure vibrate slightly, guided solely by the invisible, intoxicating trail that floated through the corridors. The closer he got to the master bedroom, the thicker the smell became, almost palpable at the back of his throat, but now it was mixed with the salty trace of feverish sweat and a sour note that betrayed anguish and pain. Jude was suffering.
Erling pushed the bedroom door open with a force held back at the last second, trying not to startle his partner, but the scene before his blue eyes froze his breath.
The king-size bed was a mess of despair. Sheets were rumpled, pillows piled high, and almost every shirt and sweatshirt Erling owned had been dragged onto it. And, in the middle of that chaotic nest, curled up in a fetal position, was Jude.
The Englishman's sweatshirt was pulled up to his elbows, exposing the golden caramel skin of his back, which glistened in the dim afternoon light with a thin film of feverish sweat. He hugged one of Erling's gray T-shirts to his chest so tightly that the joints of his fingers were completely white, without circulation.
"Sunshine..." Erling whispered. The affectionate nickname came out almost inaudibly, enveloped in a softness that seemed to embrace even before it touched the ears, the instinctive call of an alpha trying to guide his lovable omega back to calm.
At the sound of that specific voice, Jude's body trembled. The effort to move was slow, visibly painful. When he lifted his head from the pillows, Erling's heart tightened with a poignant knot in his chest.
Jude's beautiful brown eyes, normally so expressive and bright, were completely clouded, his pupils dilated to the point of almost swallowing his entire iris. His cheeks displayed a violent red flush, contrasting with the salty trail of tears that had dried on the sides of his face.
"Erly..." The sweet call escaped in a broken whisper, a needy lament that shattered what little rationality the Norwegian was still trying to preserve.
Jude reached out one trembling hand toward his boyfriend, his fingers opening and closing in the empty space between them, begging for the anchor of that touch.
"You took too long... Everything inside is burning, Erly... it hurts so much."
Haaland lightly removed his sneakers using his own feet in rough movements, kicking them to the corner of the room. He crossed the distance to the bed with quick, but surprisingly soft steps, climbing onto the mattress very carefully so as not to disturb the structure of clothes that Jude had constructed in his moment of solitude.
The instant Erling's massive presence and natural body heat drew closer, Jude's resistance completely crumbled. The omega practically threw himself against the alpha's chest.
The awkward impact caused them both to fall sideways, sinking into the middle of the makeshift nest. Jude buried his face directly in the hollow of Erling's neck, at the exact point where the Norwegian's pulse was strongest. He inhaled the pure scent of cedar and testosterone straight from the source, letting out a long, trembling sigh that seemed to release, all at once, half the painful tension that had accumulated in his shoulders.
“Shh, I’m here. Sorry for the delay, baby…” Erling murmured against Jude’s short, dark curls, his huge, heavy arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him tightly against his own body. “I’m here with you.”
Jude's skin was unbelievably hot, emanating waves of feverish heat that easily penetrated the fabric of Erling's shirt. Driven by a purely instinctive impulse to mark and seek relief, Jude began rubbing his face and neck against his boyfriend's chest, trying to transfer his scent and, at the same time, soothe the unbearable, throbbing itching in his own pheromone glands.
He was emitting small, high-pitched, whiny hissing sounds from deep in his throat, while his long legs desperately entwined with Erling's, seeking any kind of friction or pressure that could calm the fire that had begun to spread through his lower abdomen.
Erling buried one of his large hands in Jude's short, damp hair, gently pulling it back to push it away from his neck.
Jude's scent gland was swollen, throbbing slightly and glowing with excess pheromones. Without thinking, the Norwegian brought his rosy lips close, leaving a lingering, wet kiss on the feverish skin, followed by a gentle lick.
Jude arched his back instantly at the contact, a sharp, needy moan escaping his lips. The alpha's saliva acted as a temporary anesthetic on his hypersensitive skin, but it ignited an even greater fire between his legs, which contracted in a wet, sharp spasm.
“Erling, please…” Bellingham whimpered, his eyes pleading for something he’d gone months without needing, but which now controlled every fiber of his being. His hands slid down to the hem of his boyfriend’s shirt, trying to pull it up. “I want… I need you. Now.”
Erling took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind clear as the scent of fresh oranges intoxicated him, causing his own penis to begin to stiffen. He held Jude's trembling hands, pressing their palms together and placing a soft kiss on his burning forehead.
“Calm down, sunshine. We need to stay calm,” Haaland whispered against his full lips, brushing the tip of his nose against his before capturing his mouth in a deep, slow, possessive kiss.
Erling's mouth was warm, immense, and tasted of possession. He wasn't just kissing Jude… he was claiming him, using his tongue to map every corner of the omega's mouth, muffling the coy moans he insisted on letting out against his lips.
Jude tugged at the blond strands of hair at the nape of Erling's neck with trembling fingers, wanting more. Wanting the alpha to swallow him whole to make that fever go away.
When Erling finally pulled away, breathless, a thread of saliva connected their mouths for a second before breaking. Jude blinked heavily, his breath so shallow that his chest rose and fell frantically.
“Erling… take it off… please,” Jude pleaded, his voice fading into a drawn-out whisper as he pushed his own sweatshirt up.
The Norwegian didn't wait. With agility, he helped Bellingham remove his heavy coat and shirt, leaving his torso exposed to the cool air of the room. The dim afternoon light glided over the Englishman's golden skin, but Erling barely noticed it. His clear eyes were drawn to the sweat glistening on his chest and the flush spreading across his stomach, clear signs that Jude's body could no longer hide how much it needed relief.
Erling ripped off his own clothes with quick, rough movements, discarding his shirt and trousers until he was left only in his underwear. The moment his bare chest touched Jude's, the omega let out a sensitive sigh, almost a purr, pressing himself against the alpha's slightly cooler skin. It was the perfect fit. The texture of Erling's firm muscles against Jude's feverish softness seemed to calm the Englishman's tremors, but the relief was short-lived.
A new, more intense and profound cramp tore through Jude's lower abdomen. He arched his back, digging his nails into Erling's broad shoulders, while his thighs contracted involuntarily.
“It hurts… Erly, I’m ready,” Jude confessed in a whimper of pure vulnerability, hiding his flushed face in his boyfriend’s neck.
He could feel his own wetness… that natural lubrication that the omega's body produced to prepare the way for the alpha, soaking the fabric of his underwear and making everything slippery, hot, and uncomfortable. The scent of vanilla grew even stronger, almost acidic with need.
Haaland growled softly, a vibrant sound that reverberated directly in Jude's chest. The alpha within him was on edge. The scent of the aroused, ready omega was intoxicating him completely.
With one large hand, he slid down Jude's hip, pulling the fabric of his shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, freeing the player's long legs from any obstruction.
When Erling's calloused, firm hand landed lightly on the inside of Bellingham's Herculean thigh, the Englishman trembled completely, immediately opening his legs in a silent and desperate invitation.
“Let me take care of you, sunshine,” Erling whispered, his husky voice close to Jude’s ear, as his fingers slowly traced a path up the warm skin, drawing closer to the center of all that heat.
Erling's fingers finally touched Jude's anus, and the omega let out a loud, sharp moan that was muffled against the Norwegian's shoulder. The soft skin there was slippery, completely bathed in the thick, excessively sweet natural fluid of his heat. The initial touch, even though light, was an electric shock to Jude's body, which spasmed in response, trapping Erling's hip between his thighs.
“You’re so wet…” Erling murmured, his voice hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
He slid two fingers along the moist cleft, gently pressing against the tight entrance. The heat emanating from within was unbelievable. Patiently, the alpha pressed the first phalanx inside, feeling Jude's inner walls immediately contract around the intruder, sucking it in with a hungry force.
Jude threw his head back on the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed from the corners. His hands moved up to Erling's shoulders, squeezing the firm muscles hard enough to leave red marks.
“Hmm… m-move, Erly… please, move,” Jude pleaded, his hips rising from the mattress in an instinctive impulse to seek more depth. The feeling of emptiness inside him was physical torture.
He needed to be filled. He needed that friction to end the feverish itching that seemed to burn to his very bones.
Erling complied with the request. He began to move his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, stretching Jude's inner walls, preparing him. With each short thrust, the wet, sinful sound of natural lubrication echoed in the stuffy room, mingling with their heavy breathing. The Norwegian leaned forward, using his lips to trace a trail of wet kisses along Jude's collarbone, up his neck, until he lightly bit his earlobe.
"Breathe, sunshine. Look at me," Erling commanded softly.
Jude opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision blurred by tears, sweat, and the growing pleasure.
Looking at Erling in that state was almost devastating… his face was hard, his jaw clenched from the effort of controlling himself, and his blue eyes seemed to gleam with a predatory intensity, completely dominated by the alpha within him.
Erling added a third finger, expanding the omega a little more, and Jude let out a breathless sob, his whole body trembling. The lubrication continued to drip, staining the sheets beneath him.
“I can’t take it anymore… Erling, you… I want you,” Jude whimpered, his voice faltering as he spread his legs even wider, abandoning any shyness and surrendering completely to his alpha.
He could feel the pressure of Erling's rigid penis against his thigh, huge and throbbing, and the urge to have it inside him grew even stronger.
Haaland swallowed hard, feeling his own cock begin to throb, so hard it hurt. He slowly withdrew his fingers, making Jude whine softly, and then positioned himself between his trembling thighs.
Holding Jude's hips with both large hands, pinning him against the mattress, Erling pressed the pink tip of his erect penis against the omega's buttocks. Jude's warmth and moisture instantly welcomed him.
“It’s going to hurt a little at first, my love, but it’ll pass. Just relax for me…” Erling pleaded, leaning in to press his lips to Jude’s in a deep kiss, trying to distract him before thrusting his hips forward, initiating the actual penetration.
The initial pressure was painful. Erling pushed his hips in with calculated slowness, but the width of his anatomy met the resistance of Jude's hole, which, despite being completely lubricated and soft from his heat, had never been tested so deeply.
Jude broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his whole body tensing like a violin string under the Norwegian's weight and size. His dark eyes widened, fixing on the bedroom ceiling as his hands desperately climbed to Erling's chest, pushing him gently in a purely instinctive reflex of self-preservation.
“E-Erling… wait, it’s too much…” Jude cried, the words cut off by a gust of hot air. The feeling of being filled was so extreme it seemed to tear apart his perception of space. He felt every millimeter of the alpha’s skin expanding inside him, forcing the walls to give way.
“Shh… relax, sunshine. I’m stopping. Look at me, breathe with me,” Erling pleaded, his voice even deeper, vibrating against Jude’s bare chest.
He froze his hips in place, keeping himself only half-inserted, though every fiber of his alpha begged to sink in all at once, to the very end.
Sweat trickled down Haaland's forehead, dripping onto Jude's collarbone. The Norwegian closed his eyes for two seconds, clenching his jaw tightly to restrain his own penis, which throbbed dangerously. Patiently, he began to caress the sides of the omega's hips, running his thumbs up his ribs, distributing warm, soft kisses across his cheeks and moist eyelids.
Jude tried to focus on his boyfriend's breathing. The clean, fresh scent of pine and snow, and the warm breath of Erling on his face, gradually calmed his omega's panic. Slowly, the sharp pain began to transform into an incredibly warm and pleasurable pressure. His soft interior, recognizing the alpha he loved, began to mold around him, relaxing and drawing Erling closer.
“That’s it… that’s right, my dear. You’re doing so well,” Erling praised, sensing the change in Jude’s tension.
Jude let out a long sigh, his hips collapsing against the mattress. He dug his nails into Erling's back, pulling him down.
"You can... you can start. Everything, Erly. Please."
With the approval, Erling didn't hesitate. He slid the rest of his penis inside in a single, firm, continuous movement. Their hips collided with a muffled, wet sound. Jude threw his head back, letting out a long, sharp moan that reverberated off the walls of the room. He was completely filled. There was no more space, no more emptiness. Only Erling, occupying every inch of his hole, burning along with him.
Haaland waited a few more seconds, buried deep, letting Jude's body adjust to the fullness of his presence. When the omega began to move his hips in small circles, searching for rhythm, Erling growled softly and began slow thrusts.
He didn't just want pleasure. He wanted to flood Jude with every drop of his existence, with every fragment of his silent devotion.
Erling slid his large hands beneath Jude's hips, lifting them slightly to adjust the angle, ensuring each thrust reached the omega's core. Jude let out a low sound and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the Norwegian's.
“Open your beautiful eyes…” Erling murmured, his voice velvety and hoarse. “Let me see you.”
Jude opened his eyes, gazing into the older man's deep blue gaze. The intimacy transcended the physical, for it was the look of two men seeing themselves reflected in each other's souls. Their passion was no longer an unbridled fire, but a constant warmth, a fusion that melted the barriers between their bodies.
Erling maintained a slow, almost hypnotic, back-and-forth motion. Each time he withdrew almost completely, Jude let out a whiny moan, a small protest, only to be filled again, deeper and more slowly. The friction was slow, felt in every inch of skin, sending shivers down the younger man's dark complexion.
Jude felt like he was floating. The fever of his heat was no longer torture, but an altered state of consciousness where only Erling's touch existed. He wrapped his arms around the alpha's neck, pulling him closer so that there was no distance between them. His lips sought Erling's with a restrained hunger, kisses that tasted of sweat, desire, and love.
“You are mine…” Erling whispered between kisses, his voice laden with a possessiveness that didn’t frighten, but rather welcomed Jude into a safe embrace.
“I am…” Jude replied, his voice weak but full of truth. “All yours, Erly.”
Erling felt Jude's inner walls tighten around him, a warm, pulsating embrace that seemed to try to hold him there forever. The alpha, unable to contain the overflowing emotion, began to distribute kisses along Jude's jawline, descending to his neck, and there, on the sensitive gland, he brushed his lips, leaving marks of hickeys and delicate kisses.
The penetration continued slowly. Each thrust was a whisper of love, a promise sealed in friction. Bellingham felt every part of himself being filled, as if Erling were, piece by piece, occupying all the empty spaces of his omega's months of solitude.
The passion between them was not mere lust. The way Erling's hands held his beloved's hip with immense reverence revealed how, for him, Jude was the only precious thing in the universe.
The omega began to sob softly, not from pain, but from ecstasy. He felt overflowing. As he arched against the alpha, his hips moving in sync with the Norwegian's, a slow wave of dopamine began to build right in the center of his belly.
Erling, feeling Jude's quickened pulse, kept the pace, treating his love with the gentleness reserved for the rarest treasures. Each kiss, each caress on the soft skin of his thigh, each look filled with desire was proof of their love. They weren't just completing a biological cycle… they were binding themselves to each other, creating a bond that the fever of heat was only beginning to outline, but which both their hearts already recognized as eternal.
The air between them was so thick it had almost become a physical extension of their bodies. The scent of oranges and pine merged into a single perfume, the definitive aroma of what they had become to each other.
Jude could barely keep his eyes open. Erling's slow, deep, and relentless pleasure had led him to a trance-like state where the edges of his own identity seemed to dissolve into the alpha's skin.
With each slow advance of Erling, Jude's inner walls pulsed, a rhythmic tightness that begged for something more than physical fulfillment. His omega, awakened from a months-long slumber, didn't just want relief from that fever. He wanted permanence. He wanted the seal that would scream to the world that he belonged to that alpha.
Bellingham slid his sweaty hands down Erling's muscular back until he reached the nape of his neck, pulling at the blond strands with a renewed urgency that broke the Norwegian's smooth rhythm. He tilted his head to the side, fully exposing the left side of his golden neck, where the scent gland throbbed, glistening with sweat and pheromones.
“E-Erling…” the call came out like a desperate breath, the voice scratchy with the exhaustion of the delivery. “Mark me. Please, bite me now.”
Erling froze. His hips stopped in the center of Jude, keeping him completely filled, but his whole body tensed. The alpha's canine teeth, protruding and sharp from the heat of his rut, scraped against his own lower lip.
That was the plea every alpha longed to hear, the pinnacle of an omega's confidence, but the weight of that decision made Erling's rationality battle against the fog of instinct.
A brand was meant to last forever.
Erling sat up slightly on his arms, looking down. His blue eyes, previously clouded with desire, fixed seriously on Jude's handsome face. His hands rose to caress the Englishman's face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that insisted on running down his feverish cheeks.
“Sunshine…” Erling whispered, his voice trembling and rough. “Look at me. Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure of what you’re asking me?”
He needed to hear it. Not from the wolf driven mad by heat, but from Jude. From the man who shared his life, the jokes in the kitchen, and the weight of the world with him.
Jude opened his eyes. The fog of fever seemed to have dissipated for a millisecond, giving way to a clarity full of passion. He didn't hesitate. He didn't blink. His hands left Erling's nape to rest on the alpha's hands on his face, squeezing them with all the strength that remained in his trembling fingers.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, my love…” Jude said, his voice firm, though tears were still glistening in his eyes. “I don’t want to go through another cycle without you. I want your scent on me forever. Mark me, please. I am yours.”
A low growl of passion escaped Erling's chest. He could hold back no longer.
The alpha leaned forward, burying his face in the curve of the omega's neck. He licked the throbbing gland first, preparing the skin with his saliva, feeling Jude shudder all over beneath him and open his legs even wider, raising his hips in a final invitation.
The Norwegian opened his mouth, positioning his sharp teeth precisely over the most sensitive spot on Jude's skin. He resumed the rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, finally closing his teeth firmly and sinking them into the soft flesh.
The impact of the bite ripped a cry from Jude that mixed sharp pain and pleasure into a single sensation. His back arched so much that only his heels and the nape of his neck touched the mattress for an instant. His fingers dug in with blind force into Erling's shoulders, his nails scratching the alpha's skin while the world around him seemed to explode in sparks.
Erling kept his teeth firmly embedded in the soft flesh of Jude's neck. He didn't press to injure, but with just the right amount of force to break through the skin's barrier and allow his alpha pheromones to be injected directly into the omega's bloodstream.
The taste of metallic blood mixed with the sweet sweat of oranges flooded the Norwegian's mouth, making his inner wolf howl in triumph.
Jude couldn't bear all the sensations and feelings filling him, feeling his trembling body tingle from head to toe as the moist heat of ejaculation stained his own belly.
And there, inside, at the point where their bodies joined, Erling's penis began to swell rapidly.
Jude felt the instantaneous change. An even more extreme, almost impossible feeling of fullness expanded inside him as the knot formed perfectly within him, trapping them together.
Erling let out a low groan against Jude's bitten skin, intoxicated by the warm grip of that perfect body around his sensitive penis. The sticky heat of orgasm filled Bellingham's insides, the blond's whole body trembling subtly as he came.
As the venom from the bite spread through Jude's system, a wave of calm began to replace the suffocating heat. It was as if an anesthetic coursed through his veins.
The panicked tremor of his heat gave way to an overwhelming feeling of security. Erling's scent of pine and white musk no longer came just from outside… it was inside him, permanently mingling with his own scent of oranges and vanilla, creating a new fragrance that belonged only to the two of them.
Erling slowly loosened his teeth, withdrawing from the wound with extreme delicacy. He licked the spot devotedly, cleaning the small trickle of blood with his soft tongue.
Jude collapsed back onto the mattress, his muscles completely relaxed, his eyes half-open and glazed with pure ecstasy. His breath was a panting whisper. He looked at Erling, who was propped up on his elbows just above him, his face bathed in sweat and his full, rosy lips slightly stained red.
"You're mine, sunshine... Forever," Erling promised with a proud little smile, his voice deeper and huskier, his blue eyes shining with a fierce and protective love.
“Forever…” Jude managed to stammer, a weak, exhausted smile appearing on his lips.
Bound together, unable to separate for the next few hours, Erling carefully laid all his weight on Jude, enveloping him in a tight, secure embrace. He pulled one of the blankets and some shirts from the nest to cover himself, shielding his boyfriend from the outside world.