Casper’s ass clenched down on my cock as I tugged on his arms, which I had firmly pinned behind his back as I fucked him. Nothing made him happier than me being in full control, and I was more than happy to oblige him.

The rest of the pack had gone down to Tate’s lodge to see the wolves and the feast being prepared, and Casper and I had jumped at the chance to get some good one on one time before dinner.

“Fuck me, Red,” Casper moaned, his voice barely a breath escaping his beautiful lips. I drove my cock deeper as I jerked his. I was tugging his arms so hard that his back was arched up off the bed, which caused his muscles to be even more defined, showing off his beautiful physique.

His little baby bump had me even more turned on as I looked down at him. He was my mate, carrying my children, and so unbelievably fertile that the first time I fucked him he’d gotten pregnant.

Beautiful, I thought as my cock twitched inside him.

“Where do you want my cum?” I asked him, leaning down and licking his neck. He knew I wasn’t really asking. I’d put it where I wanted, but I liked to tease him.

“I want to taste it,” he gasped. “I love the way you taste.”

I drove my cock home, burying its entire length inside him and reveled in the face he made every time I did so. His mouth hung open and his eyes went wide. I felt his cock twitch in my hand and stroked it faster. He was right on the edge, and I’d been denying him for at least twenty minutes.

It was torture – I knew that, but the release it gave him when I finally allowed him to come was simply unbelievable.

I’d get him so close that he’d be one handstroke away from exploding, and then I’d snatch my hand away, denying him his release. I’d gotten him so close that he’d almost come, and a tiny drop of white nectar had spilled out from his cock, but I’d quickly slapped the tip of his dick and beat back his climax.

“I hate you!” he’d roared, loving every second of it. And I had him there again, so close to orgasm that his entire body started to twitch. His legs quivered, his arms tensed up and he started to moan uncontrollably like he was possessed. Possessed by my cock.

“Maybe,” I told him, stroking his cock that was slick with pre-cum. My motions were slow and smooth. His dick was as hard as a rock, like a piece of warm steel in my palm. I was right on the edge too, and as I looked down at his arousal, I knew what I wanted.

Quickly, I pulled out of his ass and got on top of him. He gasped and I slid my cock between his lips, then turned around and took his in mine. We’d sixty-nined the other night and loved it, but I’d fucked him after and we hadn’t had a chance to climax in that position – until now.

I started to fuck his mouth, and he tilted his head back eagerly to give me a perfect angle.

“Open wide,” I told him, pulling his cock from my mouth so I could speak. I heard a sound as he obliged, and pushed my cock deeper, past his tongue and into his throat. My cock was on fire for him, and my orgasm was rushing towards me like a freight train.

I took his dick back in my mouth and deep-throated him, all the way down to his balls. I inhaled, relishing in his musk and the scent of his slick. My mouth watered as I tasted his pre-cum. He was almost there. And so was I.

I groaned and came, shooting my cum down my mate’s throat. That was all it took to drive him over the edge.

He came with such force it shocked me and I almost gagged. It was like a delicious spray from a squirt gun, and I swallowed eagerly as he fountained his sweet omega nectar into my mouth.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned as I shot mine into his and we both swallowed. His arms finally free, he wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled my cock as deep as it would go into his throat. He coughed, gagged, but kept it there and kept swallowing as we both shot our loads into each other. As his cock twitched the last of his orgasm, I pulled back and came up for air.

“Fuck!” I gasped, stretching my head back as a shudder ran through me. I pulled my dick out of his throat and mouth and collapsed onto the bed beside him.

“Ah, God!” Casper gasped, smacking his lips. “That was so, so, so, hot! God, you taste so good.”

“I could say the same about you,” I replied, placing Casper’s hand onto my chest so he could feel my heart beat. “See what you do to me?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” he joked, twisting around to kiss me. He bit my lower lip slightly and I felt my cock jerk.

“Hey, stop that!” I told him, sliding my legs to the floor and standing. “We have a feast to attend!”

I jokingly waved a scolding finger at him as I moved to the bathroom to get us a towel. Thankfully we hadn’t made enough of a mess to warrant a shower, which was rare for us. We had grown pretty used to having sex and then going at it again for a quickie in the shower after rinsing off.

“Aw, party pooper!” Casper groaned, stretching on the bed as I wiped myself off and handed him the towel.

“That’s what we’ll both be if we don’t show up soon,” I replied, stepping into my boxer briefs.

I moved over to him and toweled off a patch of sweat on his chest he’d missed, and then leaned forward and kissed his pregnant belly. I must have tickled him, because he giggled and squirmed away from me. But I grabbed him, pulled him back beneath me and pinned him down.

“How are my boys doing?” I asked him, running a hand across his stomach.

“Perfectly,” Casper replied, his eyes absolutely dripping with love. I used my thumb to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow and kissed him again.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now come on, let’s go to dinner.”