Logan wasn’t usually in a rush to get back to his cabin. He loved his work, he loved the ship and the sea, and most of the time his crew had to fight just to get him to take a nap every few days. On that day, however, Logan did only what he needed to, and his shift seemed to go on forever. Crabbing was backbreaking work, and with a relatively small crew, Logan didn’t excuse himself from any of it.

He barely had time to sneak back and bring Will food throughout the day, and he’d been unable to catch more than just a kiss on the cheek from his mate then. That kiss still lingered on his skin, making him smile to himself as he worked.

They were hitting another storm, a smaller one, but the thunder rolled in the distance. Logan made sure the crew was on top of it, and then finally took his leave, excusing himself to try to get a good night’s sleep—but it wasn’t sleep he wanted at all.

He didn’t pause outside his door that night. He rushed in, and the moment he saw Will, he pounced on the beautiful young man, kissing him passionately, pinning him to the bed.

Will had been reading one of Logan’s books, and he cried out with delight when he was tackled, squirming playfully beneath Logan, their hips pressed tightly together. He was wearing a pair of Logan’s sweats, but that was all, and he was obviously hard beneath Logan as the alpha rubbed against him, grinding down on him.

“Goddamn,” Logan whispered, leaning in to kiss Will’s slender throat, inhaling deeply. He paused, and let out a low growl. “Are you in heat?”

Will moaned, grinding against him desperately. “Maybe,” he admitted, but Logan knew the truth.

He could smell it. Will was going into heat for him.

Logan grabbed those sweats and tugged them off of his mate’s perfect body, watching with desire as his aching, proud cock slid free over his belly. Groaning, Logan nuzzled against Will’s chest and down over his stomach, breathing in the scent of him. There was an adorable indent where his hipbones flexed, and Logan kissed it sweetly, tasting his salty skin. He knew he himself smelled like the sea, and probably like crab and sweat, but Will didn’t seem to care. Logan watched as his omega’s lower lip trembled, his body arched with desperation.

“I can smell it, Will, you need me,” he said, his voice low and rough in his throat.

“Logan, Alpha, yes,” Will said enthusiastically, smiling up at him, his big brown eyes round with delight. “Please, Alpha.”

With an animalistic snarl, Logan pinned Will’s slender hips to the bed, his large, rough hands holding the smaller man down so that he could nuzzle at his dripping cock uninterrupted.

“We should get one thing straight,” Logan growled against the base of him.

“Mmmnn?” the omega whimpered, his thighs quivering.

Logan chuckled, opening his full lips to suck softly on just the side of his cock, letting his wet tongue brush slowly over the hard length. Finally, he answered Will’s inquiry.

“I love it when you beg,” he purred, and then wrapped his hot lips around Will’s slick head and began to suck him, sliding his omega’s eager length all the way to the back of his throat.

Logan kept him pinned down, his superior strength letting him easily control Will as his body tried to thrash toward and away from the intense pleasure at the same time. When he felt Will finally submit and stop trying to move, moaning in helpless pleasure instead, it was like a drug to his bloodstream; it made him feel powerful, alive. He knew then that his omega truly belonged to him.

“Logan,” Will moaned softly, managing to get the words out. “I’ve never…”

Logan lifted his head, licking precum from his full lips, and smiled at Will.

“Good,” he said gruffly. “Then I get you first.”

The ship swayed, and thunder crashed, closer now. Logan felt the younger man freeze beneath him.

“Is there another storm?” he asked, his voice shaky with arousal and now, fear.

“Yeah. Not a big one, don’t worry,” Logan assured him. He felt terrible for his mate suddenly. Was a ship really the best place for him, especially this time of year, this part of the ocean? There were a lot of storms, a lot of bad weather.

Logan kissed him tenderly, pulling him close. Lightning flashed in the porthole, and again the ship swayed heavily. Will shut his eyes, his breathing shallow in Logan’s ear.

“It’s a big ship, love. We can take it.”

Will nodded cautiously. “I know,” he admitted, and Logan heard him take a deep, slow breath. “Distract me,” he said.

That, Logan thought, he could manage. He pulled away, finally letting Will free, and Will sat up to watch him as he stripped. Logan took off everything, his boots first and then all of his sea salt-soaked clothes, letting Will really look at him. He knew he had a nice body, broad and muscular from all of his work on the ship, but the look in Will’s eyes was even more full of desire than he would have expected.

“What is it?” he asked with a smile, climbing back into bed with his mate.

Will grinned. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, but Logan pressed on.

“Tell me,” he encouraged.

The slender omega wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him before answering, obviously embarrassed, blushing brightly.

“You’re huge,” he whispered.

Logan grinned back. “Oh,” he realized, and teased Will’s lips with his own, gazing into his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’ve heard…” He groaned softly, spreading Will’s legs and rubbing his leaking cock against his beautiful ass. “That mates…” With one final kiss, he pushed, the head of his cock slipping into Will with surprising ease. “Fit perfectly,” he moaned. “Oh, God, Will.”

Will cried out as he was filled, clinging to him, and Logan pushed deep inside of him, filling him completely.

“Logan,” his omega moaned in his ear, and Logan knew he was on the right track.

He started to slowly thrust inside of him, gazing at him in wonder. Will’s flushed face was filled with pleasure, pleasure he was giving him, and Logan had never felt so lucky in his entire life. He knew Will was mourning, that none of this had been planned for either of them. But as he began to thrust harder, deeper, breeding his gorgeous mate, it felt perfect.

Will’s fingers grazed over his cheek, and Logan moaned softly, gazing down at him as he moved inside of him, the sounds of rain pelting at the porthole and their hot, eager breath filling the room.

“Are you okay?” Logan asked softly, and Will nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, don’t stop… actually,” he moaned, pushing at his chest. “Let me on top.”

Logan hadn’t expected that. He smirked, gripping Will’s hips and rolling onto his back to let his gorgeous omega have control.

Will rode him desperately, fucking himself wildly on Logan’s thick cock, his back arched in pleasure, his whole body flushed and shimmering with sweat. Logan didn’t know how long he could last, faced with such an incredible sight. He slid his hand over Will’s chest, down to his cock, and stroked over the length of it, caressing his swollen head.

“Alpha!” Will cried, and Logan growled in response. Thunder crashed, and it only made Will squeeze him tighter.

“That’s it, good boy, come for me,” he coaxed, his voice a mixture of violent desire and affectionate tenderness.

Just like that, he felt Will convulse around him, felt that hot release cover his hand, and Logan gave a loud cry of his own, pumping his hips as he filled his beautiful omega.

Logan’s head fell back against the bed, and he gazed at Will, his heart full of something he hadn’t let himself feel in a very long time.

The storm continued, rocking their ship and hurling wind and rain against its hull, but Logan felt safe on Seawolf and he wanted Will to feel safe, too. Will fell into his arms, still on top of him, and Logan enjoyed his weight. He wrapped his strong arms around the slender young man and held him, hoping to bring him comfort.

* * *

Will lay in Logan’s strong arms, glowing. The sounds of the storm outside had become almost soothing, although he was careful not to let himself think about it too much. Instead, he focused on the wonderful sensations of his alpha against him. He was so full of Logan’s sticky come, and he wondered if he was already pregnant. He hadn’t quite lied to Logan, but he was more certain than he’d let on that yes, he was in heat. It had hit him mid-day, while Logan was still on deck working, and he’d nearly run up, blown their cover, and demanded that Logan fuck him hard.

He was glad he’d waited. Logan had made it wonderful, such a perfect first time, despite everything, all the circumstances surrounding their love. It was love, wasn’t it? Will certainly felt those feelings blossoming quickly inside of him, and when Logan looked at him, he could swear, scientifically, that there was no other explanation for the look in his eyes than pure, unadulterated love.

Of course, it would be inappropriate to say so. He knew they were both struggling with mixed feelings about the way fate had brought them together. Although, more and more, he thought Logan might be perfect for him.

Then again, he barely knew the man. He was in heat. Had he made a mistake?

It didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt wonderful.

Logan’s strong arms reached for the blankets and tucked Will in, right there on top of him.

“Mmm,” Will moaned softly. “Can I sleep like this?”

Logan nodded, nuzzling against his shoulder.

“Of course,” he murmured, amusement in his sleepy voice. “Do I make a good pillow?”

Will sighed in happiness.

“Yes,” he admitted dreamily, as the wind howled and rain pummeled Seawolf.

Logan was quiet for a few moments, and Will thought he might have fallen asleep. When he finally spoke, he was mumbling and half asleep, but distinct.

“I love you.”

Will’s head shot up. He stared at Logan’s scruffy face, as if demanding an explanation, but Logan gave none. Instead, he started to snore softly, fast asleep.

“Logan?’ he whispered, but the other man didn’t even respond. He was honestly asleep.

Will let his head fall back onto Logan’s chest, staring into the dark room in shock, his heart pounding.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, too quiet to be heard above the howling of the storm.