"Did you see their reaction? It was funny!"

Daime looks at his, who is having the time of his life as he tell him again and again about what had happened earlier. The proposal from earlier was just for a show, but he never knew that Mischka will shed any tears while he said what he memorized the night before.

Mischka laughs his heart out before turning to Daime with a wide smile on his face. Daime stands up from the couch and walks towards Mischka, looping his arms around his waist and pulls him closer to his chest.

Mischka buries his face on Daime's chest and breathes in his scent before looking up to the Alpha with pleading eyes.

"You told me, that you will give me one tonight when I behaved."

Daime's pants suddenly tightens, poking Mischka's abdomen. The Omega feels the hardness but doesn't give any comments about it. He continues to stare at those silver eyes while licking his lips, tempting the Alpha to pounce him.

"My, my, my, Alpha. Don't you want to pounce me?"

Daime prevents himself from growling at his Omega or he will ended up knotting him and get him pregnant before the mating ceremony.

As what Francis said when they were practicing their lines for the proposal to make Aiden jealous and Primo pissed, they should have a mating ceremony first before knotting his Omega.

"Omega, you know that we can't."

Mischka frowns before pushing the Alpha away and stomps towards the direction of their room. The Alpha senses the Omega's frustration and runs behind him as he grabs his arm and lifts him up to his shoulder.

"Alpha! Put me down!"

Daime is not listening to him and immediately opens their bedroom door and tosses Mischka on the bed softly as the Omega bounces backward and away from the Alpha.

He gasps and glares at the Alpha, who is towering him with his height and his muscular torso.

"You don't have to do that!"

Daime chuckles lowly as he crawls towards the Omega. Splitting his legs apart and crawling in between.

"Don't lie to yourself, my Omega. I know you like it rough."

The Omega blushes at the sound of the Alpha while saying those words. The Omega starts to moan slowly as he lifts his head up and huffs heavily.

The Alpha pulls Mischka's clothes frantically, wanting to get him naked so he can scent him properly before he got inside him. But his panic and fervor are stilled by his mate's soft, gentle hands.

The Alpha could feel himself shaking like a leaf, his mind still a whirlwind of possessive need and desperate panic. But as he looked down into the Omega's light brown eyes he feels something inside him pause, waiting.

Waiting for his Omega to tell him what he needed, what Daime can do to make him better.

"Alpha?"

It was like Mischka's Omega and Daime's Alpha has connected in that moment and afterward the connection hadn't broken, it had only strengthened, so he allows himself to be leads by the inner voice of his Omega.

Daime is clearly still struggling against his own Alpha for control, but Mischka can see that it is him who is the primary focus of his attention and as long as he is calm and rational, his Alpha will follow his lead.

"You can undress me now. Take me, Alpha. I'm all yours."

Mischka raised his arms up over his head in an invitation for the Alpha to take his clothes off. He keeps his gaze on Daime's eyes and he sees relief there.

His Alpha needs this badly. Daime was shaking as his hands pushed up the Omega's shirt and pulled it free, next falling to his knees and pulling the Omega's jeans and panties off, helping him to step out of his clothes.

Once he is bare, the Omega half expects to be drag to the edge of the bed, but the Alpha didn't move from his place, kneeling on the floor. The Omega is shocked to see the aggressive Alpha being soft to him tonight.

One of his hands snaked up between his legs, fingers finding the Omega's entrance and pushing one inside the tight channel of his body, just as he leaned forward and took Mischka's length into his mouth.

The Omega's whole body shudders at the dual sensations of his Alpha's finger moving inside him and his warm mouth surrounding his cock. His hands instantly found their way into Daime's black hair, burying themselves in the strands.

The hand that isn't fingering him, gently encourages him to lift one leg and rest his thigh on Daime's shoulder to spread his legs more as the Alpha adds a second finger.

Mischka's weight is all braced on one leg, and he is shaky as his Alpha pleasured him with his hands and mouth. He couldn't help himself from moving, hips torn between moving back on the fingers or forward into the wet mouth surrounding him.

He felt his orgasm building and tries to pull Daime off of him to they can adjourn to the bed, but Daime refuses to be moved, and as his pleasure mounts, he finds himself pulling Daime's head forward instead of pushing him away.

"Oh… Alpha… mnh… I'm gonna cum… please… Oh… that's it… Fuck…"

Daime loves his mate so much, sometimes he can hardly stand it. But his very favorite had to be when Mischka lost himself to his pleasure at the Alpha's hands and he curses.

Mischka never cursed at him or outside of these moments of pleasure and that knowledge filled him with a deep satisfaction. He is an Alpha whose mate is so pure and beautiful, and only he could bring down those walls and get him so high he slips up and let the expletives fall from his lips.

He could feel the Omega's trembling in the hands gripped in his hair, the thigh resting on his shoulder. Mischka's entrance is clenching around his fingers and the cock in his mouth is pulsing. His mate is so close, and he wants him to feel good.

His inner Alpha wants to show his mate that only he can get him so high on his pleasure. It is possessive and hungry, and when Mischka finally burst, shooting himself into Daime's mouth with a tinny whine, slick gushing down over his hand where he is opening him up, he is pleased.

The Omega looks at him with a smile on his face as he asks the Alpha to stand up before going down and kneels in front of the Alpha's length.

"My turn."