My Shy Alpha (MxM)

Ch 7

I tilted my head back and to the side, baring my neck, expecting Hamish to go right for the scent-packed patch of skin.

The neck was also a popular choice because unlike most other parts of the body, clothes didn't cover it up, and it was quite sensitive.

The slightly cold tip of his nose brushed the side of my face, shortly followed by his still-soft cheek. He gently nuzzled and rubbed his cheek against mine, a low purr starting in my chest as I reciprocated the tentative affection.

I was grateful he was taking it slow, I was as new to all of this as he was.

He was somehow different in every way from all the other alpha's I'd met, all others would have gone straight for the neck whether I'd bared it or not. Some were even cruel enough to bite, sometimes hard enough to break the skin. Leaving not just their scent but also a lingering stamp of ownership they often refreshed when it began to fade away.

I felt myself let out a deep sigh, my body relaxed into Hamish's surprisingly soft and comfortable mattress.

I heard a disturbance from down the hall, the half-asleep shuffling of slippers on the hardwood floor along with the displeased muttering of Julia.

Mrs Thompson had never been a morning person and was partial to a strong cup of coffee in the morning with ample spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk. She was understandably grouchy having to answer the door so early and without her morning beverage.

As much as I appreciated Hamish's measured and gentle pace we didn't exactly have the time nor the luxury to take it slow.

"Hamish," I murmured, arching my neck further, urging him to take a more direct approach.

He seemed to hesitate, pulling back and staring at my bared throat. He looked almost... frightened.

"Y-you want me to bite you?" He stuttered out softly.

I moved my head back down so our eyes met, a frown furrowing my brows and pursing my lips.

Did he think biting was normal as a way to scent mark?

"Do you want to?" I asked, getting an immediate head shake.

After a moment though he leaned back down, a soft cry passing through my lips and my back arching as teeth scraped and mouthed the juncture of my neck.

I planted my feet on the mattress, my hands going to fist in his white pyjama top, the omega wolf inside me whining as I gasped in surprise, shocked by the pleasure teeth against my neck caused.

My reaction seemed to give Hamish some encouragement and he bit down a little harder.

Everywhere our bodies touched scent was getting transferred. His scent on the sheets and mattress, his scent that permeated the room was slowly coating my skin and clothes.

Scent marking wasn't the same for everyone, there was no set right way to do it, as long as ample scent got transferred then the how didn't matter so much.

From grooming in wolf form, cuddling, kissing, sex (penetrative or not), biting, basically anything that got you close and caused sustained body contact counted as scent marking.

As I squirmed beneath Hamish's much larger frame voices drifted up the stairs. The disgruntled and entitled voices of the Alpha and Luna demanded to see me, along with Julia's insistence I wasn't in the house.

"Where is he then? He's not at home." The Luna argued, heavy footsteps ascending the stairs, followed by others.

"Luna this is highly peculiar! It is barely seven in the morning! Surely nothing is so important it requires you to barge into our home and accuse us of treason." Julia exclaimed in disbelief and outrage.