Mornings together were a rare luxury for the two of them, which Mischka wanted to take advantage of. Daime always slept in when he could, which he didn't blame him for, and it allowed him to take in his form.

He always looked so peaceful in the morning; his face was relaxed and soft, no hint of anger or stress anywhere. He was so handsome in the morning light, the light hitting his face just perfectly. Unable to help himself, he reached a hand out and caressed the side of his face.

His skin was so soft and he smelled so sweet. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his perfect nose, his skin warm against his lips. He nuzzled his nose against the Alpha, breathing out a sigh of content.

Last night was a blast and his body was aching from the Alpha's knot, but he wanted to take control and make the Alpha writhe under his presence. He wanted to get back to him and make him feel the Omega's revenge.

But before he could do that, something in him was slowly forming, engulfing his whole presence and making him vulnerable in front of his Alpha. Mischka's scent surrounded the whole room, making the Alpha irk from his sleep and stare at his Omega.

"Mischka, what is wrong?"

The Omega looked at him with tears on his eyes, gasping for air and crouching down to the bed.

"Ome-"

That's when the Alpha sensed it. The sweet aroma of peppermint and camphor surrounding the room. Carelessly pleasing against the Alpha's nostrils, making him dizzy as his breath hitches and with his trembling hands, he pulls the Omega underneath him.

"Please, please!"

He pleaded as Daime trailed his hands down to his sticky, slick-stained thighs. He pulled his legs away from the other and he yelped as the Alpha dived into him, licking up from his legs to his hole, which was twitching from excitement.

"Shh, Omega," He cooed. "I'll take good care of you."

He whined as he watched Daime unbuckle his pants. His large cock sprung out, and he almost drooled at the sight as if he was looking at a 5-star buffet. He crawled greedily and grasped his flesh with his soft, pale hands.

The Alpha groaned as the blond licked the tip, slowly making his way as he sucked teasingly. Daime, especially because of his rut, aggressively pulled at his hair and slammed him, uncaring if the blond choked.

He liked this type of new aggression as he let himself get his throat used. He felt more slick producing as it ran down his thighs, and he did everything to prevent his fingers from reaching down to play with his dick.

He had been pent up for so long that he couldn't even describe how much pain he had been feeling. He was needy and all Omega as he felt his wild thrusts nearing to a halt. He could feel with his instinct that Daime was about to knot his throat.

And he didn't deny it.

With one, last, hard thrust and groan, creamy delight released into his throat which he accepted greedily as he swallowed it whole. Bittersweet, hot taste made his consciousness fly away. His eyes were filled with tears, hands shaking, legs trembling.

"You like my cum, don't you?"

Pulling his length out of Daime's lips, revealing the remaining semen as it dribbled down his chin.

"You want me to fill you up, knot you, and bear my children?"

"Y-yes Alpha! Yes, I want it all!"

Daime whined and begged as he grabbed at the Alpha's hands. Then, two fingers were shoved harshly into his throat and he coughed dryly and gagged. The black haired Alpha smirked with triumph as he was flipped around, fingers still in.

Daime neared and the Omega presented his hole, pleading for him to enter him. And being the nice Alpha Daime was, he pushed in and the Omega let out a choked scream.

He continued to slam in and out as Mischka's eyes filled with wet, hot liquid as it mixed in with his drool that escaped his mouth. It felt so good, no matter how much he would deny it afterwards.

He focused on his Alpha, and only him. The Alpha was close, and the blond Omega needed him to mark him. Right now, right here.

"Alpha, please, please mark me!"

The Omega was confused for a split second before a pair of fangs dug into his upper-skin of his shoulder. Right near his neck, where his scent gland laid at. He was turned around once more, as Daime howled, thrusting deep into him as he was filled up.

The Alpha fell and laid on top of him. His neck was revealed to Mischka, and he could bite him back. But he needed his permission, even if the Alpha had already marked him.

"Alpha… Can I?"

Daime looked at him, caressing his face. He smiled, supporting the blond's head and pressing his lips on his own gland. The Omega bit softly into his skin. His fangs weren't as long as an Alpha's, but it was long enough to bite through the skin.

And that's when their mating had ended with a huge success.

The Alpha looked at his Omega, who looked like he was about to pass out any moment and smile. He lifted his heavy and dreaded body before carrying the Omega to his arms, his knot still in place.

Daime pushed the bathroom door and turned the faucet to fill up the tub before going in with his mate. He learned this tradition from his grandfather before he went to the Santoro house to be a slave to Grandmama and promised not to forget such tradition.

When the water is warm, the Alpha carefully placed himself and his Omega inside. Mischka shivers at the sudden contact from the water, looping his arms around the Alpha even more.

"Alpha?"

Daime smile at the blond man in front of him and carefully bathe him with warm water and soap. He even kissed his Omega after bathing and drying him before falling naked to the bed again.

They cuddled all night long, not caring at the phone calls coming from Francis who wanted to asked them random questions like he usually do. The Beta even want to teased the newly mated and married couple, asking him about their kids like what he did before the couple's wedding night.

Thinking about this, Daime showed a small smile on his lips, dreaming about little ones that run around the house screaming, "Mom and Dad."