Burr doesn't hold back. He hurts, and he needs, so desperately that he feels like he'll tear apart at the seams. He drives Laurens' cock in and out, makes sloppy, choking sounds, drips drool all the while he can feel the liquid staining his thighs. He whines while he does it--that omega begging sound, that please fuck me sound--so that his throat works harder against Laurens' cock.

He sucks hard. Pulls Laurens' orgasm out like something resisting, swallows those profusions down greedily, and all the while his hand squeezes and works there where his knot should be. But there is no knot, and Laurens is still hard, and Burr pulls off, come dripping down his chin and will at once seat himself, if Laurens does not stop him. Will grab his wrists and hold him down and take what he so desperately need.

He's crying now, and trembling all over, and begging, pitiful mewling. I need it, I need it, please, please. Thinks he will run out of the cabin naked, if Laurens will not give, will throw himself onto the grass and spread his legs and let them use him. He feels his mind straining, beneath the smells, a camp full of Alpha's, and he needs, he needs, he needs.