Because it did go without question that they were being watched. Sam, not usually any sort of an exhibitionist, felt perfectly fine with that. Let them watch. Let them watch and see that this omega was his and whatever tactics they were going to take throwing another alpha near him were not going to be tolerated.

He hissed and groaned as Rumlow's nails raised hot welts down his back, arching into the next snap of their hips and just grinding - feeling the coiling pressure of his promising knot begin to swell.

Sam adjusts them, jostling until Rumlow's legs are back around his waist and there's some ease to the bur in his arm from supporting so much of his weight. His neck aches from where that mark's been made livid and strong and he shoves his mate back by the neck, hand curling around and holding him while they kiss again.

All through he barely paused. Couldn't. Neither of them would be satisfied until Rumlow was bred true.