Chapter 9
Gali
The night air hung heavy around us as we sped across the water, the wind whipping my hair back and stinging my eyes. Beside me, Norri huddled closer, his small frame trembling against the chill or perhaps the lingering shock of our narrow escape. I couldn't blame him; even I felt the weight of what had happened pressing down on my shoulders like an iron yoke.
As we neared the distant shoreline, a small cove nestled among towering cliffs caught my eye — secluded, hidden from prying eyes. Perfect for laying low until we figured out our next move. With a slight adjustment of the throttle, I steered us towards it, relief washing over me as we slid smoothly into the calm waters within.
Once anchored safely amidst the shadows cast by the overhanging rocks, I killed the engine, letting silence descend around us like a cloak. For a moment, neither of us moved, simply sitting there, basking in the aftermath of our ordeal. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Norri turned to look at me, those big blue eyes reflecting the moonlight dancing on the waves nearby. He looked even more beautiful now, and I couldn't stop thinking that we were meant to be together. I was sure we were just like I was sure about my decision to betray the Nightshade Wolves.
"You okay?" I asked quietly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. His skin felt soft beneath my calloused fingertips, so different from the rough, weathered texture of mine. He was so different from me, and I saw that as a positive thing.
He nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, just... just tired." A small smile tugged at his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's been a long day."
I knew what he meant. Running for our lives, fighting for our freedom — it wasn't easy on anyone, especially not someone like Norri, so innocent and vulnerable. Maybe not that innocent, given that he was doing drugs, but still nothing like me.
Leaning forward, I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling him melt into my touch. When I pulled back, his eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated with desire. My heart skipped a beat, my body reacting instinctively to that raw, flaming need shining plainly in his gaze. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more.
Without thinking, I crushed my mouth to his, claiming it fiercely as days worth of pent-up longing poured forth like a dam bursting under pressure. He responded eagerly, lips parting, tongue darting out to meet mine. I groaned, tangling my hand in his hair, holding him captive as I ravaged his mouth, drinking deeply from the well of passion he offered.
When I finally tore myself away, we were both panting, chests heaving with exertion. I had so much to say, as did he.
Norri's cheeks glowed red-hot, lips swollen and parted invitingly. I could've easily taken him right then and there, fucked him senseless against the side of the boat, lost in the heat of the moment. But I wanted more than that — I wanted him to remember tonight, remember me, always.
"Come," I rasped, grabbing his wrist and hauling him to his feet. He stumbled after me as I led him towards the shore, where a narrow path wound up between the cliffs leading to who-knows-what above. Didn't care; anywhere was better than here, exposed and vulnerable on the water.
After working for the Nightshade Wolves for so long, I became the kind of man who was always on high alert. Moments of relaxation were few and far between.
The climb was steep, treacherous in places, but eventually, we emerged atop the bluffs overlooking the sea below. There, nestled amidst scrubby bushes and weathered rocks, stood an old, abandoned shack — probably once used by fisherfolk decades ago. Now, it would serve as our sanctuary, however temporary.
I'd thought before about staying in that small cove, but now was decided that the shack was better, especially for Norri.
Inside, the single room was spare but dry, lit by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through cracks in the wooden walls. A rickety bed pushed against one wall, a small table, and a chair tucked into another corner. Not much, but enough for now.
Turning to face Norri, I found him watching me with wide-eyed anticipation, chewing nervously on his lower lip. That small gesture sent a jolt straight to my groin, hardening me further. Fuck, I needed him. And not just that, but I needed to knot him and stay inside of him. Nothing else would be sufficient.
In two long strides, I closed the distance between us, backing him up against the door. Our mouths clashed again, hungry, desperate, teeth clashing as we devoured each other. His hands clawed at my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders, baring my chest to the cool air around me. I growled, tearing at his clothes in turn, impatient to feel his skin against mine.
Soon enough, we stood bare before each other, chests heaving, cocks straining towards each other like magnets. I took him in greedily, drinking in every line, every curve, every inch of his smooth, pale flesh. He was perfection embodied, made for me.
Grabbing his hips, I spun him around, pinning him roughly against the door. He gasped, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rough wood as I ground my erection against his ass, leaving no doubt about my intentions.
"Are you ready for this?" I growled low in his ear, nipping sharply at the tender lobe. "Ready to be fucked like the good little omega you are?"
His breath hitched, pupils dilating further, but he didn't hesitate. At the same time, he hadn't thought that I was going to say those filthy words.
"Yes," he moaned, pushing back against me wantonly. "Please..."
Fuck, that sound almost undid me. With trembling hands, I reached down, grasping both our cocks together, stroking them roughly in tandem. His moans filled the small space, echoing off the walls, driving me wild. Pre-come slicked our shafts, making it easier for me to slide our lengths at the same time, faster, harder.
"Not yet," I grunted, releasing him suddenly. He cried out, whimpering at the loss of contact. But I had plans, plans that involved exploring every inch of him before filling him.
Pushing him down onto all fours, I knelt behind him, spreading his legs wide with my knees. His hole winked at me, pink and puckered, begging for my touch. I leaned in, swiping my tongue along the seam of his ass, tasting salt and sweat and something uniquely Norri. It reaffirmed that we were meant to be together.
He bucked wildly, crying out at the unexpected contact. But I held him firm, gripping his hips tightly as I delved deeper, lapping at his entrance like a starving man given his first meal in weeks. He squirmed, mewled, and begged me for mercy, for release. Yet I only laughed darkly, continuing my assault until his cries turned hoarse, until his thighs trembled with exhaustion.
Only then did I rise, lining myself up with his dripping hole. I coated my shaft generously with spit, rubbing the head against his slick opening. Nothing wrong with making it easier to penetrate him.
He shuddered, looking back at me over his shoulder, eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"Do it," he whispered, voice ragged. "Fill me, Gali. Please."
With one brutal thrust, I buried myself balls-deep inside him, feeling him stretch around me, accommodate me. He screamed, nails raking across the floorboards beneath us. I froze, letting him adjust to my size, letting him get used to being filled so thoroughly.
For a moment, I even forgot that we were still here and running from the cartel. After all, El Lobo would come after us. He wouldn't give up on me and getting his revenge.
When he relaxed slightly, I began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back home, setting a punishing pace that left him gasping for air, pleading incoherently. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, each cry from his lips drove me wilder, more possessive.
Reaching around, I grabbed his cock, pumping it in time with my thrusts. He groaned loudly, bucking against me as sensation overload threatened to consume him. I could feel his muscles tightening around me, could sense him teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
"Not... Not without me," I gritted out, gritting my teeth against the urge to come too soon. This moment was ours, and I wouldn't rush it.
"Can't... can't hold back..." He stammered, fingers scrambling against the floor.
"Come," I commanded, squeezing his cock firmly. And he did, convulsing beneath me as hot streams of semen pulsed forth, painting the floor below.
And then, I felt it — the irresistible pull drawing my knot forward, locking me inside him. It swelled, stretching him wider, binding us together as one.
His orgasm triggered mine, my body tensing as I released deep inside him, filling him with jet after jet of cum. I kept pumping, kept moving even as my vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
He whimpered, collapsing fully onto the floor, taking me down with him. We lay there, panting, sweaty, sticky, limbs tangled and hearts racing. But the most important thing was that we were both smiling and couldn't contain our happiness. My cock still pulsed rhythmically within him, milking every last drop of pleasure from this turning point in our lives.
I rolled onto my side, bringing him with me, keeping him close as we drifted in the aftermath. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, reflecting a softness that stole my breath away.
"I love you," he revealed, fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. My heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through me like wildfire. I'd been waiting to hear those words for what felt like forever, even though it hadn't been more than a few days.
"I've loved you since the moment I saw you," I confessed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're mine now, Norri. Forever."