10. Callum #2
The feral side of me preens, delighted by the idea of Ash getting himself off while thinking of me. The human side, though? That part of me doesn’t have a fucking clue how to handle this.
I know the second he realises he’s hard and how closely we’re wrapped up in one another, because his whole body stills. Then he moves his knee, just a tiny flex, but it’s enough for him to feel he’s not the only one who’s hard as a rock.
“What was I doing?” he rasps, voice heavy with sleep and something else I’m trying desperately to ignore.
Lie.
Tell him he wasn’t doing anything.
My mouth opens and the truth spills out.
“You were grinding against my hip and stroking my cock.”
His breath hitches, and I can almost see his brain working, connecting all the dots. Then he smirks and slips his hand out of mine, dragging it slowly down my stomach, giving me ample time to stop him.
I don’t.
Can’t, when every part of me is screaming to let it happen. But I need to know he wants this. Need to be sure. “You were asleep. Are you sure this is—”
“I’m awake now.” His hand moves a little lower, bare centimetres from where I’m aching for him. “Are you?”
“I haven’t been asleep.”
His fingers graze the base of my dick, and I grip the bed sheet to stop myself reaching for him.
“I haven’t forgotten what happened today,” he says quietly, looking down. “But I want this.” His eyes meet mine, appearing almost black in the dark, but I can still see the hunger there. “Do you?”
Say no. This is a complication you don’t fucking need.
“Yes.” It’s the only answer I was ever going to give.
“Good.” He goes to slide his hand under the waistband of my boxers, but I grab his fingers, then roll him onto his back. Now we’re doing this, I need to feel all of him. Want to taste his sweat-slicked skin and see his face when we come. I want to kiss him.
I gesture to my underwear. “I’m gonna take these off, okay?”
He bites his bottom lip and nods, watching as I slide my boxer-briefs slowly down my thighs and kick them off. “Fuck,” he murmurs, gaze fixed on my cock. It takes him a second to drag it back up to my face. “Now mine.” He lifts his brace, as if reminding me why. Like I need an excuse to touch him.
I take my time, curling my fingers into the waistband, dragging the backs of them over his stomach as I slowly pull them down. He shivers, breath catching, and it’s the sweetest sound. I know I’m going to be replaying it later.
I toss his underwear aside, then take a moment to look at him.
Dark hair dusts his chest, the thin line of his happy trail leading to down to neatly trimmed hair around his cock and balls. I wouldn’t care either way.
My mouth waters.
It’d be so easy to dip my head and suck him until he’s writhing on the bed and moaning my name again. But Ash isn’t looking for a quick, impersonal orgasm. He wants the closeness, the intimacy that comes from touching and kissing, of feeling another person pressed against you from head to toe.
And surprisingly, so do I.
Instead of taking him in my mouth, I crawl back up his body. “This okay?” I ask, settling between his spread legs. He’s all warm skin and taut muscle underneath me. We’re both still hard, and it’s a sweet torture to be with him like this and not move.
“Yeah. It’s good.” He tentatively slides his good hand onto my lower back, like he’s afraid I’m going to stop him.
“Good,” I echo back, and he smiles up at me. There’s still a trace of sadness in his expression, but for now it’s eclipsed by want and need. That’s more than enough for me. “And for the record, you can be as rough with me as you like. I won’t break.”
He sucks in a shuddering breath, and I grin down at him as his fingers dig in hard.
Yes.
Then I lean in and kiss him.
It starts off soft, slow, lazy like the steady roll of our hips.
It’s easier than it has any right to be, considering we hardly know each other.
But his mouth fits mine like we’ve done this dance a hundred times.
His hand guides my hips, his bruising grip holding me against him, and if I were anyone else, he’d be leaving evidence of it on my skin.
I wish he could.
I wish he could mark me.
My wolf agrees, and the tiniest growl escapes.
Ash stills, and it takes me a second to realise my mistake. But it’s easy to divert his attention. I grab the half-empty bottle of lube I find in his bedside drawer, then slick us both so it’s a smoother ride, each dirty grind sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.
I trail kisses down the column of his throat. I want to use my teeth, scrape them over his sensitive skin, but I can feel they’re the wrong side of human right now.
You could tell him.
Should fucking tell him.
Both are true, but my senses are overloaded with everything Ash, and I’m running more on instinct than common sense right now.
So I keep my teeth to myself.
Sweat coats both our bodies, our scents mixing in a way that I can’t seem to get enough of. Each breath in fills my lungs and feeds that wild side of me that I’m doing my best to keep in check. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a human like this. I’m not used to reining it in, and it shows.
“Callum.” Ash moans, grip tightening as he ruts against me. “Close.”
So am I.
I don’t want it to end, though, because I’m not sure I’ll ever get to have it again. As soon as Ash finds out the truth, whatever this is between us will be over. And as his body grinds against mine, hands clinging to me as he chases his release, it hits me that I don’t want it to be.
I like him.
There’s something about him that draws me in, even when I try to ignore it.
He moans again, and I push all that to the back of my mind. I’m here now, and I’m not going to waste another fucking moment thinking about things I can’t change.
With my nose buried in the crook of his neck, I chase the tingly feeling building in the pit of my stomach.
It’s hot, sharp, a fire in my veins as he cries out, shuddering against me.
His release coats my stomach and his, and I rut against him harder, desperate to rub it into his skin, to mark him as mine.
The scent of it hits me hard, calling to that primal part of me, and I’m done.
Pleasure floods my body, arching my spine. I want to howl at how good it feels, how right.
Oh no.
Oh fuck, no . . .
My jaw aches, the base of his throat is right there.
And I want to bite him.