Chapter Twenty-Six
Rick kicked off his shoes one after the other, toeing them away across the floor.
His pants were bunched around his ankles, briefs twisted and half-stuck, and he shoved both down with an impatient grunt, stepping free just as Ash yanked off his hoodie and flung it toward the wall.
He was still in his boots, and the sight of him hopping on one foot, flushed and giggling as he tried to peel them off, almost undid Rick on the spot.
For a second, he simply stood there, stripped down to his socks, heart thundering, breath frayed, every nerve blazing for more of him.
Then he surged forward and grabbed at Ash’s waistband.
“Hold still,” he croaked, all control gone. He tore the button open, ripped the fly, and jerked the jeans downward in one rough motion, cursing when they stuck around Ash’s thighs, then letting out a raw sound as he realized there was nothing underneath.
“Jesus,” Ash gasped, half-laughing, bracing a hand on Rick’s shoulder for balance.
“Lift,” Rick ordered, voice ragged.
Ash obeyed, still teetering, and Rick crouched low to drag the jeans over his feet. He had to fight them off, wrestling the tight fabric until it gave with a rip near the cuff. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting him naked. Bared. His.
He ran his hands up the backs of Ash’s thighs as he rose, palms gliding over warm skin, and he scooped him up in his arms. Ash’s legs wrapped around his waist, his arms looped tight around Rick’s neck, and Rick carried him across the loft, their mouths crashing together in a kiss—messy, breathless, all tongue and heat.
When they reached the giant bed at the far wall, Rick didn’t hesitate.
He flung Ash onto the silk sheets like he weighed nothing, and followed at once, a predator set loose.
The mattress bounced under them as he crawled over him, slow and heavy, his body caging Ash’s like a beast preparing to devour.
Ash sprawled out across the dark bedding, limbs lax, eyes locked on his, hair in disarray.
The soft spill of city lights from the high windows painted his skin in a gilded sheen, every muscle and hollow made luminous.
His lips were parted, wet and swollen from Rick’s kisses, pupils blown so wide they eclipsed the violet.
He was ruinously, breathtakingly gorgeous.
“All this, only for me…” Rick murmured, sounding almost incredulous. He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. Instinct had taken the wheel—raw, ravenous—and Ash was a sacrament laid out before him. A feast.
He bent without thought and latched onto his throat, biting hard enough to bruise.
Ash let out a shocked noise, half-moan, half-laugh, and Rick soothed it with his tongue, licking a slow stripe along the sharp ridge of his collarbone.
The skin was hot and slick, tasting of sweat and desire.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses across his chest, rough and claiming, before taking a nipple between his lips and sucking, slow at first, then faster, until Ash writhed beneath him with a ragged gasp.
“Fuck—Rick—” he gasped, arching up into him, fingers scrabbling for purchase on Rick’s shoulders.
Rick growled low, the sound guttural, inhuman, and switched to the other side, dragging his teeth across the soft nub until Ash arched again, spine bowing up off the bed. “God, you taste…” Rick muttered against his skin, too far gone to finish the thought.
He moved lower, kissing down the slope of Ash’s ribs, across the ridges of his abs, slick with sweat and flexing subtly with every breath.
His mouth followed the lines carved into his torso, over the sharp V of his hips, where the skin was thin and sensitive.
He grazed his teeth along one of those oblique lines and felt the jolt it sent through Ash—a subtle twitch, a stifled gasp.
Rick rubbed his face over the firm plane of his abdomen, breathing him in, deep and greedy.
There was a fine trail of hair leading south, and he traced it with his tongue, drunk on the scent of him.
Sweat. Skin. Sex. And something else, wild and unplaceable, something that made the animal in him claw against its cage.
Ash’s thighs flexed on either side of his head, tensing around him. “You gonna keep sniffing around down there,” he purred, “or are you gonna do something useful with that mouth?”
Rick’s head snapped up, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”
Growling, he grabbed Ash by the hips and flipped him over in one fluid motion, rough but careful, a caveman handling something sacred. Ash gasped, a sharp, breathless moan punched from his lungs as he landed on his stomach, legs spread wide, ass high, presenting without shame.
Rick’s breath caught. He didn’t even try to play it cool.
His hands clutched those perfect, muscular mounds—firm, round, smooth as marble under his palms, but warm, alive, flawless.
The kind of ass that haunted dreams and ruined lives.
Every inch of him was sculpted like a sin made flesh, but this? This was something else.
At the center of it all, Ash’s hole pulsed open and shut, slick and flushed, a glistening pink that looked impossibly soft.
Not puckered or dry like others Rick had seen, but plush, almost glossy, faintly swollen, already wet from within.
It reminded Rick of lips; not metaphorically, but literally: kissable.
Inviting. Made to be ravaged. It was pornographic. Divine.
His cock jerked with a painful throb. “Fuck,” he breathed.
He circled that perfect ring with his thumb once, just to see it twitch and clench. The skin felt like silk, slick with no sign of lube. Pliant. It was ready. Welcoming.
He didn’t waste time.
Rick buried his face between Ash’s cheeks with a broken sound—half moan, half roar—and consumed him.
There was no preamble. No teasing flicks or featherlight kisses.
He dove in like a starving man in front of a treat, possessive, sloppy, licking into the slick crevice and curling against the opening, tasting him.
Fuck—he tasted. Rick groaned low in his throat, nose pressed into the cleft, licking stronger, deeper, lewd sounds echoing across the loft.
Ash writhed under him, fists twisting in the sheets, ass pushing into Rick’s face, every muscle taut with pleasure. “Jesus—Rick—fuck,” he gasped, his voice high and thready, falling apart one moan at a time.
Rick didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His mind had gone white-hot and primitive.
Every flick of his tongue was electric. That hole was sweet, heady, addictive, dripping heat straight into Rick’s brain.
He lapped at it, fucked it with his mouth, tongue plunging to its limit, grinding his face in like he could crawl inside it.
Wet, carnal slurps filled the air, the kind that left no room for dignity, just hunger and pure need.
Ash’s thighs quivered, his moans choked and desperate, body shaking in Rick’s grip. “God—I can’t—I need—”
But Rick kept going, drunk on the taste, the scent, the slickness.
He gripped Ash tighter, rutting his face between those fleshy cheeks, licking from hole to taint and back again, nuzzling and sucking like a man who’d been denied this his whole life and finally found salvation.
His tongue circled that greedy ring again, then drove inside, pushing past the tight muscle.
It sucked him in. Welcomed him. He moaned, loud and ruined, grinding into the mattress, gorging on that velvet-soft entrance like it was an offering to the gods.
Or maybe the god was Ash, and this was the only worship Rick had ever wanted to give.
Ash sobbed into the pillow, broken and panting, voice desperate with need. “Please—Rick—fuck me. I can’t take it—I need you inside me. Now.”
Rick lifted his head slowly, face wet, lips flushed, eyes gone dark with hunger. He didn’t speak. He just moved. Ash was spread open before him, glistening and ready, his hole slick with spit and heat. Rick lined himself up, and with a low, guttural groan, he pushed in.
There was no resistance. Ash took him readily, his hole shaping around Rick’s cock with almost no effort. Silken heat enveloped him, tight but yielding, clenching around him in wet pulses that made Rick’s eyes glaze as he sank inch by inch into that flaming paradise.
Some dim voice buried in his mind warned him this wasn’t normal.
They hadn’t used lube. There should’ve been struggle, pain.
No man’s body should be like this: open, dripping, ready, like it had been made for one purpose: to be filled by him.
But that voice was drowned by instinct, by the ancient, animal need pounding in his blood.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, trembling, sinking deeper. “Your hole feels incredible.” The sensation was maddening—too much, too perfect, too alive. Ash dragged him in, swallowed him whole, clutching around him with a hunger Rick could feel in his bones.
Then he hit a barrier.
“Keep going,” Ash breathed. “Don’t hold back.”
Rick thrust hard, breaching that inner ring and sliding through the second hole, past Ash’s rectosigmoid curve and into his deepest chamber.
Ash cried out, spine bowing like a bowstring, hands clawing at the sheets. “Fuck—yes,” he whimpered. “God, it feels so good—so fucking deep—”
Rick moved. At first slow, savoring every inch, his hips rolling, breath hitching.
No one had ever taken him like this before—not all of him.
Each thrust made his vision blur, his grip tighten, his control erode.
Ash met him stroke for stroke, greedy for more, and the wet, carnal sounds of their fucking filled the loft like music made for sinners.
He leaned over, blanketing Ash from behind, cock buried to the root. “You were born for this,” he snarled in his ear, voice ragged, barely human. “For me. You feel that?”
Ash shuddered under him, breath catching. “Prove it. Fuck me senseless.”
Rick obeyed.
He pulled out, flipped him over, and dragged Ash into his lap as he knelt.
Ash gasped, moaned, impaling himself again on his cock, arms winding around Rick’s neck, legs cinched tight at his waist. They kissed, vicious and open-mouthed, biting and gasping, tongues tangling, lips bruising.
It was nothing soft now. Just sweat and flesh and the frantic, desperate need to be closer.
Rick pressed him flat and drove in, savage, forceful. Ash’s legs rose to his shoulders, spreading him wide open. Rick pistoned into him, brutal and relentless, his cock punching to the hilt on every stroke. “You like having my big cock inside you, huh?”
“I love it,” Ash moaned. “Give it to me harder.”
“You can take it, can’t you, boy?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop. Cum inside me.”
The bed groaned. The nightstand rattled.
A lamp crashed to the floor and burst, irrelevant.
Rick was no longer fully human; his teeth had sharpened, his claws dragged shallow welts across Ash’s thighs as he gripped him, possessive and trembling, aching to claim.
A low growl rippled from his chest as the wolf pushed closer to the surface.
When he lifted his head, breath heaving, there it was: the moon.
It had broken through the clouds, silver light bleeding past the high loft windows, striping his frame in pale streaks.
Not full yet, but close. Close enough to pull at him, to thin the veil between man and beast.
Ash sobbed his name, nails carving into Rick’s back. “Yes, Rick—aaaahhh!”
He came hard, muscles seizing up, cock pulsing between them as he spilled in sticky, urgent spurts. The spasms of his climax milked Rick mercilessly.
And he snapped.
He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding deep, a snarl twisting his lips as his orgasm ripped through him.
His body locked, face pressed into Ash’s throat, claws sinking into the mattress on either side of Ash’s head, and he came—flooded him—with thick, searing pulses that didn’t seem to end.
Each spurt filled Ash with his seed, deeper, hotter, more than should have been possible.
It poured into him in waves, overflowing, until the cum began to seep out around Rick’s cock in slow, glistening drips.
Even then, Rick didn’t stop moving. He rutted against Ash in little, instinctive thrusts, grinding out the last few pulses, hips twitching with aftershocks as his balls emptied everything into him.
Their gasping breaths seemed loud in the sudden silence.
The sharp, synchronous pounding of their hearts sounded like thunder.
Ash stared up at him, dazed and wrecked. Rick’s claws slowly retracted. His teeth dulled. But his cock remained seated, plump and twitching, as if reluctant to leave what it had claimed. Even as they drifted into sleep, still tangled together, he stayed locked inside, unwilling to let go.