Chapter 26 Belonging #7
He started to move—slow at first, rocking his hips, grinding down, milking every inch of me.
The friction was maddening, the drag of his body squeezing me tighter, hotter, hungrier than I’d ever known.
Each bounce made his hole flutter, gripping, clinging, pulling me deeper, making my cock throb and swell inside him.
Nails raked down my abs, marking me back, claiming me as much as I claimed him. Our eyes met in the mirror above the headboard, both of us seeing ourselves wrecked, desperate, lost to the need to be closer, to own, to be owned.
“Take it all, baby,” I ordered, voice shaking. “Show me how deep you want it. Show me how much you can handle.”
Nate braced his hands on my chest and fucked down harder, faster, muscles straining, sweat running in rivulets down his neck.
My cock thickened, pulsing, stretching him further, filling him with every frantic thrust. He took it all, hips grinding, his own cock bobbing between us, leaking, untouched, as if the only thing that mattered was being split open, bred, claimed.
Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through my whole body, the bed rocking, sheets twisting under us, air thick with the smell of sex and sweat and something raw, animal, and eternal. I flexed, met his rhythm, fucked up into him, making him gasp, making him sob for more.
“Fuck—Evan, you’re—so deep—so fucking thick—” Nate’s words were broken, every syllable torn from him by the fullness, the stretch, the possession. “I can feel you growing inside me. I can feel you everywhere—never want it to stop—”
My hands gripped his waist, controlling him, forcing him to bounce, to take everything, to ride until my balls slapped against his ass, until the sound of our bodies together drowned out everything else.
Each time I swelled, his hole gripped me tighter, milking me, begging for my cum, begging to be filled.
“Gonna breed you, baby. Gonna make you drip with me for days. Gonna make you mine—every inch, every fucking drop.”
The need built fast, wild, unstoppable. My balls drew up, cock swollen and twitching, the urge to fill him, to mark him, to leave something behind that would never wash away.
My breath came out in ragged gasps. Nate rode me harder, crying out, nails digging deep, sweat and tears mixing on his cheeks. Every muscle in my body went taut, my hips lifting off the bed, driving up into him, every thrust deeper, every pulse stronger.
My release hit hard, violent, a growl tearing from my chest as I shot deep inside him, filling him, flooding him, cock jerking and swelling even more as I emptied everything I had into his body. Nate gasped, shuddered, hands clutching me, hole milking every drop, not letting a single bit escape.
My hands gripped his hips, refusing to let him go, needing every second of connection. Even as my orgasm faded, cock still buried inside him, I could feel the tight, obscene squeeze of his hole around me, refusing to release even a drop.
Nate slumped forward, arms shaking, face pressed to my chest, breath coming in sharp, broken pants. Sweat dripped down his spine, tracing the lines of muscle I’d worshipped with my mouth. Slowly, I dragged my hands up his back, tracing every ridge and dip, grounding us both.
“Up,” I murmured, voice shot and guttural. “On all fours. Let me see.”
He obeyed, spent but trusting, crawling forward until he faced the mirror, body stretched out and trembling, ass raised for me like a prayer.
My hands were gentle as I cupped his cheeks, thumbs spreading him open, and my cock twitched at the sight—my cum leaking out, slick and shiny, painting him filthy and claimed.
“Look,” I whispered against his ear, letting him see the mess, the proof of what we’d done. “Look at how well you took me. Look at how perfect you are.”
The sight drove something wild through my chest, hunger still burning even as my body ached with release.
Bending close, I pressed a kiss to the small of his back, tongue flicking out to lap up a bead of cum that dripped down his thigh.
I chased it, licking, cleaning, making sure none of it went to waste.
My tongue moved higher, tracing his crack, licking around the rim, gathering everything I’d spilled.
I spat into my palm, slicked his hole, pushed a finger in just to feel the heat, the wetness, the raw evidence of what we’d made together.
Nate’s head dropped, forehead pressing to the mattress, moaning as I worked him open again, savoring every sound, every quiver.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, voice muffled, desperate. “Need you—need to feel you, need you to take everything—”
Switching angles, I buried my face between his cheeks, tongue plunging in, licking and sucking, making a filthy mess of him all over again. Every taste of myself on his skin made my cock pulse with aftershocks, need stirring again in my belly, wanting to own every part of him.
Once I’d cleaned him, satisfied that every drop was gone, I pushed him over onto his back, body still shaking, legs falling open for me.
Crawling up his body, I grabbed his cock, thick and leaking, hard in my palm.
My lips wrapped around him, sucking deep, taking him to the base, letting spit and precome run down my chin.
He sobbed for me, hands fisting the sheets, hips rolling up to meet my mouth.
I worshipped him—tongue swirling the head, cheeks hollowing, swallowing him deeper, rough and hungry, never letting up.
My free hand slipped to his balls, squeezing, rolling, then lower, thumb circling his slick rim as I sucked him harder, deeper, rougher.
“Fuck, Evan—gonna—can’t—please—”
I hummed around his cock, urging him on, mouth relentless, determined to wring every drop from him. His whole body arched, every muscle straining, face twisted in bliss as I swallowed him whole, letting him come deep in my throat, not stopping, not pulling back.
Hot, bitter, perfect—I swallowed every pulse, refusing to waste a drop. My mouth stayed sealed around him until he sagged, spent and boneless, legs falling open even wider.
Dragging myself up his body, I gripped his face in both hands, kissed him deep, letting him taste himself on my tongue.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth, snowballing the cum back to him, then pulled away just enough to let him swallow before going back for more, passing it between us, over and over, until we were both gasping, spit-slick, filthy, and wrecked.
He moaned into my mouth, hunger and gratitude and surrender all tangled together. Our lips never parted for long, tongues tangled, the taste of us both thick and unmistakable between us.
Arms wrapped around his body, I held him close, letting the aftershocks roll through us. My chest heaved, sweat cooling on my skin, heart pounding so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs. The mirror showed us both—wrecked, wild, ruined and claimed.
Fingers tangled in his hair, I kissed him again, gentle now, reverent. “Perfect,” I whispered. “You’re perfect for me.”
He smiled, eyes glazed and shining, mouth swollen, and just nodded, letting himself fall against me, safe and marked and wholly, utterly mine.
“Can I ask you something? About pack stuff?”
“Always.”
“What happens if an Alpha wolf bites a human? Like, really bites them, not just a love bite.” His cheeks flushed slightly, but his eyes stayed serious. “Would they turn?”
I stopped tracing patterns on his bare chest, studying his face for clues about where this question was coming from. We were tangled together in my bed, sheets twisted around our legs, the scent of sex and satisfaction heavy in the air between us.
“There are legends about it happening. Old stories about humans being brought into packs through blood and bond instead of birth.”
“But you don't know for sure?”
“No one knows for sure. It's been centuries since anyone tried, if it ever really happened at all.” I propped myself up on one elbow, concern starting to build in my chest. “Why are you asking? Is this about wanting to turn?”
The question hung in the air between us like smoke, heavy with implications that could reshape everything we meant to each other.
“I don't know,” Nate said finally, honesty making his voice rough. “Sometimes I watch you and the pack, see how connected you all are, how you never have to doubt your place in the world. And I wonder what it would be like to belong to something that completely.”
“You already belong,” I said fiercely, fingers finding his jaw, thumb brushing across the stubble there. “You don't need fangs or claws to be part of this family.”
“But I'm fragile compared to you. Human-breakable. And if something happened, if I was dying...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Forget it. It's a stupid thought.”
“It's not stupid.” I caught his hand, bringing it to my mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles. “But transformation isn't something you do because you're afraid of being vulnerable. That's how you end up losing yourself to the wolf instead of finding balance with it.”
Nate nodded, but I could see the question still burning behind his eyes. The what-if that would probably follow him until he found an answer, one way or another.
I kissed him then, sudden and desperate and full of gratitude for someone who could see strength in the places I'd only ever found shame.
He melted into me, all soft sighs and eager hands, the conversation dissolving into something more immediate. More necessary. My wolf purred under my skin as I moved over him, claiming and being claimed in return, the taste of him better than anything I'd ever known.