Chapter 4 #2
Crush was a hair away from rubbing his scent into Killian’s skin. He could slip his hands under Killian’s clothes; he could rub his cock against Killian’s inner thighs, push a little higher—
No, I can’t go there right now. He didn’t give permission. And we’re still out in the open.
Crush cursed colorfully and yanked himself backward. “Fuck. Sorry. I... Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Killian was almost shot multiple times, and here I am, trying to hump him like a wild dog.
Wolves ARE wild dogs, a little voice said in his head.
Crush leaned back, feeling another stab of guilt when he found the huge tent in his sweatpants. Should’ve put on a pair of underwear when I got dressed. But he hadn’t expected to meet an omega who made him this hard.
He began to climb awkwardly back into the driver’s seat, only to freeze when Killian peeked over his shoulder with a frown.
Brown eyes raked down Crush’s body, locking immediately on the sweatpants that hid nothing.
“Um,” Killian squeaked. His face turned bright red.
“I should... start driving,” Crush muttered. Except when he tried to fold his limbs together to squeeze into the driver’s seat, his body did not cooperate. The tent remained pitched no matter how he moved, gray fabric tugging back and forth around his tip.
Hell, a small dark spot was starting to form there, that didn’t exist a few moments ago.
Killian’s eyeballs looked as though they might fall out of his head.
“That’s like a whole third leg,” he blurted. “Can you run on it? Does it get caught on the grass when you’re, um, in your wolf shape?”
“I’m not answering those questions about my wolf shape,” Crush muttered, his ears burning. “Not right now, anyway. The rainforest gods might smite me if I flaunt my assets.”
Killian looked confused. “What?”
“Nothing,” Crush muttered, dropping into the driver’s seat with a sigh. Now his pitched tent was finally out of sight. “Just, uh. Hang on tight. Put on a seat belt. I’m bringing us back up to highway speed.”
“Okay,” Killian said softly.
Crush’s instincts rumbled again.
It was only when they had driven for a while, leaving Cartfalls far behind, that Killian exhaled shakily. “Thanks, Crush. For everything.”
“Anytime,” Crush murmured. His chest and thighs—and cock—still tingled with Killian’s warmth.
He kept checking his mirrors for suspicious movements, stretching out his hearing as far as he could. After several long minutes, after they had left the highway for a small mountain road, Killian climbed back into the passenger seat.
His ass bumped into Crush’s ear.
“Killian,” Crush said.
“Oops! Did I bump into your seat?” Killian settled down and buckled himself in.
“That was my ear.”
Killian squawked, looking horrified. “At least I wasn’t farting?”
“Is that really much better?” Crush grinned.
The omega groaned and pulled up the hood of his hoodie, hiding his face. “Oh, gods. Why do I—Why does my mouth—Oh, rabbit gods, why did you curse me?”
Crush bit down his smile. “That aside, how are you doing?”
“Boiling in eternal humiliation. I swear I’m... No, I can’t swear that. You already know I have Foot-In-Mouth disease. It’s chronic and incurable.”
Crush snorted. “I meant, how are you feeling about the shooting and car chase?”
“Oh. Better.” Killian shrugged, Crush’s gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. A faint blush spread across his cheeks. “You, uh, really distracted me back there.”
Oh? Crush’s instincts rumbled. “You’re wearing my gun that close to your body?”
“It’s unloaded.”
Crush hummed with approval. “What else is in that secret agent gadget bag?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
“Ah, you can’t use that line on me. I could pin you down and steal it from your hands.”
Killian froze. When Crush chanced a look over, he found the omega’s pupils dilated.
Crush drew a slow, deep breath, his instincts purring. In a lower tone, he asked, “Would you like that?”
“L-like what?” Killian squeaked. He looked away but his grassy scent deepened, musky and rich.
“Would you like me to pin you—”
Killian’s breath rushed out. His cheeks flushed pink, and his scent bloomed into something even more perfect than before.
“—and steal it from your hands?” Crush’s canines lengthened. He forced himself to focus on their surroundings, on the winding mountain road disappearing into the evergreen forest.
“S-steal wh-what from my hands?” Killian’s voice cracked. There came the wet, musky scent of his slick, of his precum, soaking into his clothes so Crush smelled wet fabric, too.
In fact, Killian smelled very, very wet.
Crush shifted in his seat, aching to sink his teeth into Killian, to fill his lungs with Killian’s scent. “The bag,” Crush said, giving in to the devil on his shoulder. “I would pin you to the ground so you can’t move, pin you under me—” Killian whimpered “—and peek inside.”
“P-peek into the b-bag?”
“I’d peek anywhere you let me,” Crush growled. His sweatpants were starting to tent again, his balls growing heavy with cum.
But as much as he wanted to reach out, he also wanted to see what Killian’s breaking point was. How far he could push before Killian broke down and begged. Broke down and got on all fours, spreading his cheeks.
The first time Crush came inside him, he wanted his cum to be so rich, so potent, that Killian would conceive his pups on the very first try. He would have to knot Killian, keep his cum plugged inside, add a second load—
A deer darted out from between the trees, crossing the road right in front of them.