Chapter 9 An Unexpected Heat
AN UNEXPECTED HEAT
“I’m not ready,” Killian warbled.
They were standing on some practice mats in Crush’s home gym—a large room with windows on one wall and exercise equipment taking up half the room. The other half was made up of mats on the floor, and a boxing ring.
Crush had given Killian two butter knives since they didn’t have any blunted weapons for practice. “Are you okay with those?” Crush asked, looking wary. “Would you prefer to use something else?”
Killian spun the knives between his fingers, testing their weight. “They’re fine.”
“Good.” Crush got into position across from him. “Come at me.”
“I’d rather fling jizz at you, than knives,” Killian blurted. And promptly slammed his mouth shut. “No! I didn’t mean to say that! I mean, um.”
The alpha laughed. “Let me get a feel for your fighting style, sweetheart. I want to know what to expect if you wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented.”
“Okay,” Killian said reluctantly. He really didn’t want to hurt Crush; Crush was the first alpha he had really trusted in a while.
That... was eye-opening to realize.
Before he could think about it, Crush took two steps forward, and threw a slow punch.
Killian sidestepped it easily. Crush smiled. The next punch came faster, harder, and suddenly Killian was moving by muscle memory. He dodged Crush’s kicks and punches. He spun on his heels, pushing Crush’s fists away to redirect the blows.
“Beautiful,” Crush murmured, in the same breath he tried to take out Killian’s legs from under him.
Killian leaped out of the way and came back with a side kick; Crush grabbed Killian’s foot and tugged him closer. Killian went with the motion, waiting ‘til the last second before throwing a punch.
Crush barely avoided that punch. He wasn’t as fast as Killian had been in his prime. But Killian was out of practice, which made this a more even match.
It wasn’t completely even though, because Crush trained regularly, and he had power behind all his moves. He wasn’t growing tired, either.
“Get on the offensive, sweetheart. I want to see if you can take me down. Use those knives.”
Killian reluctantly pulled the butter knives out of his pockets. He threw a half-hearted stab at Crush, relief sinking in when Crush blocked it. He stabbed again, faster this time. Crush blocked that too.
It was kind of hot, actually, when Killian picked up his attack speed, and Crush didn’t even get hit once by the knives.
“That’s it,” Crush purred, a slow smile curving his lips. “Now we’re talkin’.”
The more stabs and punches Killian threw, the harder he tried to take Crush down, the more he began to realize that Crush had been holding back all this time.
He put more power into his own blows, more speed.
He ran at Crush and did a high kick, only for Crush to grab his leg and flip him onto his back.
Killian rolled onto his feet, barely dodging a punch where his head had been. His heart was racing; so was Crush’s. Sweat glistened on the alpha’s skin.
In fact, the alpha’s eyes were glowing gold, his canines elongated. “Is that your best, bunny rabbit? You’ll have to try harder if you want to land a hit on me.”
Killian tried, he really did. He punched and kicked and stabbed. Sweat dripped down his neck; his muscles hummed with exertion.
“Great stamina,” Crush murmured, ducking Killian’s fist.
“I think my stamina was meant for the bedroom,” Killian blurted. Then he realized exactly how suggestive that sounded. “Fuck!”
In his distraction, Crush swept Killian’s feet out from under him. But instead of letting Killian fall all the way down, Crush grasped his arms and gently lowered him to the mat, pinning him.
Killian’s heart thundered.
“Mixed martial arts, but nothing quite like what I’ve seen,” Crush purred in Killian’s ear, his hot breath raking over Killian’s skin.
He lowered the rest of his sweaty body onto Killian, pressing those lush pecs against Killian’s back.
He straddled Killian’s thighs and fitted his bulge between Killian’s legs; Killian didn’t have to look, to know Crush was fully hard.
His cock was so big.
“That was so hot. And so beautiful,” Crush whispered, rocking his bulge against Killian’s inner thighs.
Killian moaned. “Are you going to claim your prize now?”
“Mmm. I’ll help you get off.” Crush pushed his nose into Killian’s hair, sniffing at his sweat. He ran his hands down Killian’s sides, then slipped one under him to feel up his chest. “I’ve been wanting to touch you. Pin you. Taste you. Feel you open up beneath me, and take what I have to give.”
Killian’s hole tingled; it grew hot and achy, desperate for touch. “You keep making me wet and you won’t do anything about it!”
The alpha growled, sharp teeth nipping the shell of Killian’s ear.
“You get wet for me so readily. How many times has it been now, sweetheart? Three? Four? Your perfect little hole aching to be bred, except we weren’t in a safe place yet.
I didn’t want to touch you when we weren’t safe.
But we are now. I can take as long as I want, spend as much time as I want inside you.
Milk the sweet cream from your hard, pretty cock. ”
Slick dripped down the back of Killian’s sac.
Crush palmed Killian’s asscheek and squeezed it. “Is that your special ability, bunny? Able to take my cock fast, take it hard, as many times as I want?”
Killian whimpered. “Yes, yes. Please—” He raised his ass and spread his legs, his body so fucking empty. He felt so wanton. But Crush had won the sparring match; he had more than earned his right to Killian’s hole.
Crush dragged his soft lips down Killian’s ear, down the side of his neck. Then sharp teeth sank into Killian’s skin, almost breaking it. Heat pulsed between Killian’s legs.
Killian scrambled to get his pants down; he managed to get his underwear to mid-thigh. Then he reached down and spread his cheeks. Crush snarled.
“Fuck!” Crush bit down harder. He sucked on Killian’s nape and trailed his lips along Killian’s shoulder, biting again. He kept biting Killian, gently at first, then more roughly, leaving so many teeth marks that it felt like a claim.
Killian came all over the mat, scrambling to hold onto something.
“Already?” Crush growled, his breathing ragged.
“I haven’t even touched your pretty cock or hole.
Haven’t even played with your tight little nipples.
You want to be owned, don’t you, sweetheart?
You want to be pinned down and bred like the sweet little rabbit you are, pumped full of cum until your belly bulges, until you can’t hold it all in anymore. ”
Heat exploded through Killian’s body, nothing like he’d ever felt before.
Liquid need sluiced through his veins, burning up every cell it touched.
Every part of his body grew heavy, but especially his nipples, his hips, his cock and balls and hole.
All of it tingled and ached. He spread his legs wider, lifted his hips higher, his body screaming to be filled.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed, his fingers digging bruisingly tight into Killian’s hips. “Your scent. It changed. So fucking delicious right now. I can’t step away from it. It’s like you’re begging for me to plow my cock deep, plow it hard, again and again until you’re heavy with my pups.”
All Killian could do was whine. “Please please please.”
He pressed his feverish cheek against the sparring mat, his body burning up.
Crush’s breath rushed out. He hiked Killian’s hips up and curled his fingers into Killian’s waistbands, yanking his clothes off his legs, so Killian was completely bare from the waist down.
Then he grasped Killian’s thighs and pushed them wide apart, holding him open so his sensitive, intimate parts were all on display, an offering for his alpha.
Killian choked on his moan, cum dripping from his tip. “P-please.” He raised his ass higher and spread his cheeks again, showing Crush his aching hole.
“Fuck.” There was a wet sound, like Crush was licking his lips.
“You’re dripping, sweetheart. Your hole’s all drenched and puffy, so ready to stretch around my big cock.
” Warm hands cupped Killian’s and helped to hold his cheeks spread.
Crush trailed two fingertips down Killian’s crack, all the way to his hole.
He circled it first, stroking it lightly.
Then he stroked it heavily, calluses catching against Killian’s rim.
For a second, Killian thought the alpha would push in.
But Crush trailed his touch down to Killian’s perineum, grinding down against it. Pleasure burst through Killian’s insides; he jerked and gasped, precum shooting out of his cock.
“Need, need now. Please. Need cock,” Killian whimpered, rocking against Crush’s fingers. “Inside me.”
“Fuck.” Crush brushed his thumb over Killian’s hole. With his other hand, he grasped Killian’s tight balls, carefully stroking them. “Such a cute, perfect sac.”
Killian trembled, feeling so exposed under his alpha’s examination. He had never felt this hot before, had never burned with this desperate need to have an alpha’s hands on him, an alpha’s cock in his hole.
Crush rolled Killian’s balls in his palm and pressed his fingertips against Killian’s base, before grasping the rest of his cock. Killian jerked, wheezing.
“Oh. You like this.” And Crush began to stroke his length, lightly, frustratingly, until Killian shook all over, pulsing with need. “You like it so much that you’re drooling here.”
Crush rubbed Killian’s wet slit. He smeared that slippery precum everywhere, then wrapped his fingers around Killian’s cock and began to pump. Killian’s eyes rolled back. All it took was a few more strokes, and Killian was coming hard in Crush’s hand, shooting cum everywhere.
“So fucking pretty,” Crush growled. “Look at you, obeying me so well.”