Chapter 9 An Unexpected Heat #2
It felt as though all of Killian’s nerves had gathered in his cock. Every tiny caress sent a jolt through him; his hole clenched around nothing, and it felt so wrong.
“Please, please,” Killian whimpered, spreading his legs wider. “Inside me. I need your cock. I need you to breed me.”
A snarl ripped out of Crush. “Fuck. You make me so hard for you. There was a movement behind Killian. Then Crush’s clothed bulge pressed against Killian’s hole, big and thick. The next moment, he pulled away.
“No!” Killian’s voice broke.
Crush’s laugh was low and dark. “Oh, I wasn’t leaving you, sweetheart. I was just taking my cock out.”
Killian’s legs shook; he was so desperate for it.
Crush crowded close, covering Killian with his body.
He bit lightly on Killian’s ear and made him shudder.
In a low rasp, “I’m going to give you my bare cock, every inch of it.
I’m going to paint your insides with my cum, shoot it so deep that it’ll never come out.
I’ll smear it all over your outsides too.
All over your body, on your pretty nipples, your cock and hole.
You’ll smell like mine. Like you’ve been properly bred.
Anyone who sniffs you will know you’ve had my cum on you.
But especially here.” He ran his fingers lightly over Killian’s cock.
“And here.” He pushed his fingers inside Killian’s hole.
Crush’s fingers felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“N-need more,” Killian sobbed, tears pricking his eyes. “Please, please. Don’t make me go without. Nothing feels right anymore.”
“Fuck,” Crush growled. “You need my cock so badly, sweetheart?”
Killian nodded desperately.
Crush’s next sound was more animal than man. A hot, heavy length slid between Killian’s cheeks. Then its blunt, velvety tip pushed against Killian’s hole, a slippery pressure rubbing back and forth.
The ache in Killian’s body ebbed, but only by a little.
When Crush positioned his tip against Killian’s entrance, hot precum shot deep into his body. Killian shuddered. His precum is inside me.
Except Crush continued to tease. He whispered in Killian’s ear, “I’m going to come inside you, knot you and keep it all in there. Make sure it takes.”
Killian whined, his cock throbbing so hard, he writhed.
“You like that,” Crush growled. “What if I knot you nonstop? Fill you up with load after load of cum, carry you around on my knot so I can fuck you whenever I like.”
Killian came helplessly, his cock pulsing, his entire body shaking.
Crush swore. The next thing Killian knew, that big, thick cock was pushing into his convulsing hole, stretching him wide open.
Killian clawed at the mats, wheezing. “S-s-so big!”
“Mmmm. You’re so fucking tight,” Crush groaned and held Killian down, pushing in inch after slow inch. “Feels like you’re trying to squeeze out my cum, sweetheart.”
He reared back. When Killian peeked over his shoulder at the sudden coolness, he found Crush looking down, watching as his cock sank into Killian’s body. It was so hot that more cum pulsed out of Killian.
“So perfect,” Crush rasped, pulling out slightly and grinding back in. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like a natural.”
He pushed so deep that Killian couldn’t stop shaking; it felt so good. Killian’s eyes rolled back; he could only pant raggedly as Crush covered him with his body and fucked the rest of the way in.
Killian came again, so full of alpha cock.
“I’ll breed you,” Crush rasped, starting a hard rhythm. “I caught you and I won you. Now you’re mine.”
Killian’s body sang. Crush kept slamming against his prostate, heavy strokes that left Killian breathless. “Yes, yes please alpha, please—! Want your cock!”
Crush swore and leaned in, biting down on Killian’s shoulder to hold him in place, his cock driving deep.
When Killian came again, Crush fucked him through that orgasm.
He fucked Killian through the next one too.
Killian lost track of everything but the alpha on top of him, Crush’s hands heavy on his shoulder and hip, his cock working to breed Killian the way he was meant to be.
“I’m not going to stop breeding you,” Crush panted.
“I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter, over the couch, over the bed, pin you and make you take my cock whenever I want.
This hole here?” He traced his thumb along Killian’s stretched rim.
“This is mine. You will know my knot, and my knot only.
I will fuck you ‘til you gape, carry you around on my knot, and make you come until you black out.”
Killian came with a cry, his balls writhing. “Need your cum. Please alpha. Please. Fill me and knot me. I don’t want you to ever pull out.”
“Fuck!” Crush roared, his cock swelling as he came deep inside, hot jets of cum flooding Killian’s body. Almost immediately, his knot swelled at his base. He held Killian down, keeping himself buried deep so his round, girthy knot thickened behind Killian’s rim, locking inside his body.
It kept growing. It stretched Killian wider and wider, a steady pressure against Killian’s prostate that made him shudder whenever either of them moved. Killian scrabbled at the sparring mat, coming again.
“Yeah? You like my knot?” Crush rumbled, rolling his hips so his knot pressed against that spot. Killian tried to breathe.
“Y-y-you’re gonna m-make me come again,” Killian whined, his voice breaking.
“Come,” Crush said, shoving his knot deeper.
Killian came violently. Before he could ride out his climax, Crush was rolling his hips, grinding down with his knot to push Killian into his next gasping orgasm. He did this relentlessly, until Killian was incoherent and his entire body was a bundle of nerves, pleasure filling his every cell.
That whole time, Crush continued to come inside him. Then his thrusts began to pick up again, faster and harder, his breathing growing ragged.
He came a second time inside Killian, still knotted, his cock pulsing. Killian’s instincts purred.
Bred, his instincts sang. Bred by a big alpha cock.
Killian blacked out.
When he woke up some time later, he realized he was lying on the covers of a huge, soft bed. He was in a large, airy room with picture windows and a high ceiling, and various wolf paintings on the walls.
“You’re awake,” someone rumbled behind him.
Killian startled, blinking rapidly at the warm arm wrapped around him, and the wall of heat plastered against his back.
“You’re safe,” the alpha said before he could panic. “We sparred in the gym and got... carried away. I brought you here after you passed out.” Warm breath puffed in his hair, accompanied by a nuzzle. “Well, I took a detour and dressed the bullet graze on your arm. Hope that’s okay.”
There was a light wrapping around Killian’s bicep, and the scent of antiseptic cream.
“Crush,” Killian blurted. I can trust him. His entire body relaxed.
“You remember.” Crush sounded pleased. He wrapped himself more snugly around Killian, all muscle and strength. “Mine.”
“Y-yours?” Killian’s thoughts stuttered and blanked out. “Did we, uh, do some weird wolf bonding ritual that we can’t undo? Like those selkie coats? Or like if you smashed your Gran’s ninetieth birthday cake in front of everyone and there’s no backup cake?”
Crush was stock-still for half a second. Then he began to tremble, telltale huffs of laughter escaping his nose. “Have you actually done that, bunny? Mowed down your Gran’s birthday cake?”
Killian shrank into himself, his ears burning. “Uh. Yes?”
“You poor thing.” Crush squeezed him.
“It was so embarrassing,” Killian whined.
“I didn’t know the cake was there! I was trying to escape the scary receptionist at the retirement home so I ran, except they were carrying Gran’s cake across the function room and.
.. and I ran into it. And it flew across the room and splattered all over her lap.
A blueberry even got wedged up her nose; I didn’t know how it got there!
” Killian hid his face, mortified all over again.
“It was all everyone could talk about for years.”
Crush chuckled, rubbing Killian’s chest. “How did your Gran react to it, though? Was she mad?”
“No, she... she laughed,” Killian admitted, cringing again.
“I bet you made her day,” Crush said. “There were lots of people there, right? She didn’t even have to do any cleanup. It was done for her. And maybe she could eat as much of the cake as she wanted because it all landed in her lap. She didn’t have to share it with her guests.”
Killian wracked his brain. “Actually... maybe you’re right. I think I remember her scooping handfuls of cake into her mouth.”
“There you go.” Crush rumbled and nuzzled his nape. “Breathe through your embarrassment. Let it go. Your Gran enjoyed her birthday.”
It had haunted Killian for years, made worse because Gran was no longer around for him to ask her about it. But now that Crush was pointing out these little details, the memory didn’t seem quite so horrific anymore.
“Oh,” Killian whispered, a boulder rolling off his chest. He breathed and tried to reframe that memory. Tears pricked his eyes. “Thank you. That... That helped.”
Crush nuzzled him, his rumbles vibrating into Killian’s back. “So, when’s your next heat?”
“Um, I think next week...?” Something tickled Killian’s mind. “Mine don’t come at regular intervals, I kinda have to guess...”
Except the pounding desire earlier had sure felt a lot like his heat. Killian rarely lost control of himself; he was rarely so hot for cock that he begged so desperately.
Had he just gone into heat with Crush? Had Crush come inside him twice?
And were they still knotted together?!
Killian panicked a little. “Actually, I think...”
Before Killian could finish his sentence, someone barked, and a man screamed.
“Who let the pup out?!”