Chapter 17
A FOURTH HEAT?!
“Um, g-go ahead,” Killian said, growing hot.
What? It wasn’t his fault that he was a rabbit shifter, and his body really liked Crush’s touch. Under Crush’s attention, he grew wet in seconds, burning all over.
Crush growled. “I can smell your arousal.”
Killian blushed hotly. “Only just now, right?”
The alpha huffed. “Remember I said I could smell your slick in the car? But I can sense your arousal well before that point. I smell it when you think about sex; your scent gets all warm and sweet. You were meant to be bred, bunny.”
Killian whimpered, burying his face in his hands. “Oh gods! J-just stick your fingers inside and make sure there’s nothing! Then we can get going!”
“Mmm.” Crush rubbed his thumb over the pucker of Killian’s entrance. Then he rubbed more firmly, and pushed in. Killian bit down his moan, his cock growing fully hard. Except Crush pulled out his thumb and inserted two fingers instead.
“Just feeling around the inside of your rim,” Crush murmured. “Nothing here.” He pushed his fingers slightly deeper, swirling them in circle. Then a little deeper, and another swirl.
Then he pressed down on Killian’s prostate. Killian jerked, his eyes rolling back.
“That’s just the front half of it,” Crush said quietly, his fingers moving away from that sensitive spot.
He swirled them around and pushed deeper yet, inspecting the next section of Killian’s insides.
Then his fingers crooked against the other half of Killian’s prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure up Killian’s spine.
Killian whined, leaking precum into the tub.
“Nothing yet,” Crush murmured. “Just to be sure, I’ll have to shine a light inside. But I’ll need your help.”
He pushed his fingers all the way in to the knuckles, checking Killian with firm, short strokes. Then he withdrew his touch and bent Killian over the tub’s rounded edge, so his nipples pressed against it.
“Now, I’ll need you to keep your ass up like this, legs open.” Crush nudged Killian’s knees apart, wide enough for him to get between them. “Put your fingers in, two on each side, and open yourself.”
“That’s so shameless,” Killian moaned. But he did as instructed—four fingers hooking into his hole, scissored to give Crush the largest window he could.
“My cock opens you wider, but this will do,” Crush said.
He grabbed his phone and turned on its flashlight, pointing it between Killian’s cheeks.
Crush pressed down on Killian’s rim to stretch him wider.
Before Killian could ask about what he saw, Crush slid two fingers inside, swirling them around. “Nothing that I can see or feel.”
“M-maybe you need to probe me with something longer,” Killian blurted. “Oh, gods. I just used a porn line.”
Crush laughed. His voice dipped to a low rasp. “You’re certainly wet enough for it. Let’s see if I find anything with a new... probe.”
He set his phone down. Then the tip of his cock pushed between Killian’s fingers, sliding easily into his hole. Killian’s breath rushed out.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Crush growled. “Hold yourself open for my cock.”
He held Killian’s hips and pushed in, sliding in and out slowly as though he was still checking Killian’s inner walls for bumps. Killian tried to breathe evenly. This was serious business!
Then Crush pushed all the way inside, filling him perfectly. Killian came, his cum splashing into the water.
“So good for me,” Crush murmured, leaning in to kiss Killian’s ear. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart.”
Killian grew warmer at those words, his blood turning syrupy and thick. He couldn’t think beyond Crush inside him, his strong alpha body pressed against Killian’s naked back.
“Now, there are just a few last parts I have left to inspect,” Crush murmured, rubbing Killian’s chest. “Lean back so I can see your cock.”
At the slightest pressure of Crush’s palm, Killian leaned back. This made Crush’s cock push deeper into him. Killian wheezed.
“First, your perineum.” Crush whispered.
He slipped his fingers between Killian’s legs, pressing along his stretched rim.
Then he brought his fingers forward, rubbing the stretch of skin between his balls and hole.
Crush pressed down on Killian’s prostate from the outside; another jolt sizzled through his body. Killian bucked and whined.
The warmth in his body swelled again, an insatiable hunger that demanded his alpha’s cum.
“Need cum,” was what he said.
“Mmm. My cum?” Crush mouthed at Killian’s rabbit ear.
“P-please!”
“Do you need it in your stomach, or your hole?”
“Both.” Killian hadn’t even thought about it; the word just fell out of his mouth.
“Alright. Let me finish up the inspection, and I’ll feed you.” Crush trailed his fingertips down the back of Killian’s balls. He felt around each globe, until he knew Killian’s balls better than Killian did.
Then Crush grasped the base of Killian’s cock with two fingers, angling it down so it was pointing straight in front of him.
“Such a cute cock,” Crush murmured. “So much smaller than mine.”
Killian blushed bright red. “Did you have to point that out?”
“You like it.” Crush pulled out of Killian completely, slotting his cock between Killian’s thighs. It pushed out from behind his balls, thick and big. Clearly much bigger than what Killian had.
Killian whined at the sight; his own precum dripped onto Crush’s length. “Back inside me. Please.”
“Of course.” Crush leaned back and easily slid into Killian’s hole, earning another moan from him. “You like being touched here.”
He dragged his fingertips up Killian’s length, calluses catching against Killian’s sensitive skin. With each second of teasing, the ache in Killian’s cock grew; it pulsed desperately in Crush’s grasp, until Killian writhed and his hole fluttered.
“Sweetheart,” Crush said after a moment. “Are you in heat again?”
“D-don’t know,” Killian whimpered. All he knew was Crush’s fingers slowly swirling up his length, close to his tip. Then Crush rubbed his sensitive head, and a ragged cry ripped from Killian’s throat. He came hard, leaving his mess all over Crush’s fingers.
“Fucking hot,” Crush growled. He smeared Killian’s cum all over his cock and used it as lube, pumping Killian with his fist. Killian thrashed; Crush bent him over and held him against the bathroom floor, slamming all of his cock deep inside.
The alpha’s breathing deepened. Then he swore, his scent growing thicker, his cock bigger.
“Need,” Crush groaned, sounding pained. He gave Killian several short, hard thrusts. “Think I’m in rut again.”
He pulled out, suddenly. And he leaned back, splashing some water onto his cock. He ran his fist over it.
“Crush?” Killian looked back, feeling unbearably empty.
Crush grasped Killian’s nape. He pulled Killian over to him, stuffing his cock into Killian’s mouth. Killian moaned; Crush swore and fucked between his lips, hitting the back of his throat. Then he came, pulling out slightly so his cum ran all over Killian’s tongue and lips.
It tasted amazing. Crush pushed back into his mouth, heavy and thick, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Killian had to grab his cock to hold him inside, so he could suck down the rest of his alpha’s cum. Crush hissed several colorful curses.
He pulled out when he was still dripping; his knot hadn’t formed yet. Crush bent Killian back over the tub’s edge. And he held Killian’s cheeks open, pushing his cock back into Killian’s aching hole. Killian cried out.
This time, Crush didn’t stop. He sank his teeth lightly into Killian’s shoulder and hammered against his prostate, on and on until Killian’s spine arched, and he came hard.
Crush’s breathing grew ragged; his strokes turned forceful.
He fucked Killian until Killian came again, clawing helplessly at the floor tiles.
Only then did Crush’s cock grow thicker, his fingers gripping Killian’s hips bruisingly tight.
“Breed me,” Killian begged, his voice breaking.
Crush cursed, burying himself deep as he came. His knot swelled inside Killian, a girthy, heavy weight that soothed every live wire in Killian’s body.
It was shocking, how fast a knot in his ass could calm him down.
“I think I was born to be a hole for your knot,” Killian mumbled.
Crush snorted. “Sweetheart, give yourself a little more credit. You were born to be two holes for my cock.”
Killian snickered and reached back to smack his alpha. “Hey!”
Elsewhere in the cabin, Hansel cackled.
Of course he was listening in. Of course. The Butler Brothers were hired for security; they could hear things far beyond the cabin.
Their sex sounds were probably really loud in Hansel’s ears. Killian grimaced.
Crush gathered Killian into his arms and sat back down in the tub, holding him snugly. “I was kidding. You know I value you much more than that,” the alpha said fondly. “I want to listen to all the strange things that leave your mouth, especially when you didn’t intend for me to hear them.”
Killian whined. “That’s also terrible.”
“It’s not,” Crush said. “You make me smile like no one else can.”
Killian couldn’t wrap his mind around that.
“We probably shouldn’t have gotten distracted,” Crush said after a moment, checking the time on his phone. “We should start heading out.”
It had been such a long fucking day. All Killian wanted was to go to bed. “I was probably going into heat anyway,” Killian said. “Better here than on the road.”
“True.” Crush sighed into Killian’s hair. He ran his hands up and down Killian’s arms, then over his throat and into his hair.
“Are you scent marking me?” Killian blurted.
“Yes,” Crush growled. “Mine.”
Killian blushed; it went halfway up his rabbit ears. “You can mark me whenever you want. It’s nice.”
“Good omega,” Crush purred, rumbling in his chest.
It made everything in Killian unclench. “How do you do that?”
Crush petted Killian’s chest, then his ears. “How do I make you relax? Mostly by trial and error. Seeing what you like.”