Chapter 20 #2
Crush swore. He slipped his hand between Killian’s shoulder blades and dragged it down his spine, all the way to his ass. There, he lifted Killian’s hips, all the better to grind their cocks together. Killian wheezed. Crush’s fingers returned between his cheeks, circling his hole.
“So fucking wet for me,” Crush whispered, dropping kisses down Killian’s chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it so milk leaked out. “Mmm. Wet everywhere, aren’t you, bunny? Your body is begging to be stuffed so full.”
He circled Killian’s hole again. Then he pushed multiple fingers inside, opening him up.
The stretch felt so good. Killian clutched at Crush’s shoulders, trying to breathe. “Need!”
“What do you need?” Crush’s sharp teeth nicked Killian’s skin.
He was strong. Powerful. He took down people with those hands and teeth. And now here he was, braced above Killian, his cock ready to push inside.
“Breed me,” Killian sobbed. “I want you to fuck me like an animal. I mean, fuck me like you’re the animal. I’m not the animal here.”
Crush coughed, burying his face against Killian’s neck. His shoulders shook a little.
Killian whined. “Not again!”
Crush crooked his fingers against Killian’s prostate, so Killian gasped. “There we go,” Crush rumbled. “You want me to fuck you good and hard, don’t you, sweetheart? Make you mine. You want me to fuck you like you were meant to be bred. Shove my cock so deep inside, you’ll never get it out.”
Killian’s insides grew so hot, he couldn’t think. “Yesyesyes. Now. Please!”
Crush’s breathing grew rough. Then he wheezed and jerked, and his scent turned deep and musky.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed, his teeth pricking Killian’s skin. They were sharper than before. Precum dripped onto Killian’s stomach; Crush’s cock felt hotter, thicker. “Did I... I think I... Fuck! I think I just went into rut again.”
Killian’s ass made so much slick, he ached. “Oh gods, now. Need your big rut cock.”
Crush hissed. The temperatures soared under the covers; Crush swept them off.
With more light, Killian saw the way Crush’s pupils had blown wide, leaving a thin ring of gold around them. His fangs had descended, his hands tipped with claws. And his cock... It was bigger, redder, like it really needed to unload.
“Breed me,” Killian begged. “One load isn’t enough. I need you to make sure I’m bred.”
Crush snarled, precum shooting all over Killian’s belly.
He flattened his hand against Killian’s chest and held him down.
“Careful what you wish for, bunny. I’m not gonna take my cock out at all tonight.
What I will do is knot you and fuck you, and knot you again.
Give you so many loads, you’ll look pregnant. ”
Slick flowed out of Killian’s ass. Crush’s nostrils flared; he glanced down.
His next growl vibrated through Killian’s chest. The alpha grabbed Killian under the knees and pushed his legs up, spreading him wide open.
“I’m going to fuck you loose, sweetheart.
You won’t be able to hold my cum inside, but that’s okay, because I’ll hold it in for you with my knot.
I’ll shove my tip against your womb entrance and shoot my cum in there, make sure you get a full load. I’ll make sure it takes inside you.”
At those words, Killian’s heat razed through him. He cried out and clawed at Crush, his hole fluttering emptily. “S-stop teasing!”
Crush’s smile was wolfish and hungry, fangs flashing.
He pushed Killian’s legs wider so all of him was exposed.
And he rubbed his red cock between Killian’s cheeks, letting its slippery weight brand Killian’s skin.
But instead of pushing in, Crush released one of Killian’s legs, angling his tip against Killian’s perineum.
Precum covered him there, shooting all the way up the back of Killian’s balls.
“Gorgeous,” the alpha rumbled. He smeared his precum all over Killian’s sac, wrapping his wet hand around Killian’s cock to cover it in his fluids. “Now you smell like mine here, too.”
“You may as well write your name there, while you’re at it,” Killian moaned.
Somehow, Crush’s pupils dilated even more. “Hansel,” he barked.
“On it,” the butler said. The front door opened and closed; footsteps hurried away.
“What did you just—”
“Shhh. You’ll find out in a second.” Crush rutted against Killian’s empty hole, the heat of him tingling Killian’s sensitive rim. He gripped himself and stroked, spurting precum all over Killian—his inner thighs, his chest, his nipples.
“Inside,” Killian whined. “Now.”
Crush groaned. He rubbed his blunt tip over Killian’s entrance, notching his tip inside to cover Killian’s inner walls with precum. The next thing Killian knew, Crush was pushing in, thick inches all at once, stretching him so blissfully that he came around his alpha.
“F-feels so good,” he wheezed. “More, now.”
Crush swore and began to pound inside, good hard strokes that had their hips clapping together, his balls smacking against Killian’s ass.
The way Crush was watching his face, taking in every reaction.
.. It felt like belonging. Like being wanted.
Especially when Crush leaned in and kissed him again, his tongue thrusting into Killian’s mouth at the same time his cock filled Killian’s hole.
“So good for me,” Crush growled against his lips. “You take my cock so well. You love having it inside you. If I could, I would ride your sweet ass all day. Bend you over the couch, over the kitchen counter, and fuck every last drop of cum out of you.”
“Yes,” Killian moaned, on the edge again.
“Beautiful,” Crush whispered. He changed the angle of his thrusts, so Killian’s eyes rolled back and he came.
Crush groaned and pounded into Killian’s clenching hole, his own breathing ragged.
There came a knock on the bedroom door. “Howl Master. Body-safe and waterproof.”
Something flew through the air. Crush caught it. “Thanks.”
He slowed down his thrusts; Killian whined in protest. Except Crush pulled out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside.
“Don’t go,” Killian whimpered. “Need your knot. Need your cum.”
Crush’s eyes flashed. “Yeah. Let me do this first. I’m going to mark you, make you mine in a different way.”
He looked down, something short and slim in his hand.
It was a purple felt-tip marker.
Crush grabbed a handful of the bedsheets, using them to dry Killian’s lower body. Then he leaned in, carefully writing something around Killian’s hole. His hands were shaking.
“Wh-what’re you writing?”
“‘Belongs to Crush’,” the alpha growled. “It looks fucking good with you stretched around my cock.”
Killian panted, his body growing hotter. And hotter yet when Crush held down Killian’s cock, writing the same thing on its underside.
But Crush didn’t stop there. He wrote his name repeatedly up and down Killian’s cock. Then he held it upright, swiped the wetness off Killian’s sensitive tip, and wrote his name right across it.
Killian shuddered, throbbing harder than ever. This. This felt like belonging too, in a different, visceral way.
He shook so hard, Crush had to hold his cock steady to write his name on it. “Crush, alpha, please. Don’t make me wait.”
Crush groaned, finally capping the body marker. He dropped it on the bed and raked his gaze over Killian’s intimate parts, breathing harder. “Fuck, you look perfect. Mine.”
Killian moaned. His cock tingled, Crush’s name all over him like a brand. Except Crush pulled out completely. Killian thrashed. The alpha held him down, held him spread. And he leaned in, blowing breathlessly on Killian’s cock.
“Making sure the ink dries so it doesn’t smudge,” Crush panted. “Don’t worry. I have several loads for you. My balls are so fucking full of cum.”
He pushed back inside with a rough thrust, impaling Killian on his cock. Killian sobbed with relief. Crush gathered him into his arms, pressing kisses all over Killian’s face. He kissed Killian softly on the lips, still panting, before turning the kiss hot and filthy.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Crush hissed. “My name all over your pretty ass. Mine. Fuck, I need to come.” He held Killian down and pounded into him.
Everything felt more intense with Crush’s markings. Those intimate parts were not Killian’s anymore; they belonged to Crush. They were Crush’s to use however he wanted.
Killian came hard, his body convulsing. Crush swore and increased the speed of his thrusts.
“That’s it. Take my cock, sweetheart. But maybe I shouldn’t be saying that—this is mine now.” Crush reached between them, thumbing the words around Killian’s hole. His breath rushed out. “This is my hole, and I get to come in it whenever I want.”
Killian came again, shaking with the force of his release.
“I’m going to mark you inside and outside,” Crush hissed. “Breed you again.”
“P-please!”
Crush came with a roar, his cock pulsing.
His knot swelled faster than it had before; he kept it buried and kept going, grinding it against Killian’s prostate so Killian bucked and writhed, coming again.
And again. Pleasure crackled down Killian’s nerves like fire.
Crush’s breathing grew even more ragged; sweat glistened on his body as he worked Killian’s sweet spot.
“I want your cum,” Killian pleaded. “Again.”
Crush pinned Killian and came again, warmth flooding him inside.
Killian lost track of how many loads Crush deposited in him. They fell asleep between rounds of mating; whenever Crush’s knot went down, he fucked Killian to make it swell again, keeping Killian tied to him nonstop. Killian’s belly bulged with how full he was.
“Before I forget,” Crush murmured as they floated in the afterglow. “The ink comes off with oil. If you want me to stop treating your hole like it’s mine to come in whenever I want, all you have to do is wipe off the markings. There’s a bottle of baby oil and some cotton pads in the bathroom.”
Crush said all this hesitantly, as though he was secretly hoping that Killian wouldn’t do it.
“Okay,” Killian said, his cheeks growing hot.
They fell back into a companionable silence. Crush wrapped himself around Killian, falling asleep with his nose tucked into Killian’s hair.
In the darkness of the bedroom, Killian carefully traced the ink on his skin.
Crush hadn’t wanted Killian to remove his claim. But just because he wanted Killian this week, didn’t mean he would still want Killian six months from now, or maybe even a year.
The thought of Crush leaving put a terrible dread in Killian’s stomach.
This wasn’t the big L-word, right? It couldn’t be. They hadn’t known each other for very long.
What were the chances of Crush sticking around? It seemed unlikely. Sure, Killian made him laugh. Sure, they had great sex.
But what if Crush grew tired of Killian, and stuck around just for the pups?
That had to be good enough, right?
Killian swallowed and shoved aside those depressing thoughts, pulling Crush’s arm more tightly around himself.