Chapter 11 Adri
“What the fuck? I can’t … You can’t … I’ve come three times already,” Adri said, whimpering as his hips jerked up in a vain attempt to try to get Rafe to stroke his cock harder.
He’d never been so hard. Never ached so much.
Never come so many times so quickly and had it only drive his arousal higher.
Every part of his skin that touched his mate’s vibrated with desire.
His balls hurt like someone had been squeezing the cum right out of them, and somehow they were still full and desperate.
Rafe lifted his head from the exquisite torture he’d been wreaking on his nipples and brushed a soft kiss across his lips that had Adri chasing his mouth for more.
“Do you want me to stop?” Rafe asked, his face hovering over Adri’s and his hand pausing where it had been working over his dick.
Adri huffed and squeezed his eyes shut. “No,” he whispered.
“Good kitten,” Rafe murmured, pressing another kiss to his lips and tightening his grip to stroke him with more purpose.
Adri moaned into his mouth, shoving his tongue in to explore as Rafe finally let him jerk his hips up into his grip to take his pleasure from his hand.
“I need you inside me, dammit,” Adri cried, frustration filling him as he tried to chase an orgasm he was too sexually exhausted to find.
“I can’t risk taking that beautiful ass of yours tonight, kitten. I’d claim you as soon as I came. But give me one more and I’ll slide up this bed and come between those lush lips of yours.”
“Need it,” Adri whined, too far gone to care about anything but finally making his mate come. “Help me.”
“Always,” Rafe said, right before another wave of that intoxicating moonlit magic thrummed through his cock and balls, ripping an orgasm from Adri that had his vision turning white.
His rhythmic screams of pleasure were cut off by the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted as Rafe pushed the thick head of his cock to his lips.
He was so out of it he hadn’t even noticed his mate moving.
Adri tipped his face up, ripping his hands away from the headboard to dig his clawed fingers into Rafe’s hips and position him so he could drive down into his throat the way he wanted.
Rafe groaned above him. “Tell me you want this,” he said, somehow managing to pull his hips away so his cock wasn’t resting on Adri’s tongue anymore.
Adri tried to pull him back, but Rafe was too strong. Fuck, that was hot.
“I want it so bad I’m probably going to orgasm again just from feeling you come down my throat from fucking my face.”
“You’re so beautiful like this.”
Adri pressed against Rafe’s hips to pause him before he could slip his cock back between his lips, and the doc instantly stopped.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I can take it as deep as you want, but I need to taste you when you come. Please.”
Rafe’s eyes flashed gold and his fangs lengthened, the racing of his heart a reassurance that Adri wasn’t the only one completely overcome by this thing between them.
Done with talking now he’d said what he needed to say, Adri let his tongue slip out to lap at the head of Rafe’s cock that was just in reach, knowing the rasping texture would drive him crazy.
“Going to spin around so I can watch you come untouched, just like you said.”
“No magic this time. Save your strength,” Adri said as Rafe repositioned them.
The angle was perfect now to take the wolf shifter right down his throat, so Adri didn’t bother giving him any warning. He just tilted his head right back and dragged Rafe down to the root.
He hadn’t been joking when he said he’d probably come again just from this.
Somewhere between the third and fourth orgasms Rafe had coaxed from his body, he’d become hypersensitive, and all the wires in his body were well and truly crossed.
It felt like it was harder to stop himself from coming than it was to come.
How many times could he climax if Rafe didn’t relent?
He knew the answer. Only as many as he wanted.
Only as many as he could safely have. Rafe wouldn’t let anything else be true.
The feel of his mate’s cock on his tongue was everything.
Dizzy from arousal, desperate to please, he worshipped his length like he never had anyone before.
Every sense was tuned in to Rafe’s pleasure.
He alternated sucking him deep and hard, with teasing licks and kisses that he could tell drove Rafe wild because he heard every caught breath, every skipped heartbeat.
The scent of Rafe’s arousal spiked each time he gave him pleasure, feeding his own.
The vibrations of Adri’s moans of pleasure were what finally seemed to make Rafe lose control.
His hips thrust down to bury his length in Adri’s throat over and over again until tears were streaming down his cheeks and his saliva was slick down his chin in the best way.
The gasping breaths Adri managed weren’t quite enough to stop him becoming light-headed, and it only made the throbbing neediness in his groin even worse.
His every sense was subsumed by Rafe. As he felt his mate’s hips stutter and his cock thicken in his mouth, the pleasure grew overwhelming.
It was Rafe pulling back to make sure he could taste the first spurt of his release that threw Adri over the edge one last time.
Adri’s cries and moans had Rafe swearing as he pushed deep again to finish as far inside him as he could go while Adri’s perfectly overstimulated cock jerked and shot all over his stomach, untouched.
He was almost too blissed out drowning in his mate’s pleasure to feel his own, but this release finally brought that bone-deep satisfaction he’d been seeking.
The satisfaction of knowing he’d taken care of Rafe as well as he’d been taken care of.
When he finally managed to prise his eyes back open, it was to a warm cloth gently wiping down his oversensitive skin before Rafe pulled him into his arms. With his ear resting on Rafe’s chest, he let himself sink into the moment to the soundtrack of his heartbeat.
“I can’t believe you came again just from blowing me. You’re perfection,” Rafe murmured, bending to press a kiss to his forehead.
Adri groaned and hid his face in the soft hair of his chest. “Don’t make it into a thing.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a thing,” Rafe replied, voice still soft as he traced a hand up and down Adri’s back, calming his still-trembling muscles. “How are you feeling?”
“Don’t doctor me.”
“I asked you a question, kitten,” Rafe said, a hint of warning in his tone.
For once, Adri couldn’t be bothered fighting him. “I’m fine.”
Rafe tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze, his brow furrowed in concern. “If you’re just fine after that, we did something wrong. I did something wrong.”
Adri huffed in annoyance, wrapping his arm more tightly around Rafe where it rested at his waist. “More than fine, okay? I’ve never come so hard or so many times.”
“Was it too much?”
“I can take whatever you’ve got, Doc.”
“Yes, but do you want to? Did you let me do that for me or for you?”
Adri tried to look away, but Rafe wasn’t having it. “Both.”
Rafe’s expression softened. “So good for me.”
“There it is. Took it too far,” Adri growled, sparking a laugh from Rafe. Fuck, he loved the sound of Rafe’s laugh.
“Forced orgasms are okay, but praise after sex is a bridge too far?”
“Pretty much,” Adri muttered, jerking his chin out of Rafe’s grip so he could nuzzle into his neck instead.
They fell asleep like that—all wrapped up in each other—and when they woke the next morning to the buzz of a phone, somehow Adri had only twined himself even tighter around Rafe’s body.
Adri grumbled as Rafe jostled his head reaching toward the bedside table. His claws slipped out of his fingers to knead Rafe’s chest where his hand was resting palm down. Rafe’s soft hiss had Adri freezing and retracting them as he woke up enough to realise what he’d done.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, nuzzling into Rafe’s pec to lick the pinpricks he’d left and drawing in a deep breath of scent.
“Don’t be sorry. I like it,” Rafe said, placing a warm hand over his and twining their fingers together to keep it there as he checked his messages.
“Who’s messaging at this hour?”
Rafe laughed and kissed his head. “It’s ten in the morning already, sweetheart.”
“Fuck. I need to tell Vee where I am. I’m usually there to help coach.”
“Marco will have taken care of it already. Pretty sure she knows it’s up to you when and how much you want to work now.”
Adri stiffened and tried to pull away, but Rafe wouldn’t let him go. “What the fuck did I say about not controlling my life, Doc?”
Rafe put the phone down and turned to face him, tilting his chin up and pressing a hard kiss to his lips that Adri did his best to resist, but found himself caving and opening up to regardless.
“You can keep doing exactly what you have been if you want. We made it so that you could control your life more. So no one can tell you where to be except you… and Marco when he needs you.”
Adri rolled his eyes. “He’s not my damn Alpha.”
“So you don’t want in on scoping out the location your friends from last night ended up at? It’s a pack-only operation.”
Adri scowled at him. Opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off. Thought better of it.
“Are you going?” he asked.
“Yes. Marco needs me to look over any medical equipment and wants me on hand in case we end up facing someone feral again.”
Adri shivered. His memories of the fight were still a bit scattered, but he could remember looking into eyes with no humanity as his arm started to tear away from his body.
“Then I’m going, too. Someone needs to watch your back, and I might recognise any fighters there.”
He really hoped he didn’t, though. What if all the fighters he’d helped move on from the ring had just ended up in a warehouse somewhere being experimented on? His emotions must’ve been showing on his face, because Rafe pulled him close, wrapping him back in his arms.