Chapter Thirty
Bowie
Kari hummed to himself as he clattered around in the kitchen making lunch.
His scent was driving Bowie to distraction.
He’d never felt this out of sorts by it before.
He waved a hand in front of his face, trying to move the scent away when something unusual happened in his boxer briefs.
Bowie glanced at his lap, wide eyed at the gush of slick, which soaked through his pants.
Ewww!
Up and moving silently towards his bedroom, a shaking started inside him.
He barely made it into the room, his limbs feeling like they belonged to someone else.
It wasn’t the only thing wrong. Bowie’s clothes were abrasive on his oversensitive skin.
Unable to tolerate them a second longer, he clawed at them to get them off.
They landed on the floor in a trail behind him as he staggered straight to the bathroom to get something to wipe up the slick continuing to drip out of him.
Bowie collapsed onto the toilet to hide what was happening because what he wanted to do felt…
wrong. All the touching Kari had done in the last three days was wonderful, but none of that mattered now his body had messed up and missed a step it usually went through—the preparing stage of his heat.
He only had his other experiences to go on, and he’d never wanted to strip and hunt Kari to ride his cock.
He whimpered with how hard his cock was, and the need to get up and find Kari worsened with every inhale.
What was happening was worse—so much worse than ever before. He hurt, the painful need burning every nerve ending inside of him.
“Bowie… fuck… Bowie,” He heard Kari shout, and his feet thudding on carpet before he charged into the bathroom. Bowie couldn’t help but stare hungrily at the alpha now standing in the doorway.
“Daddy,” whimpered Bowie, his desperation forcing his hands to reach out and grab hold of Kari’s cock.
Kari’s groan was pure torture as he stepped back, and Bowie sobbed.
“Daddy just needs to strip Babycakes,” Kari reassured, while he reached for the hem of his T-shirt, ripping it off. The sweats were gone seconds later, kicked into the corner of the bathroom.
“What do you need, Babycakes? Daddy’s right here for you.” Kari came closer, and Bowie hungered for the cock so close to him. The thick, veiny, tasty cock that was his. He wanted it to split him in two. Wanted it so badly he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Cock, want cock,” he sobbed, a part of him not quite believing he was begging in this way.
Lifted off the toilet, Kari’s touch sent him into a frenzy of need.
Nothing else mattered but getting what he wanted.
Bowie attacked Kari’s mouth, his hands roaming frantically over the firm muscles that bunched under the strain.
His legs wrapped around Kari’s middle, rocking against the warm ridges of silky skin.
The friction against his shaft was perfect, and his ass clenched on the hard flesh sat under his bottom.
Close, but not close enough, it enhanced the emptiness.
He wriggled, rocked and worked to impale himself on the cock, his lips clinging to Kari’s hungrily, not wanting to give them up, even though the need to express his desire was warring within him.
His back hit something solid and his dazed gaze met Kari’s as fingers slid down the crack of his slick coated hole and thrust inside. He rocked on them as Kari spread his fingers. They weren’t deep enough to touch the burning deep inside that was crushing him alive.
“Cock. Cock. Cock,” he sob-chanted, trying to make sense of why Kari wasn’t doing what he promised. “Help me, Daddy! Help me,” he pleaded.
“Hold on to Daddy’s neck.” The rasped words floated around his head before Bowie could clutch at them long enough to make sense of them.
He ran his fingers through the soft hair at the base of Kari’s neck and clung on. The fingers inside him disappeared and he cried out in distress at the emptiness. His body reacted with a gush of slick and his ass clenching frantically to get hold of something to stop the pain consuming him.
Kari lifted him higher, and the silky, broad head of his cock slid over his sensitive hole.
Bowie couldn’t form any words, his eyes begging for what he wanted—needed.
Driven, he pushed down with all his might, seeking what he wanted.
There was pressure, and a stretch that made him rejoice despite the burning firing through his system.
It didn’t matter when it soothed the monstrous need inside him.
Neck arching, his body strained to get Kari to sink deeper inside him.
“That’s it. Fuck Daddy the way you need to.”
Consumed by the all-consuming need, Bowie did not know what Kari was saying.
It was all instinct now. He locked his ankles together and gripped Kari’s hair, rocking violently against him.
Fanning the flames of his desires until they raged uncontrollably, Bowie thrust until all he could feel was Kari’s cock deep inside.
It still wasn’t enough. He crushed it within his ass, not wanting it to leave, even as he rode it with a blinding passion. Nothing made sense but the need.
“More. More. More,” he chanted raggedly, uncertain why when Kari’s balls slapped under his ass with every maddening thrust.
Kari made a sound that was more animal than man. “My knot, you need my knot?”
Something told Bowie that was what he craved, and he nodded frantically, thrusting, and groaning, attempting to get that from Kari.
“Gods,” Kari exclaimed, his eyes all wolf before his mouth met Bowie’s in a frantic kiss, a low and needy mewl rumbling up his throat. His skin, slick with sweat, went unnoticed along with how his chest heaved from the effort when he felt an intense pressure start in his ass.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
This, he needed this. He couldn’t live without it.
Every cell was consumed in the flood of rightness.
The stretching went on and on as Kari didn’t stop devouring him.
Kisses, deep and filthy, one after another.
Kari worshipped his mouth until Bowie lost all sense of self.
His vision wavered, and his eyelids squeezed tightly shut when his brain and body somehow begged for this.
Pain—pleasure registered when the knot held him captive and hot scolding cum filled his ass in violent spurts.
He yanked away and cried in sheer joy at the feeling of cum coating his insides, triggering his own release. The power of it shattered Bowie’s reality into a million pieces only for it to reform into something he didn’t understand with how violently his body was reacting.
Kari’s growls and the wolf staring at him made each tug to his balls spurt more cum over Kari.
The white marks trailing over his skin thrilled Bowie.
Endless, it seemed, though the desire didn’t dissipate.
It expanded the same as the knot that held him pinned to Kari.
It connected them on a cellular level. Everything was different.
He held the power, the key, and he wasn’t ever giving them up.
“My boy,” Kari rasped, exhaling noisily.
Throat dry, Bowie barely managed to respond. “My Daddy.”
“Always,” he replied against Bowie’s mouth, hungrily kissing him once more and increasing the sensual attack on his nervous system.
He shuddered through each ripple of pleasure tugging at his balls and rode the waves he’d never understood had a purpose. Kari did, and that was all that mattered to Bowie, now and forever. The thought skimmed over his clouded mind and solidified.
Forever ours.
Yes, forever ours.
The coolness against his dry lips pushed a little more firmly and Bowie worked to get his exhausted body to comply. He considered it a win when he managed to crack his eyes open while parting his lips.
“Take a sip for me. Come on Babycakes, Daddy needs you to do as I say.”
It was a little harder to get his head higher, so as not to choke on the icy sweetness of the juice wetting his lips. A large hand came and cradled his head. “That’s it, I’ve got you.”
How Kari had any energy left, Bowie had no clue.
They had both made use of nearly every room in his apartment.
He took several sips, careful not to meet Kari’s gaze.
Bowie was still processing what he’d done.
What they’d done. The imaginative ways Kari had helped Bowie while he’d begged unashamedly for Kari to fuck him in every conceivable position would be embarrassing once he got some energy back—in the next century, maybe.
He was back in the bedroom, and the place stank of sex—of cum.
Kari had changed the sheets after giving Bowie a shower to freshen him up before they’d climbed in to get some much needed sleep.
“Bowie, look at Daddy.”
The soft demand was impossible to ignore, as much as he wanted to. He wasn’t ready to do that, yet. When he finally did, Kari’s gaze held affection and nothing more.
“I’m sensing you’re embarrassed by what we did. Is that all I’m picking up?”
Tension radiated off Kari, the kind that put knots in Bowie’s stomach. “What else could it be?” he asked, uncertain what other reason there would be.
Kari visibly relaxed, a smile tugging at his lips. “I was worried that maybe I was too… rough?”
Heat flooded Bowie’s cheeks at recalling exactly how he’d demanded Kari do all manner of things that could be conceived as ‘rough’, some of which weren’t rough enough, at the time.
Now that his mind was clear of the sexual haze of his heat, he didn’t know how to say that without sounding ungrateful or coming across as weird.
“Bowie, you have to be honest with Daddy if we want to make sure you get all your needs taken care of in your next heat.”
Kari was right, only that wasn’t what Bowie was thinking about. No, it was the confidence that Kari had about being with Bowie when that happened.
“You want to do it again?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” A frown replaced the smile.
Bowie pushed his way up to sitting, and Kari moved back, giving him room, still holding the half full glass of fruit juice. His gaze dropped to his hands, and he fidgeted with the covers. “I… I wasn’t acting like me.”
A finger came under his chin, gently encouraging him to look up.
“Babycakes, you were acting like an omega going through their heat. There is nothing wrong with the way you behaved, nothing.” Kari brushed his lips softly against Bowie’s.
“I’ll confess it was a genuine struggle to stop my wolf biting you with how gorgeously wild you were for us.
It’s better than any of those foods that profess to hold aphrodisiac qualities. ”
“I am?” Bowie considered that, wondering if Kari was just trying to make him feel better.
“You are.” He took Bowie’s hand and placed over the loose pants he wore, pressing it against the aroused cock beneath. “Just thinking about what we did makes me excited for your next heat, even though it is months away.”
Bowie giggled at Kari sounding utterly miffed by that. Peeking up from under his eyelashes, he confessed, “Me too.”
Kari kissed him soundly, and despite how his body ached in certain places after his enthusiasm, his cock thickened.
“What do you say, we see if we can re-create the energy you had during your heat?” Kari kissed his way down Bowie’s throat to the pounding pulse at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Humm?”
“That… argh… is a good plan,” he finished on a gasp as there was a clink of glass on wood before the covers were whipped from his body and he was pushed back against the mattress.
Kari’s eyes twinkled with naughtiness. “Stick with me, I’ve plenty of them.”
We are.
Bowie agreed fully with his animal side. They weren’t going anywhere.