Chapter 2 Max #2
“No,” Max said, wriggling his ass. “Just thinking about that boy. We should have a three-way with him.”
“We will,” Harland promised. He lowered himself down, lining the tip of his cock up with Max’s hole. “He’s coming back on Saturday. We can seduce him properly then.”
Max made a happy noise that turned into a grunt when Harland pushed into him. Thick and hard, Harland’s cock would be a challenge even for experienced bottoms, and as it pushed deeper into his hole, Max grit his teeth and bore down.
The stretch was painful, his anal ring burning as the thick, girthy cock forced him open, but it also felt good.
The drag over his prostate made his thighs and abs tremble.
“Do you need a minute?” Harland asked when he’d bottomed out, his arms coming around to clamp around Max’s chest and hold him tight. He was heavy, pushing Max down into the mattress as he speared him with his cock, and as he spoke into Max’s neck, he sounded smug.
“No,” Max said, even though he maybe should have said yes. His ass was burning, but the pleasure just about made up for the pain, and he knew that as he relaxed, all that would be left was bliss.
Harland didn’t question him. He lifted his hips, keeping his chest plastered to Max’s back, his cock dragging on Max’s insides as it withdrew.
When just the tip of his cock remained inside, the wide cock-head holding Max’s rim open, Harland slammed his hips down and buried himself in one brutal stroke.
Max yelped, and then yelped again when Harland set up a punishing rhythm, fucking him with hard, sure strokes that felt like he was trying to pound him through the mattress.
“Like that,” Max stuttered, clutching at Harland’s arm when it moved up to wrap around his throat. “Yes, just like that. Fuck me.”
This was Max’s favorite position. He loved the feeling of Harland's arm curled around his throat, almost choking him, and the weight of his body pinning him in place and rendering him unable to move.
Every time Harland bottomed out, his thick cock reaching deep into Max’s guts and making him feel hollowed out, dominated and claimed, he ground Max’s cock into the mattress and sent sparks shooting up his spine.
“Don’t,” Harland warned when Max snaked his hand underneath his body to jerk himself off. He was so close to coming, and all he needed was a little squeeze and he’d be over the edge.
He froze, and then his whole body went limp with submission.
“Good boy,” Harland rumbled, fucking him faster. He moved one hand under Max’s body, but rather than jerk him off, he wrapped his hand around the base of Max’s cock and balls and squeezed his fingers into an impromptu cock-ring.
“Harland,” Max whined, feeling his orgasm being kept cruelly at bay. “Let me come.”
“I come first,” Harland growled, and then, with a twitch of his hips, did just that. He bottomed out, his long, methodical strokes turning into rough little jabbing motions as he shot his load into Max’s hole.
Max was about to demand his turn when he was distracted by a new feeling.
Harland was still in the middle of his orgasm, filling Max up with thick jets of come, but it almost felt like his cock was getting bigger.
Max’s anal ring went from feeling loose and accepting to feeling like he was being stretched again.
“Harland, what’s that?” he asked, gritting his teeth as Harland’s cock continued to grow. Harland stopped fucking him, pushing all the way inside and lodging the weird extra thickness inside of Max’s rectum.
Harland just grunted, his teeth finding the bite on Max’s neck and sinking back into his skin.
Max whimpered, his orgasm crashing over him the second Harland bit him. The hand squeezing down at the base of his cock and balls was no match for the tender pleasure of being bitten and claimed.
It hit Max like a freight train that the growing thing in his ass was Harland’s knot. Huge and merciless, the thick bump on the base of Harland’s cock was plugging Max’s hole tight, trapping Harland’s load inside and pushing brutally against Max’s overstimulated prostate.
Max knew that Harland had been a werewolf before he was a vampire, and it was pretty obvious that he’d been an alpha, but he hadn’t known that he still had a knot.
He’d never had one before.
Harland didn’t have any other werewolf attributes that Max knew about. He didn’t shift – either in part or into an actual wolf – and up until now he’d seemed entirely unaffected by the full moon.
“Mine,” Harland growled, grinding his knot into Max’s hole and licking over the reopened wound of his bite.
Something had obviously changed. Max wondered if it had to do with admitting that they were together as a couple, but that didn’t feel right. They had been doing this for over three years now, and the shift to having actual feelings had happened ages ago.
“Yours,” Max agreed, deciding to think about why Harland had a knot later. Right now, he wanted to enjoy it. Being knotted was brand new for him, and after the initial very painful stretch, he decided that it was the best thing ever.
If Harland had been able to do this all along and had been holding out on him, they would be having words.
“Mine,” Harland repeated, full of feeling as he bit Max again and made a happy noise between a grunt and a sigh.
Surrendering to the weight and pressure, Max closed his eyes and let his mind drift. He felt grounded and content, his weightless happiness supported entirely by the feeling Harland had imbued into the word ‘mine.’
“Yours,” he mumbled.
Harland rumbled happily in response.
It was over an hour later when Max woke up to the sensation of Harland slipping his half-hard cock out of his ass and climbing off him.
“Relax,” Harland told him, rubbing his back. Max closed his eyes and burrowed into the mattress, resting his head on his arms as he luxuriated in the sore, recently fucked feeling emanating from his hole.
A minute later, Harland was back with a washcloth. It was warm, and Max relaxed even further as Harland cleaned up the inside of his thighs, over his taint and up over his hole.
“Are we going to talk about the knot?” Max asked, sleepy and mumbling.
Harland froze, but Max could tell that it was a thoughtful freeze and not an angry one.
“Not right now,” he finally said, stroking Max’s hair.
“It was nice,” Max commented, just to make sure that Harland didn’t think that he had anything bad to say about it.
“It was,” Harland agreed, surprising him. Max huffed out a laugh.
“Cuddle me until I fall asleep again,” he demanded.
“After you brush your teeth.”
Max groaned. He didn’t want to move. He was too boneless and tired. If he tried to stand, he’d drop like a sack of potatoes.
“Come on, I've got you,” Harland said, lifting Max up like he weighed nothing. It made Max feel dainty, which was remarkable given that he was a six-foot-eight werewolf who weighed in at over two hundred and fifty pounds.
Harland carried Max into the bathroom and set him down on the counter, standing between his legs and letting him lean on him.
“I’m not brushing your teeth for you,” Harland said, handing him his toothbrush. There was toothpaste on it, so all Max had to do was put it into his mouth.
Sitting there, Harland standing between his legs and looming over him, Max brushed his teeth.
Harland carried him back to bed.
“Are you mad that you grew a knot?” Max asked, lying down so that Harland could spoon him while he fell asleep.
“Popped a knot, I think is the modern term,” Harland corrected. “And no. It was just unexpected. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Max hadn’t known that Harland kept up with werewolf slang. He didn’t know werewolf slang.
“Okay,” he mumbled, tired and spent. Getting fucked by Harland wore him out better than any full moon run in the woods.
“Sleep tight,” Harland said, kissing the back of his head.