Chapter 17 #4
“You smell like mine,” he murmured, voice shaking, mouth still pressed to my pit. “Like home. Like something wild I never want to forget.”
I pressed my arm down, holding his face there, not letting him up, grinning as he breathed me in like he was drowning. “Get it all. Want you carrying my scent for days. Want every wolf in the mountains to know who made you come tonight.”
He moaned, licking deeper, grinding his cock against my hip, then switched to my other pit, licking, biting, worshipping until I was shaking beneath him, head thrown back, begging for more.
“Please, Michael—want you everywhere. Want to mark you too.”
He looked up, face slick with sweat and lust, and stretched out along my body, skin to skin, mouth finding my neck, shoulder, jaw, biting, licking, kissing—leaving proof of us on every inch.
I buried my face in his hair, nosing along his throat, shoulder, chest, breathing him in, then pressed my nose to his neck, scenting him, rolling him so I could rub my jaw and cheeks along his collarbone, his chest, even down to his hip.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, voice deep and rough, breath hot against his skin. “Mine tonight. All of you.”
He shuddered, voice trembling. “Always. I want to feel it. Want to remember every inch of this.”
He pressed his body down over mine, cocks sliding together, nipples hard, pits slick with sweat and spit, hands roaming everywhere. The need to possess and be possessed, to mark and be marked, burned in both of us—animal and honest and so, so human.
We kissed again, slow and bruising, pouring every bit of longing and love and want into each desperate touch, both of us knowing we’d never be able to get enough.
I rolled him gently, unable to keep my hands off him, needing to see him open and begging beneath me. Michael let me guide him, breath hot and shaky, until he was on all fours in the middle of the bed—shoulders tense, hips up, looking back at me with wild, storm-colored eyes.
I took a second just to stare—his body stretched out, back arched, thighs trembling, ass thick and covered in dark hair, hole already slick from my spit and the work of my tongue. My cock throbbed at the sight, at the thought of being the first to take him like this.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, squeezing a cold line over my fingers, working it between Michael’s cheeks, over his hole, teasing him with slick circles and slow, lazy pressure.
He pushed back, shameless, moaning when I pressed a thumb inside, just to stretch him, just to make him clench around me.
“You ready for me?” I whispered, voice hoarse, leaning over him, letting my cock drag through the fur at his crack, nudging his rim, not quite pushing in. “Been dreaming about this—about filling you up, making you drip with me.”
He groaned, forehead pressed to the mattress, whole body shaking. “Please, Daniel—want it so bad, want to feel you inside me, want to be bred, marked, used. Make me yours.”
“Yeah?” I let the head of my cock nudge his entrance, circling slow, dragging wetness over him, letting the anticipation burn hotter. “You want to feel every inch? Want to be stretched open for your Alpha, stuffed so full you can’t think?”
“Yes—yes, please, Daniel, I need it—need you to fuck me, to claim me, to fill me up until I can’t breathe—”
I reached down, fisting his hair, tugging his head up just enough so I could see his face, see the need written there. “You’re going to get it all,” I promised, voice nearly breaking. “Every last drop. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
He whimpered, pushing back, begging for it. I spat in my palm, slicked myself up one more time, then lined up—head pressing right against his hole, teasing, just enough pressure to make him gasp but not give him what he wanted.
“You ready?” I breathed, letting my cock drag down and up again, smearing him, watching his body shudder with need.
“I’m ready,” he begged, looking over his shoulder, eyes wild, hair damp with sweat. “Please—don’t make me wait—need to feel you inside, need you to claim me.”
I leaned forward, chest pressed to his back, mouth at his ear. “I’m going to breed you, Michael. I’m going to fill you so deep you’ll feel it for days. You want that?”
“Yes,” he whispered, broken and eager. “Please, Daniel. Make me yours.”
I pressed in slow, inch by inch, letting my cock stretch him open properly, making sure he felt every bit of me. Michael gasped, fingers digging into the sheets, breath coming out in shaky bursts as his body adjusted around the sheer size of me.
“Easy,” I murmured, more for myself than for him, hands tight on his hips, holding him steady. “Take your time. I’ve got you.”
He moaned, low and needy, pushing back just a little, testing the stretch. I stayed still, buried deep enough that I could feel his pulse around me, the heat, the tightness. My cock throbbed, leaking, every nerve screaming to move, but I forced myself to wait, to let him feel it.
“You feel so full,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “I can feel all of you. Every inch.”
“That’s because I’m not going anywhere,” I said quietly, rocking just a fraction, enough to make him gasp again. “I want you to remember this. I want your body to know me.”
He shuddered, then rocked back harder, a hungry, desperate motion. “Daniel… please. I don’t want gentle anymore.”
I froze, breath catching. “You sure?”
He looked back over his shoulder, eyes blown wide, mouth open, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. “I need you rough. I need you to fuck me like you’ve been wanting to since the first time you touched me.”
Something inside me snapped.
“Then hold on,” I growled.
I pulled back just enough to thrust forward again, harder this time, setting a steady, unforgiving rhythm. Michael cried out, the sound raw and perfect, hips pushing back to meet every thrust like he couldn’t get enough. The bed creaked beneath us, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
“Fuck,” I panted, hands bruising his hips as I drove into him. “You take me so well. Look at you—open and greedy and begging for more.”
“Yes,” he gasped, forehead pressed to the mattress. “Just like that—don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I fucked him harder, deeper, letting myself lose control, letting months of restraint burn away with every snap of my hips. My cock dragged deep inside him, stretching him wide, and every time I bottomed out he moaned like it hit something deep and essential.
“You feel that?” I snarled, leaning over him, teeth scraping over his shoulder. “That’s me. That’s what you’ve been waiting for.”
His body shook beneath me, cock leaking onto the sheets, muscles clenching tight around me. “I want you to fill me,” he said, voice breaking. “I want you to breed me. I want to feel you everywhere.”
The words went straight to my spine.
“Yeah?” I thrust harder, one hand sliding around to grab his cock, stroking him rough in time with my thrusts. “You want my cum inside you? Want to carry it with you, feel it drip out of you later?”
He sobbed, pushing back desperately. “Yes—please—Daniel—”
I pulled his hair back, forcing his head up just enough so he couldn’t hide from how badly he wanted this. “You’re mine,” I said, voice low and shaking with it. “Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. You’re taking everything I give you.”
I pounded into him, relentless now, the sound obscene, the heat unbearable. His body was slick with sweat, his breath ragged, his whole focus on the way I was fucking him apart.
“Fuck—Michael—”
I eased out just enough to feel him whine, then pulled him back against me, arms wrapping around his chest, keeping him close.
He was still open, still warm, still shaking from everything we’d just done, and the way he trusted me with that—let me move him, guide him—hit harder than the need ever could.
“Hey,” I murmured against his neck, softer now, breath warm. “I’ve got you.”
He nodded, boneless, letting me shift us.
I rolled him onto his side first, then tugged him back until his back was pressed to my chest, my cock sliding back into him with a slow, deep push that drew a broken sound from his throat.
His hand came back to grip my wrist, not to stop me—never to stop me—just to anchor himself.
“That okay?” I asked, even as my hips started to rock, unhurried, deep.
“Yes,” he breathed immediately. “More than okay. Please—don’t stop.”
I didn’t.
I fucked him slow and deep like that, spooned close, one hand splayed over his stomach, the other bracing his thigh as I worked my way back into a steady rhythm.
Every thrust pushed him just a little farther forward, just a little deeper into the mattress, and every time I bottomed out he gasped, body tightening around me like he wanted to keep me there forever.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, his neck, the shell of his ear. “So open for me. So perfect.”
He made a soft, helpless sound, pushing back against me without even realizing it. “I feel you everywhere,” he said. “I don’t ever want this to stop.”
I smiled against his skin and rolled us again, changing angles, lifting his leg over my hip and pulling him back until he was half on his stomach, half on his side—open, pliant, beautiful.
I slid back in slowly, deliberately, watching the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers clenched in the sheets.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice low and steady. “Let me take care of you. You don’t have to do anything right now. Just feel me.”
I picked up the pace then—not frantic, not rough, but deep and sure, every thrust purposeful. My hand slid under him, stroking his cock gently, coaxing him back up without rushing him. He arched into my touch, gasping, every sound wrecked and honest.
“Daniel,” he whispered, like it was the only word he had left.
I leaned over him, caging him in, mouth at his ear. “I know. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re mine right now.”