Chapter 18 #2
Ren wound through the small group of people gathered, making his way over to Falk who was dozing off on his feet, staring into space rather than participating in whatever conversation his peers were having.
It took him several seconds to notice Ren walking over to him, but when he did, his attention immediately flicked to him and a grin spread over his face.
Falk stepped away from his friends and opened his arms just in time to catch Ren as he threw himself at him. Ren wrapped his arms tightly around his neck and buried his face in the crook there.
They didn’t say anything, just held each other, embraces tightening slowly as though making sure the other was real—to make sure they weren’t going to disappear.
Ren heard the cooing, teasing voices of the other Alphas around them, but they sounded muffled and drowned out by his focus being so totally on Falk.
He was surprised how long it took Falk to press his nose into his scent gland. At first, he was too distracted layering kiss after kiss on Ren’s forehead and temple. But once he did, he stiffened and pulled back slightly to stare at Ren. Ren smiled sheepishly and whispered, “I’m going into heat.”
“I can smell that, yeah,” Falk murmured back, searching Ren’s face.
“Do you… want to spend it with me?” Ren asked, voice so quiet he was surprised Falk could hear him at all.
“Are you sure?” Falk asked, face falling into something more serious. “We don’t have to yet. I don’t want you to?—”
Ren squeezed Falk’s bicep hard and nodded. “Yeah, I want to.”
They stared at each other for a long time as though both of them were too scared to make the first move and drag the other up the stairs to their chambers. Ren’s eyebrows slowly raised as Falk’s scent got stronger in the space between them.
“Are you..?”
“Can you two go be horny together somewhere else?”
Ren and Falk finally tore their gazes away from each other to peer over at Mont. He had a protective arm around Flory’s waist and she was laughing at his words. “Don’t tease them,” Flory chastised her mate.
“Yah, but they’re stinking up the place here,” Mont complained. “We all don’t need to witness you two undressing each other with your eyes.”
Ren flushed, cheeks pinking as Falk wrapped him up in his arms again. “Fine. Let’s go, Ren,” Falk said.
It was the push they needed to head up to their rooms. They managed to walk quite calmly, hand in hand, until they were out of sight of the rest of the Wolves. Then, Falk picked up his pace until he was practically dragging Ren along who laughed as he tried to keep up.
Ren wasn’t expecting Falk to be so rough, pressing him against the door of their chambers the moment they stepped in.
He gasped as Falk locked their lips together and pressed against him.
It was something Ren thought he would hate—something that would set off warning bells in his head—but he found himself pressing back just as hard.
He nipped at Falk’s lips, their tongues pressing together messily more than their lips actually connected.
Falk pushed up against him and slotted his thigh in between Ren’s legs.
Ren sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, eyes fluttering as Falk’s hands moved to his hips and pulled them against his own.
“Falk,” he murmured between trying to catch his breath.
He groaned, head tipping back as Falk’s grip guided him into a slow grind against his leg.
Falk’s lips quickly latched onto his throat, kissing over the column down to his collarbone.
Ren shivered at the feeling of his tongue running over his skin. “Are you in your rut?”
“I think you set mine off,” Falk practically growled, fingers tightening where they pressed into Ren’s hips.
“Oh,” Ren breathed, stomach flipping at the prospect of it.
His fingers trailed up to Falk’s hair, combing through the dark locks and tugging on them until Falk’s lips found his again.
They kissed—a furious collision of lips and teeth and tongues and spit and heavy breaths—until Ren was hard against Falk’s knee and could feel a wetness in the back of his undershorts. He gasped as Falk growled and grabbed his ass hard with one hand.
“Wait,” Ren said quickly as Falk made to tug him over toward the bed.
Falk paused, staring at him in a mixture of worry and confusion. “What?” he questioned.
Ren reached up, cupping Falk’s face. He ran the pad of his thumb over his cheek and murmured, “Do you want to be mates?”
Falk froze entirely besides his eyes slowly widening as he processed the question. “Of course I do,” he breathed after a moment.
“Can we mark each other?” Ren asked.
“Of course,” Falk said and leaned down to kiss Ren—a soft, slow, languid kiss that was so different from the furious way their mouths had connected a moment before. “If you want to,” Falk said against his lips.
Ren whispered, “I want to.”
Ren’s words seemed to spur Falk on even more and he squealed as Falk hoisted him up into his arms. He laughed as Falk carried him over to the bed and deposited him onto the mattress.
Ren couldn’t help the grin on his face, the giggles as Falk tugged his own clothing off as though they were on fire before helping Ren get rid of his own.
Falk took his place on top of him once they were both completely naked and didn’t waste even a moment before putting his lips back on Ren.
Ren squirmed as Falk kissed from his neck down to his chest, pausing there to lick over his nipples until Ren was whining and his back arched from the feeling of it.
Ren grabbed Falk’s hair as a lifeline to ground him as he cried out at the feeling of Falk’s mouth on his cock.
He bucked his hips up slightly until Falk held them down—not tight enough to set off Ren’s panic, but enough to keep them from moving too much.
Ren’s thighs shook, the tremors slowly making their way up to the rest of his body, as Falk swallowed him down all the way to the base.