Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
JESSE
Caleb was a warm, solid weight on my shoulder as I raced up the stairs. My dick throbbed. Lust was a fever under my skin.
Somehow, I made it down the hallway and into the bedroom. Crossing to the bed, I dumped him onto the mattress.
“Show me where you want me,” I growled, ripping at my clothes.
He flipped to all fours and raised his ass. He was pink and open. Glistening and perfect. Red mottled his round cheeks and plump sack. Lube from the dildo smeared his inner thighs, the moisture gleaming against his tan skin.
Lightning flashed outside, bleaching him white. He rocked on his hands and knees, setting his heavy dick swaying. His entrance puckered tight and opened wide again.
Fuck. Fuck.
He turned his head and met my gaze with glowing cobalt eyes. “I thought you hadn’t decided whether you were going to do that.”
It took me a second to realize I’d spoken out loud. Nude at last, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed his hips.
“I decided,” I grunted, then lined up and entered him in a single thrust.
We cried out together. Heat and pressure wrapped around my dick, squeezing me from root to tip. His passage clenched, and I sagged over him as an orgasm tried to claw its way from my chest.
Not yet. Not yet.
Clenching my jaw, I dragged myself back from the edge.
When I could breathe again, I pulled almost all the way out, moaning at the sucking, greedy clutch of his walls around my dick.
So damn perfect. He’d been made for me, his body a tight glove for my cock.
Digging my fingers into his hips, I punched forward again, my balls mashing against his ass.
I held like that, grinding on his cheeks.
“Do you feel me?” I demanded, stirring my dick inside him.
His cry floated back. He ducked his head and shuddered. “Yes, sir.”
“Nice and deep?”
Clutching at the comforter, he nodded frantically. “More. Fuck me, Jesse.”
My name on his lips pulled another moan from mine.
He said it just so—soft and smoky, a little whine curling the end.
He said it in a way that ruined me for anyone else.
He ruined me. I was crushed stone and broken pillars with Caleb, my surfaces worn flat and smooth.
He’d wrecked me. Leveled me down to the foundation.
But that was okay. Whatever rose from the dust would be better than what had stood before. Because it would be his.
“I’ve got you,” I rasped, beginning to thrust. His passage squeezed, pulling me deeper like his body wanted to keep me there. Slick, searing pressure wrapped around my dick, and I fell into a hard and fast rhythm, my hips bouncing off his ass.
Thunder boomed, rattling the windows. Caleb fisted the rumpled bedding as he bucked and gasped beneath me.
His muscles flexed, every tendon drawn taut.
I draped myself over him and kissed the damp skin between his shoulder blades.
Salt grazed my lips, and I licked it off and went back for more, scraping my teeth over his nape, his neck, the tender spot under his ear.
I licked over his thundering pulse and felt its wild rabbit-kick against my tongue.
Pressure built in my gums. My fangs punched down, and I sank them into Caleb’s nape.
He cried out. At the same moment, his walls clamped tight, strangling my dick. His blood rushed over my tongue.
Mine.
Possessiveness streaked through me like a brush fire. In my mind, my wolf threw back its head and howled. Control fraying, I drove my hips harder, slamming into Caleb’s heat over and over.
He pushed back to meet each thrust, his breath catching every time I bottomed out. The slick, filthy sound of us drove my lust higher.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I pushed him flat on his stomach and covered him, my chest sticking to his back. Seizing his wrists, I pinned them to the mattress on either side of his head and pounded into him.
The bed protested under us. Caleb was everywhere, his scent and heat surrounding me. The tight heat of his ass swallowed my cock. I drove harder and faster, the slap of skin filling the room.
“Fuck,” he panted into the comforter. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me.”
His voice broke on every thrust. The breathless, desperate sounds were as perfect as the rest of him. I wanted more, and I fucked him harder, stuffing him over and over so I could feast on those sounds.
“Jesse!” he cried, squirming under me. Then he was humping the mattress, driving his hips into the twisted bedding as he tried to get friction on his dick.
“No you don’t,” I growled against his neck.
I hauled him up and onto his knees. Still deep inside his body, I clamped his back to my chest with an arm across his shoulders. When he was steady, I moved my hand to the front of his neck and resumed my thrusts, driving so hard and deep that his knees left the bed.
His moan vibrated my palm. He reached for his flailing dick.
“No,” I said, grabbing his wrist.
He dropped his head back to my shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Language,” I warned, fucking him harder.
“I hate you, sir,” he said, voice trembling with the force of my thrusts.
Hiding a smile, I nipped his earlobe. “Open your eyes and look at us.”
He lifted his head, and I watched him find us in the mirror above the dresser. The flush in his cheeks deepened as he took in his glassy eyes, damp hair, and red, bouncing dick. His throat worked under my hand. When I withdrew to the tip and rammed back inside, his lips parted on a wild cry.
I moved my hand higher, tilting his chin up and keeping him there. And I looked at us, too.
I’d lived long enough to watch my own reflection become something foreign.
After Philippe died, I’d stopped looking altogether.
My face hadn’t belonged to me anymore—Philippe had chosen it for what it resembled, not what it was.
I had his dead mate’s face, but I wasn’t Marcus.
I was just one in a long line of men who looked like him.
But now I looked like I belonged somewhere. Caleb’s body fit perfectly against my edges and hollows. His golden hair brushed my jaw, and his blue eyes held mine in the glass. Two wolves. Two mates.
“How badly do you want to come, baby?” I asked, my voice like rocks scraping together. “You hurting?”
“Yeah,” he gasped.
“You think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes, sir.” He shuddered, his eyes sliding shut for a second. “Jesse, please. I need it.”
He’d waited long enough. And, anyway, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I reached around and closed my hand around his cock. “You looked so pretty on that dick, college boy.” I tightened my grip, then gave him quick, hard strokes. “But you’re even prettier on mine. Come for me now, honey.”
He obeyed on a bellow, spurting over my hand and the bed. His ass clamped like a bear trap on my dick. I hissed through my teeth as I worked his hot cum over his shaft, slicking him while he shuddered in my arms, his passage squeezing and spasming.
And then it was all over for me. I thrust a final time and let myself hurtle over the edge. White covered my vision, and all rational thought fled. Dimly, I heard Caleb cry out as I jerked against his ass, filling him up.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Then I eased back, letting my cock slip from his body. He planted a fist on the bed and leaned over it, hanging his head as he caught his breath.
Heart thudding against my ribs, I stayed where I was, one hand on his hip as I waited for what I needed to see. When it came, I forgot how to breathe.
Milky white seed seeped from his pink, swollen entrance. With a shaking hand, I caught the trail of semen and pushed it back inside him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his other fist into the mattress.
I gathered cum from his skin and forced the sticky mess inside again and again, sinking two fingers to the second knuckle. When I rubbed his prostate, he jerked hard and made a small, wrecked sound.
“Fuck, Jesse.” His hole clamped hard around my fingers, and he shivered. “I can’t take any more.”
“You can take a little more,” I coaxed. “This hole is so hungry for it, sweetheart. Gobbling me up.” He whimpered, and I eased my fingers deeper and worked his gland. He gave a soft cry as his walls contracted around me. “There you go,” I said. “You’re going to keep every drop where it belongs.”
He cursed again. But he sank to his forearms and pressed his cheek to the bed. With a sound that was half-sigh, half-whimper, he tipped up his ass in surrender.
Pride, lust, and satisfaction jumbled together in my chest. “There’s my good boy,” I murmured, smearing cum around his rim. I kept going, catching the trails of seed and pushing them back inside.
He shuddered, goosebumps rising on the backs of his thighs.
“You okay?” I asked, leaning over and kissing his shoulder. Lycanthropy came with advanced healing, but I’d been…vigorous.
He twisted to look at me, his eyes bleary and his face flushed. “I’m fine.” His lashes swept down as he sucked in a breath. “But if you don’t stop fingering me, I’m going to blow another load and then pass the fuck out.”
I pressed a final kiss to his damp skin, a smile curving my lips. “That’s one way to keep you quiet in front of Sterling.”
He groaned and turned his face into the bed. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”
Chuckling, I pulled my fingers from his body and patted his ass, checking for broken skin. The bruises were already fading, and I urged him to his stomach and smoothed my palm down his spine. “You took your punishment, and it’s done. We don’t carry it past this bed. Understood?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the bedding.
I gave him a minute. Outside, the storm rattled the townhouse, the windows shuddering in their casements. Caleb lay boneless, his muscular body a landscape of red handprints and bite marks. Gorgeous.