Chapter 28 Evan
EVAN
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” I murmur.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll get used to it.”
Caleb’s breath tickles my neck. “Then I see no problem.”
My forehead hurts as I frown. I twist my head an inch to look up at him. Our eyes meet, and I tremble at the sincerity behind his gaze. “I really thought you didn’t want this.”
Caleb’s eyes tighten. “This is all I’ve wanted,” he confesses. “I thought I could stay away, but I can’t. Not when I look at you, and I see my entire future.”
My eyes burn at his words. “Would things have been easier if you were mated to a woman instead?”
“What?”
“Because of your father, and—”
“I don’t want a woman. I’ve never wanted a woman,” he mumbles into the curve of my neck, and I shudder. “I’ve been waiting for you, and you only.”
I close my eyes in contentment. “But it still would have been easier.”
“And I would have been incredibly unhappy.”
“Has it always only been men?”
Caleb nods. “Always.”
My lips curl subtly. “Me, too.”
He continues to hold me, and I enjoy the warmth of his large body.
“H-have you been with many men?” I ask curiously.
Caleb flicks his eyes between mine. “A few,” he admits, and it floods me with jealousy. “Mostly when I was younger and figuring out my sexuality.”
“And none since me?”
He frowns instantly. “No, of course not. None since a while before you.”
“Why?”
“They weren’t fulfilling,” he says simply. “I knew it would never be my forever.”
My rattling heart settles at his confession. “I wish we had met under better circumstances.”
“I know,” he whispers before pressing another kiss to my throat.
I sigh with satisfaction.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” he whispers heavily.
My throat tightens as I nod, unable to even contemplate lying. I don’t like it. I love it. I crave it. I dream of it.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the night I felt you with your fingers deep inside yourself,” he rasps before grazing his teeth along my pulse. “It’s like you wanted to torture me.”
A gasp falls from my lips. “I-I can’t believe you just said that.”
His laugh vibrates my entire body. “And I meant what I said, too. Every last word.”
“Goddess,” I cry out as his hand slides down my torso.
“You want this, pups?”
I whine at the gruff tone of my nickname. “Caleb.”
“Because I do.” He presses his hips into my ass, and my eyes ping open to find his hard cock nudged against my lower back. “I want you to moan my name. I want you to come all over me. I want you to remember everything about us.”
My legs tremble. “Ugh. Ava’s waiting for me downstairs.”
“They wouldn’t interrupt me.”
“But—”
“Yes or no, Evan. Tell me.”
The sudden scent of his arousal nearly knocks me over. It’s evident and clear, and deep in my bloodstream.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, I want you to touch me.”
“Good boy.”
My cock throbs in my pants at those two words. It’s soft praise, not taunting, patronising insults. I roll my head back against his shoulder as I realise what exactly is about to go down.
“I’m nervous,” I admit. “I-I’ve never done this before.”
As much as I’ve wanted to, I’ve never found the confidence or someone I trusted.
“Experience is a myth,” he says softly. “When you’re with someone new, you’ve got to understand their body. It’s not a one-size-fits-all. It’s about figuring out what makes them tick, what makes them shudder. We’re always learning, and trust me, I’m willing to learn everything about you, Evan.”
Nothing about what he said was close to being erotic, but Goddess, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
“And I have to admit, knowing I’m the only wolf on this planet who gets to have you intimately,” he groans. “Who gets to possess your body, your mind, your soul. Yeah, that fucking turns me on. I can’t help it.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at his gruff words. I part my lips and inhale a jagged breath—his hand slips beneath my hoodie and trails along the waistband of my jeans.
A small moan escapes me. It’s pathetic because my stomach rolls, and I’m sure he can feel it, but he doesn’t taunt me or laugh; he grunts like it’s the sexiest thing he’s experienced.
“Can I?” he whispers as he kisses along my jaw.
I purse my lips and whine.
“Need your words, Evan.”
“Yes.”
He unbuttons my jeans and shoves them down my legs slowly. His hand presses flat against my stomach, and I’m certain he can feel my pulse pound from every inch of my body. I grip onto his desk for support, his strong arms around me.
Then he dips his fingers into my boxers and wraps his hand around my cock. I gasp at the sensation, revelling in the way his skin feels against mine. Warmth on warmth. Euphoria on euphoria. My eyes go glassy with intense pleasure.
Caleb strokes me once, and I throw my head back onto his shoulder, my other hand latching onto his forearm that’s tight around my chest.
My eyes fill with tears as he speeds up, and my knees nearly give out.
“F-fuck, Caleb,” I moan.
He hums into my neck and strokes me. I feel his callouses and rings as they glide over my cock until I’m painfully hard and ready to blow. I don’t want this to be over already.
“Slow down, please,” I beg.
Caleb obeys, and I exhale a small breath of relief, but the second he starts to massage his thumb into my slit, I nearly have an out-of-body experience.
“You like that?”
I’m incapable of words. I nod desperately.
The feel of my hands? Pretty good.
The feeling of Caleb’s? Life-changing.
I spend too much time trying to wrap my head around how good his touch feels, until he chuckles softly and sucks on my earlobe. I’m a shivering mess as he continues to stroke my cock, leaving it dripping with pre-cum.
“Now, when you touch yourself, you have something to remember,” he says possessively. “Something to fantasise about.”
“I fantasised about you anyway,” I admit without hesitation.
“Yeah?”
This makes him speed up, and I whine in protest. Not because it doesn’t feel good, but because it feels too good to be true.
How is this my reality?
How do I feel so safe with a man I never thought would be seen dead with me?
“Well, how about next time we do this, you ride my fingers,” he whispers deeply in my ear, and I groan at the thought. “And then you’ll come crawling back to me every time your own fingers can’t live up to mine.”
Tears leak down my face as he fucks my cock with his fist.
“Can I come?” I choke as my body jitters. “Please, I’m so close.”
Caleb moans at my question. “Look at you asking for permission.”
“Please, Caleb.”
“Give it to me,” he groans as my orgasm explodes. “Give me every last drop.”
My cum squirts across his desk, dangerously close to the drawings of my face. I cry out his name and curl my fingers into his arm as stars burst across my vision. My heart clenches over and over until I catch my breath and calm down.
Caleb holds me tight, stroking me slower and slower until he finally stops. I groan as he continues to hold onto my cock, and only now do I realise how sensitive I am.
“Fuck, Caleb,” I shudder.
“That’s it, pups.” He presses his mouth to my throat. “Let yourself take that pleasure.”
I slump forward, eyes closed.
“Goddess,” I murmur, still trying to catch my breath.
“So sweet,” he purrs in my ear.
I twist an inch as he unravels me from his grip. I watch as he raises his thick, tattooed fingers that are covered in my cum to his mouth. My eyes widen as he licks the tips clean, and his green eyes darken.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d taste like,” he growls with flared nostrils.
I gulp. “What do I taste like?”
“Mine.”