Chapter 70 Caleb
CALEB
It’s dark by the time Evan and I go upstairs to bed.
His room still smells heavily of his scent, even though he’s not lived here for six weeks.
I know I’ll have my face pressed up against his neck as we fall asleep, which brings me more joy than I can even comprehend.
We brush our teeth together in the bathroom before stepping back into his bedroom.
“Sheets are clean,” Evan says. “Ava said they were changed this morning.”
I nod at him, but he doesn’t see. Instead, he tugs his flannel shirt off his shoulders before lifting his T-shirt up and over his head effortlessly. He kicks off his shoes, and I can’t help but watch.
My eyes gravitate to his shoulders, his arms, his chest. Goddess, I want to smother him with affection.
Evan catches me looking, and he tilts his head. “What?”
I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t find the words.
“You ogling me, Caleb?”
My lips remain open as I stare. “You look so good and healthy, and it makes me so happy to see you like this.”
“You want to know the secret?” He flexes an eyebrow at me before perching on the bed and resting against the headboard.
“Do tell,” I say as I start to shed my own clothes.
“Yoga and core exercises.”
A sharp breath of air escapes my nose.
“Don’t laugh,” he says as I lie beside him.
“I’m not laughing. I’m impressed. Do you enjoy it?”
Evan nods. “Yeah, I didn’t realise how much of it is about breathwork and body flow. It helps a lot when I feel anxious, as it helps me to breathe and allow my mind to shut off and my body to take over.”
“That’s incredible,” I say honestly. “You found something you love.”
“Taught me a lot of discipline, too. I know it’s very different from our kind of training, but it builds strength and involves a lot of balance.”
My smile almost hurts my face. “I don’t doubt it. Look at you and all these muscles. You’re gonna be bigger than me soon.”
Evan scoffs. “Don’t be so stupid. I’m barely big.”
“Strong and fit,” I state. “You’re perfect. Then, now, always.”
Evan laughs hesitantly, cheeks heating at my comment. “Shut up,” he mumbles before pushing my shoulder.
“Are you still taking your medication?”
He hums briefly. “Yeah, I am. They wanted me to adjust to the outside before I came off them—if I come off them. But I can already feel a difference from the dose I’ve lowered. I see a lot clearer now. I think my previous ones were too high, making me feel all over the place.”
“Nothing needs to be rushed,” I say as I press my arm against his.
“Of course,” he chirps. “I’m ready to start living, to build a life that I’ve always wanted, a future with you.”
My eyes flick over his face as I lean down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“A future with you is all I want,” I say simply.
“What do you see in our future?”
“That one day, you’ll be my husband.”
Evan blinks. “You want to marry me?”
“Oh, pups, I want to marry the fuck out of you.”
A laugh bursts from him. “I’m only twenty-one.”
My eyebrow arches at him playfully. “You think you’re going to find someone else?”
“No!” he exclaims, still laughing. “There’s no one else for me. I just…I guess I feel young.”
I hum. “I get that. But one day, we’ll be husbands.”
“One day.”
His eyes glitter, and I’m sure mine replicate his as I brush back his curls, the electricity from our bond zapping between us. We both release a contented sigh at the waves of pleasure.
“Life has never felt this colourful,” he whispers, and the reality of it makes my chest constrict. To see how far he’s come. “And I’m so glad I get to experience it with you.”
I lean down to brush my lips over his. “Baby, I’m going to be here forever. Through the ups and downs. I’m not leaving your side.”
Evan blinks at me with tenderness in his gaze. “How have you been?”
“Good,” I say. “Eagerly waiting for you to come home, but I’ve been keeping busy. I started therapy, and I’ve been working on trust with my pack. It’s been productive.”
Evan grins. “I’m glad you’ve been doing things that matter. And therapy, how’s that going?”
“Hard, as expected, but it’s progress.”
“It’s important, and I’m glad you’re talking to someone.”
“I needed to work on myself before any problems from my buried trauma start to come between us.”
Evan’s eyes sparkle. “We’re growing, Caleb, and we’re not going to let your father or my brother destroy that.”
“We should sleep,” I say as I slip us both beneath the covers and wrap him up in my arms. “It’s been a long day for you.”
He cuddles closer into my chest. Bare skin on bare skin, and it’s exhilarating.
“Be here when I wake up?”
“As I said, I’m not going anywhere.”
I kiss his head.
“Goodnight, Caleb.”
“Goodnight, pups.”
My first night beside Evan was the deepest sleep I have had in a long time—comfort and contentment buzz around my body.
We didn’t move the whole night, which is usually unconventional—but neither of us wanted to. Evan’s still firmly in my arms, his back pressed up against my chest, my fingers laced through his.
I had woken up a few times, but found myself dozing back off again when I realised where I was and who I was sleeping beside.
Evan shifts in my arms, but I’ve been awake for a few minutes. My eyes are still shut as I feel him rotate and gently brush his fingers against my lips and chin. It sends pulses through every part of me.
When I eventually open my eyes and peek at him, I can’t help but smile. It’s been a while since I’ve woken up beside him, and I’ll never take it for granted again.
“Good morning,” I rasp.
He swallows as he studies me, his fingers still dancing along my skin.
“You okay?” I frown as I slide my hand into the back of his hair.
Evan nods but doesn’t say anything, his eyes fixated on my own. I’d be concerned if I didn’t sense the overwhelming sensation of his happiness flowing into my body, but now the bond is back, feeling his emotions reassures me.
He drops his hand from my face and pushes himself up from the bed. I follow his actions with my eyes, expecting him to step out of the bed, but instead, he straddles my torso.
The second he presses his palms flat to my chest, I release a little grunt of satisfaction, at the same time his crotch presses down against mine, only the thin layers of our boxers between us.
My hands slide up his sides, resting just below his ribs. I’m floating through heaven at the touch of his skin as my gaze flicks over his beautiful body.
After a few moments, he lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine, before pulling back an inch, but I catch his neck with my hand.
“Morning breath,” he murmurs, his cheeks heating.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.”
“You’re a caveman.” Evan chuckles. “Can we brush our teeth first, please? It’s important I keep to my routine.”
A silent breath escapes me before I nod. I take his waist in my hands and raise him up so I can slip out from underneath him. When he thinks I’m going to put him on the ground, I throw him over my shoulder instead.
“Caleb,” he huffs.
“You want a caveman? I’ll be a caveman, pups.”
His laughter follows us, and I can’t help but smile in return. Everything he does is infectious.
After brushing our teeth, he slips out of the bathroom. But not before I grab onto his wrist and place my other hand on his jaw before slamming our mouths together. He grabs onto my biceps and whimpers as I slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting nothing but mint and desire.
I lift him and fall back onto the bed as he mounts me, grinding his hips against my crotch without breaking the kiss for a second.
His hands grip my neck as he devours my mouth, and I wrap my arms tightly around his back. With every kiss, he grinds harder until we’re both throbbing, desperately needing more.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt.
Evan smiles against me, and his confidence gives me a rush. He pulls back an inch and stares down at me with dilated eyes as he bites down on my bottom lip, and toys with the hem of my boxers.
“Evan,” I whisper as my hands glide up and down his spine.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you want to do this? If you’re not ready yo–”
His mouth curls into a smile as he takes my wrists from behind my back and pins them beside my head. He grinds into me once more, and we both groan.
“Caleb.” He leans down as his words brush against my lips. “I want you to mark me. I want you to make me yours. I’m ready. It’s all I want. Please.”
My chest quivers at his declaration, and without hesitation, I flip him down onto his back. He stares up at me with glistening eyes and flaming cheeks. The sight barely has me holding on by a thread.
I place my hand on the centre of his chest and run my fingers along his smooth torso, his skin rising with goosebumps at my touch. My eyes follow the way he shudders, especially when I brush his hardening nipples.
“Ugh, fuck,” he chokes out.
My fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down his legs. He watches my every move as his cock emerges, and I wrap my hand around it, pumping gently.
Evan’s fingers bunch into the bedsheets as I press my thumb into the head, and massage it with the pad. His eyes clamp shut as he throws his head back to the bed. I stroke him until his legs start to quiver.
I lower down an inch and lick my tongue over the tip, and within seconds, he pushes himself up from the bed, resting back on his elbows. His lips part, and he releases a sound I’ve never heard before.
I guide his cock into my mouth. I don’t take my eyes off him as he watches with arousal and surprise. He pants heavily as I suck, feeling the head at the back of my throat. That’s when he latches onto my hair and tugs, and I grind my cock into the bed.
“Oh, Goddess,” he moans through gritted teeth. “Fuck. Fuck! Caleb, that feels so good.”
His words of praise encourage me further. I speed up but keep my lips tight as I move my head up and down to the sound of him losing himself to me. It’s raw and so unbelievably sexy that every time he cries out, I thrust my cock into the bed to relieve the tension building in my body.
“F-fuck,” he stutters. “Your mouth—”
I watch him as he bites down onto his fist, thrusting his hips up into my mouth as he attempts to gain control. After a minute, I remove my lips as his head rolls.
“I want you to watch me,” I murmur deeply. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Can you do that?”
Evan bites down on his bottom lip. “Yes.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Then I swallow his cock whole. The taste of salty pre-cum bursts across my tongue, and I gladly swallow it back. It’s sharp yet sweet, and it describes Evan in the best way. So addictive, so intoxicating, so fucking delicious.
He does as I ask, watching me as I suck his cock like my life depends on it.
Look at you. So obedient, I coo through our mindlink as I slide my mouth down his length, saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.
Evan whimpers in response, eyes flaring and skin flushing even darker than before.
So fucking perfect. Goddess, I’ve missed you.
I adore the way his hips buck when I use my tongue and clench my throat. He jolts and shivers until he’s panting and ready to combust. I want it. I want him.
“C-Caleb,” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me come. If you don’t stop right now. Y-you’re…fuck!”
Of course, I don’t stop. I want him to come. I want to taste it.
“Caleb,” he pants. “I’m—”
Let me have it, pups, I say as I hold his gaze. Shoot your load down my throat.
Evan screams out as his orgasm takes over, and he coats my mouth with his pleasure. I pin down his hips, holding him still as his eyes roll back, and I continue to lap up every drop until he’s spent.
“Holy shit.” He gasps for breath.
I slide his cock out of my mouth and lick my lips before crawling up his body.
“I think my soul just left my body,” he murmurs.
My mouth stretches into a grin as he peeks his eyes up at me. “Don’t give up on me now.” I quirk an eyebrow. “We’re only getting started.”
“Oh…I’m counting on it.”