14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Darius
My body was still vibrating with anger at Paul.
How I’d never noticed Paul’s lack of concern for Milo was truly a question I would likely lay awake at night thinking about over and over again.
I’d noticed it more and more since Milo kissed me for the first time and would continue to watch out for it now.
The way he’d seemed worried right after the fight had been genuine, but then why hadn’t he asked me himself how Milo was doing?
The only reason Jeremy hadn’t been here himself to check on Milo, was because Cass was healing too, having gotten a nasty concussion from having Milo’s wolf body slam him on the ground, and then Fillian’s weight to top it off.
Paul had been hiding his true thoughts on Milo from me all of these years and the more I thought it over, the more questions came to mind.
Was the reason he’d asked me not to tell Milo that he was mine truly because of Milo’s age?
Or was it like Milo suspected, that he didn’t want Jeremy to suffer from the knowledge.
It seemed Paul did whatever he could to protect Jeremy, but why not Milo?
What could Milo possibly have done to cause Paul to treat him so poorly?
The answer was nothing. I knew in my heart Milo had done nothing.
“It looks fine,” Nic informed Milo as he continued to look over his now freed scars, the stitches having been removed fully. “I think a nice run in your wolf form would do you good. If you still feel fine after that, you can shift.”
“Really?” I asked, hope growing inside of me. I could soon see Milo’s face again. I would soon be able to kiss him. Hold him.
“Yes,” Nic nodded. Then seemed to stare into space for a second. “Oh, it seems our Alpha is ready to claim his mate.” How he knew Jeremy was about to fuck Cass would remain a mystery because I truly didn’t want to know. “I should go,” he declared, like Jeremy might need him or something.
I’m sorry, Jer, hopefully you’ll be done before Nic shows up.
“I need to use my body,” Milo argued, bumping into my side. We were outside, enjoying the fall weather as we took a slow walk around the forested area behind my home.
“You are,” I argued. He wanted to run around like he hadn’t been close to death just two days ago.
“I’m fine, Darius. Nic said I needed to try it before shifting back. I need to run.”
The urgency in his voice was enough for me to concede. “Fine. But only for a mile.”
“Catch me if you can!” he teased, and in a flash of brown he disappeared, the leaves flying up from the ground.
So, he wanted a chase? I could easily give him one.
I ran after him, chasing the lingering scent of my fated as I dodged between the trees, hoping like crazy we wouldn’t bump into one of our packmates while out here. It was always freeing being shifted and running like nothing was holding me back. Like I was free.
The more I ran, the more I wanted to catch Milo. It was like he was taunting me. Escaping me. My fangs ached to catch him. To jump him and make him submit. It was pure need at this point.
It was primal.
My movements sped up, like my wolf was suddenly taking over, making my movements fluid and quicker, flying me through the slowly darkening forest.
His scent got stronger and stronger, my fangs begging to bite. To claim.
There! A brown flash of color just ahead. My mate. Mine!
It seemed like I was flying through the air as I tackled him, rolling us around, no longer caring about his injuries it seemed, as I overpowered him, panting for breath as I held his wolf under mine, our eyes clashing, both bright and glowing with need.
We shifted simultaneously, his naked body underneath my own too much of a temptation for me to ignore.
I bent down and claimed his lips with mine.
It was brutal, like our last kiss. More demanding.
Claiming. He moaned in response, hardening under me as he began thrusting up against my stomach, seeking friction.
“You need to stop,” I moaned, knowing fully well that if he kept being so damn irresistible, I’d end up claiming him right here on the forest ground.
“Stop what,” he teased, thrusting up against me again.
“Such a brat,” I growled, then claimed his lips with mine.
The whimper that escaped his throat only seemed to spur me on, this primal side of me that needed to claim what was mine couldn’t be tamed any longer.
Growling, I let go of Milo’s perfect lips as I quickly slid down his body, pushing his legs apart and against his stomach, I found my prize.
His hole was beautiful, like a flower ready to be plucked. I dove in, licking his flesh with an eagerness only Milo could instill in me. I wanted. I needed. I hungered. All for Milo. Only ever for him.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Yes, please! Don’t stop!”
Like I could ever stop? Like I would want to.
My tongue pushed inside him, working him open to take my cock. To take my knot. We really should’ve planned this better, mostly so we would have lube ready, but I was too far gone to stop us.
“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” he moaned. “Need your cock inside me.”
Those words…
Growling, I continued getting him ready. Adding my fingers alongside my tongue, feeling how hot and tight he was. How absolutely fucking perfect he was.
“Please take me, Darius, please,” he begged, getting more frustrated, seeking out his length only to have me bat him away again and again.
Milo seemed to snap then, done with me playing around. “If you don’t put that cock into me in the next five seconds, I’ll find someone else who will!”
“My brat,” I grinned, before grabbing his legs and slamming my cock into him. He felt amazing. Warm, tight and welcoming around me.
“Oh!” he gasped, his eyes widening before rolling back in his head.
“What was it you said about finding someone else?” I snarled, thrusting into him hard.
“Nothing!” he panted, gripping my arms tight, his nails digging into my skin.
“That’s right,” I purred. “Only I can fuck you.”
“Yes, yes,” he agreed. “Only you.”
The sun had fully vanished by now, the only light dancing on Milo’s skin was from the moon, like the Luna herself was blessing our union. Showing her children she approved as I fucked Milo harder and harder into the dirt, both of us swept up in pleasure as we finally got to claim one another.
I stopped and spat on my dick, adding more of a glide to our fucking, needing Milo to be comfortable but still unable to stop until he was fully claimed as mine.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, my mate,” I whispered, leaning down to nibble at his neck—the uninjured side—my thrusts slower and deeper as I savored the feeling of being inside him.
“You’re one to talk,” he panted. “The moonlight is basically a halo around your body.”
“Oh, is that right?” I grinned, biting a tad harder across his neck.
He gasped softly as I nicked his skin and lapped up the tiny amount of blood. “Fuck, do it, please, just claim me already!”
So absolutely perfect he was, my Milo.
Growling, I upped my pace, keeping my head tucked into his neck, ready to strike. My one hand grabbed his thigh, moving it a little, making me push further into his heat. My other hand held his nape. I was ready.
My teeth sunk into his skin, easily breaking through, making him mine.
He bit down on my neck too, claiming me right back as his.
The sensation of our successful claiming slammed into both of us, leaving us groaning out in pleasure against our mating bites as we came together, soaring under the moonlight.
My knot formed, locking us together. Milo let out a moaning whimper, his hole that was already stretched without lube now had to deal with my knot too.
“Does it hurt?” I whispered, kissing my mark on his skin.
“In a good way,” he breathed.
I shivered, the pleasure of being fully knotted inside of my mate was simply too much and I felt myself coming a second time.
“Fuck,” Milo groaned.
I chuckled, nuzzling into him as I carefully moved us so we lay on our sides, then I held him as close as possible.
My Milo was truly mine.
Finally.