Chapter 15 #2
“You going to come for me already?” Felix teased as Liam’s dick kicked in his grip.
“No. Not until you do.” And then he was on his knees.
He unbuttoned Felix’s pants and groaned as they fell to his ankles.
“You weren’t joking,” he murmured, lightly nuzzling against Felix’s thong.
“Do you need me to kiss you under the mistletoe, baby?” He flattened his tongue, running it over the wet spot, then suckling.
Felix’s mind blanked, and Liam chuckled. He slid his hands up Felix’s thighs, beneath the fabric and slowly pulled it down to bury his face against Felix’s groin, inhaling against the mound of strawberry curls, then kissing and licking around the base of his cock.
Felix’s eyes rolled back in his head. Sweet Jesus, how many times had he jerked off to a fantasy like this? His pulse raced as Liam slowly worked his lips along Felix’s rigid shaft to its weeping tip, lapping pre-cum from its slit with a low groan.
“You taste so damn good. Be a good boy and come in my mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Felix gasped, fisting Liam’s hair as the were swallowed him.
Wet, velvet heat enveloped his cock, and Felix’s eyelids fluttered, his knees going weak, the sensation shorting out all rational thought.
He fell back against the wall, canned goods crashing to the floor.
Liam bobbed against him, meeting his eyes as he took him deeper.
He moaned around Felix’s dick as it kicked to the top of his mouth with another burst of pre-cum.
Liam wrapped his hand around the base, his tongue flattening, then swirling around the tip, sucking—
Felix’s vision began to tunnel, his aching balls tightening and drawing up. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to come,” he panted raggedly.
Liam pulled off him with another low chuckle, sweeping his tongue up the underside. Felix’s toes curled, and he fought for breath. “Not yet, I want to make sure it’s more than a mouthful,” he rumbled.
That wasn’t going to be an issue.
Liam laved down Felix’s dick, lapping at his sac and gently drew his balls into his mouth, saliva dripping.
He hummed and pulled back, sweeping a finger through the wetness and running it down Felix’s taint to his pucker.
His knees buckled, widening his stance to give Liam what they both wanted.
Felix gasped at the slow swirl and burn of Liam’s finger penetrating him, pressing inward and curving to caress his gland.
His mouth teased the tip of Felix’s dick, tracing his slit, his crown, then swallowed him, bobbing—
Felix’s hands slapped against the wall, his back arching.
Stars exploded across his vision, ecstasy blanking out every other sensation save for the intensity of his orgasm.
It pulsed through him, long ropes of cum spurting, filling Liam’s mouth.
The were moaned, sucking down every drop, then lapping at him, slowly removing his finger.
He dipped his head and licked over the stretched ring of muscle, the pressure from his tongue electrifying the sensitive nerve endings and shooting waves of pleasure through Felix.
He spasmed again, slipping down the wall.
Liam grinned and glanced at a bottle of olive oil on the pantry shelf.
“My turn. You ready for me, baby?”
Liam licked the salty tang of Felix’s cum from his lips. The warlock had collapsed against the wall, his pants pooled around his ankles and his cheeks flushed. His cock lay against his thigh and twitched at the question. Jesus, he was fucking sexy. Liam leaned over and kissed him.
Felix groaned, sweeping his tongue through Liam’s mouth. “You want to fuck me?” he murmured all coy, his palm stroking over Liam’s dripping tip.
“So damn bad,” Liam groaned, his hips moving of their own accord. “And I’m gonna breed you when I do. I want to see my cum dripping out of your pretty little hole.” He reached up and grabbed the bottle of olive oil. “Bend over, now.”
Felix shivered, and his cock twitched again, coming to attention. “Yes, Daddy.” He positioned himself onto his knees and dropped to his forearms.
Liam’s breath caught at the two perfect globes and Felix’s pucker winking between them. He smoothed a hand over the warlock’s ass. “Goddamn, you’re perfect,” Liam murmured, opening the bottle of olive oil and drizzling a small stream down Felix’s crack.
He flinched. “Cold!”
“It’ll get warmer,” Liam murmured, running a finger over the ring of tissue, reddened from his earlier intrusion.
Jesus, that was hot. His dick throbbed, dripping pre-cum.
The need to claim Felix, to fill him with his seed and make him his was doing fucked up things to Liam and his inner wolf.
Saliva filled his mouth, the urge to bite him intense.
No. Not yet. Oil pooled, and he slipped one finger inside Felix’s pucker, then two, his breath speeding as it sucked him in, so damn tight around him. Felix moaned, rocking them deeper.
“Stroke your cock while I get you ready to take my mine.” He cupped Felix’s balls with his free hand, gently caressing them as his fingers pumped inside the warlock’s ass, the heat of Liam’s anticipation making his head go light.
Felix moaned, pressing farther back. “Good boy,” Liam murmured. “Loosen up for me.”
Felix whimpered again, the sound going straight to Liam’s dick. It bobbed, weeping, its head an angry purple. Liam drizzled more oil onto Felix’s pucker, then slicked himself between Felix’s cheeks with a low moan. Christ, he wasn’t gonna last.
He spread Felix’s knees farther apart with his and set his fat crown against Felix’s hole. His breath sped, watching Felix’s flesh part to take his, clamping down around him—so fucking tight—
“Oh God,” Felix panted, pressing back against him. “Yes, just like that…more…”
Liam slid deeper, trying to slow his stuttered breath.
He spread Felix’s cheeks farther apart, and the warlock whimpered.
“Shh…you can take it, almost there,” he murmured as his pubes ground against the cleft between Felix’s cheeks.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing.” It was more than amazing.
It was where he belonged. Liam slowly began to slide his dick in and out of Felix’s asshole, subtle ridges rubbing against Liam’s engorged length, griping him tight—
Felix groaned, rising up to slap a hand against the washer. “Jesus, Liam, stop teasing and fuck me.”
“Yeah? You want it harder?” he asked, thrusting.
“Yes. Oh God, yes, more—”
Liam drove into him, flesh slapping, his sac bouncing against Felix’s. He pulled the warlock against him, fumbling up under his shirt, and groaning at the crinkle of Felix’s chest hair beneath his palm. His fingers found the pearled tip of the warlock’s nipple and pinched it.
Felix cried out.
“Mmm. You like that?” Liam rumbled against his neck. He sure as fuck did. His fangs extended, lightly scoring the warlock’s flesh. Holy hell, the temptation. The urge to bite him, to claim him—
“Oh, sweet God, yes,” Felix gasped, offering up his throat.
Liam’s pace faltered, shocked. “Y-you want me to bite you?” Was he kidding?
Silence descended between them.
“T-that means I’m yours, right? And you can’t take it back?” Felix glanced over his shoulder, insecurity etched across his face.
“It does. And I won’t ever. I swear it, Felix.
I want this. Us. I more than really like you, I-I love you, I always have.
” Liam kissed him, tenderly, desperately, trying to put all the things he couldn’t articulate into it.
Jesus, he’d fight for this man, take care of him until his dying breath.
Felix was all that he wanted, all he’d ever wanted, he’d just been too stupid, too scared, but— “You want that? Even after everything I told you?”
“Liam, I want that because of everything you told me. I-I’ve always loved you, even when I hated you, and we’ve wasted enough time.”
Warmth bubbled up, filling Liam’s chest and rising to choke him. He blinked away tears. His hand strayed down to stroke Felix’s rigid cock, moaning at the smooth slide of skin over its iron length. “Then let’s start making up for what we lost. I need you to come for me when I claim you.”
“Not an issue,” Felix groaned, his hips rocking, pumping his dick into Liam’s fist.
His inner wolf howled, the little room thick with pheromones.
Liam began to move again, the slow slide of his cock a building tempo, their tongues tangling. Felix’s dick wept, crying for release. He whimpered and gasped, turning away, palms flat against the washer. Liam stroked him harder, his grip rough.
“Oh God, please…”
“Come for me, baby.” Liam nuzzled at his neck, breath ragged, trying to hold back his own orgasm.
Searching for the right angle until Felix cried out, Liam’s dick sweeping across the warlock’s gland with every thrust. Felix’s cock grew harder, pulsing in Liam’s fist as he pumped it.
His own cock throbbed, painfully hard, Felix’s tight walls pulling at him, taking him deep.
“Liam, I’m gonna—” Felix’s asshole clenched, and hot cum spurted over Liam’s knuckles.
He sank his fangs into the warlock’s shoulder with a sob as his own pleasure took him, his balls drawing up and heat zinging from the base of his spine to the top of his head, the room washed in white with an influx of euphoria—
Liam’s eyes went wide as the base of his cock expanded, and his orgasm intensified, rolling through him like an echo. Beneath him, Felix came again, searing bursts of cum spattering to the floor. They fell against the washer with a loud clang, panting.
“What in the actual fuck?”
Liam swallowed raggedly, pushing up off the warlock, and stared down at where their bodies were connected, speechless for a moment. “Holy shit. I think I knotted you.”
“What do you mean ‘you think?’ It feels like you just shoved an apple up my ass!”
“I mean, it’s never happened before.” Liam laughed, running a hand over his face. “I guess my wolf approves of you being my mate. Give it a sec, it’s supposed to go down after a couple minutes.”
“What?! A couple—”
There was a knock on the door, and they froze. “Uncle Felix?” Sway’s voice trembled.
Felix and Liam stared at each other, wide-eyed. “Um…yes?”
“Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled, and Liam flailed back to hold it shut. “I thought I heard fighting.”
“No, nope, no fighting,” Felix squirmed, but the knot wasn’t going anywhere yet. Liam bit back a moan. That wasn’t gonna make it go down any faster. “Just, um, cleaning some pipes.”
The fuck?! Liam slapped a hand over his mouth, his shoulder shaking, and Felix gave him a dirty look. Yeah, that didn’t help, considering he was still on hands and knees with Liam’s dick knotted in his ass.
“Oh. Is Liam in there with you? Can I help?”
Abject horror flashed across Felix’s face. “No! Um, I mean, um, yes, he is, but it’s really filthy in here, and we’re almost done. You should go back to bed. We have a big day ahead of us.”
“Can I have cereal for breakfast?” she asked, her slippered foot toeing at the crack beneath the door.
“All the cereal you want. Now bed, hurry, shoo, Santa’s watching.”
The last sent her scampering, and Liam fought not to burst out laughing. “God, I hope not. He’d probably have a coronary if he saw this.”
“Forget him,” Felix snorted. “I almost had a coronary just now, and I can’t see anything.”
“It’s a really nice visual,” Liam murmured, running his hand over Felix’s fuzzy cheeks as the knot slowly started to abate.
Felix opened his mouth like he was going to say something and then closed it again. Liam cocked a brow, and the warlock huffed. “You’ve really never knotted someone before?”
“Nope.” Liam shook his head as he slipped free.
He grabbed something out of the hamper to clean up.
“I haven’t left my bite on anyone either.
Trust me, it was cited more than once as proof positive of my ‘lack of intimacy,’ but knotting isn’t something weres can control.
It’s all my wolf, and he just claimed you as his mate as much as me biting you did.
You’re mine now, Felix, for better or for worse. ”
Felix dropped the cloth he’d been cleaning up with and put a hand to the two tiny puncture wounds. They’d already scabbed over. “So, you’re telling me that in were culture, we just got married fucking on my parents’ laundry room floor?”
Liam grinned at him and tossed the bundle of sticky fabric into the washer. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Felix huffed. “Well then, you better come upstairs and clean up with me. I’m not enough of a deviant to have sex in my parents’ bed, but there’s no way I’m spending my wedding night alone.”
“Are you asking me to stay over and cuddle?” Liam grinned, standing to pull on his pants.
“No, I’m telling you,” Felix said, doing the same.
“Then that’s what I’ll do.” Liam pulled him close and kissed him. “I love you, Felix Simms. From here on out, whatever you want, if I can give it to you, it’s yours.”
“Lucky for you it’s a short list. Shower, cuddle, and make me some of that coffee tomorrow morning.” He huffed softly and looked up at him, his expression so vulnerable Liam’s chest ached. “You’re really serious about this?”
“Yeah. You’re mine, Felix. There’s no undoing what just happened.”
The warlock smiled coyly. “Good. Because I love you, too, Liam Montgomery, and if you ever break my heart again, I’ll have Matilda turn you into a frog and feed you to Chambers.”
“Before or after Jena makes my scrotum into a coin purse?”
“She threatened you?” Felix grinned at Liam’s nod. “Nice. She would definitely get first dibs.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Liam kissed his forehead. “And if I ever do anything to hurt you, I’ll offer it up myself, but right now, that shower sounds awfully good.” He cupped Felix’s rear and pressed his hardening length against the warlock’s belly. “And I promise I’ll make it feel even better.”
Felix grinned as he took Liam’s hand and led him upstairs.