Liam hurried onto the bed, bracing on his elbows as he arched his back, ass high and legs spread wide.
Jacob slicked himself as he stared at the perfect curve of Liam’s ass. He was offering himself up without hesitation, and it stripped Jacob down to nothing. Every rational thought had burned out somewhere between Liam’s mouth and this bed, leaving only raw need.
All he could think about was claiming that ass until he forgot his own name. He prepped him quickly—just the bare minimum—then lined up and thrust hard, burying himself deep in one motion.
Liam cried out, his back arching.
He held still for a beat—barely. Then he snapped his hips forward, no patience left in him. He needed thisnow. He yanked Liam back, slamming into him, picking up speed with every thrust. The force shoved Liam forward on the mattress. Jacob’s grip was bruising, forcing him to take every inch. The slap of skin echoed, sharp and constant, as Liam moaned brokenly into the sheets.
“Still green?” he forced out, desperate for a yes.
“Yes—fuck—yes!” Liam gasped.
“Good boy.”
Jacob lost the last shred of control. He pulled out and flipped Liam onto his back, spreading him wide before driving in again. He needed to see his face. Needed every flicker of emotion and every tremor. He pressed a hand to Liam’s throat—not squeezing, not yet. “You remember the rule?”
“Three taps,” Liam rasped. “I know.”
Jacob’s mouth curled into a dark smile. “Good. Because I’m taking all of you.”
His grip tightened enough to steal the air from Liam’s lungs. His eyes went wide, lips parting on a gasp that didn’t quite make it out. Jacob rocked into him, deep and devastating, watching him struggle for breath. “You’re mine,” he said, voice rough. “No one else gets this.”
He eased the pressure—just enough for Liam to gasp in a breath—then tightened again, driving into him with everything he had. He watched Liam surrender completely, trust swallowing every last trace of resistance.
Liam writhed beneath him, his nails digging into Jacob’s back, hips jerking up to meet every thrust. Strangled, desperate sounds ripped from his throat, each one going straight to Jacob’s cock.
Without warning, Liam stiffened, muscles drawn tight as his orgasm tore through him. His back arched off the bed as his eyes rolled back, mouth open in a surprised cry.
He came untouched—release painting his stomach in thick hot ropes.
Jacob felt every twitch and clench, as if Liam’s body was trying to pull him deeper and keep him there.Fuck. Watching him come untouched was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
He didn’t stop. He fucked Liam through it until he was boneless beneath him and Jacob couldn’t hold back any longer. Ecstasy ripped through him before he could brace himself. His vision went white at the edges, lungs emptying in a ragged groan. Every muscle locked as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
For a moment, there was nothing else. No thought, no air—just Liam and the blinding certainty that no one else would ever come close.
Even as the aftershocks tore through him, he didn’t let go. Couldn’t. His hand slid from Liam’s throat to his jaw, thumb brushing away a tear on his cheek. “You with me?”
Liam’s eyes met his, glassy and heavy-lidded. “Yeah. I’m here.”
Jacob looked down at him, at this man who had just given him everything. The thought came without warning, certain in a way that left no room for doubt.
Mine.
Chapter 33
Liam
He couldn’t move. Not because he was in pain—though there was plenty of that. His thighs trembled when he so much as thought about shifting, his throat burned with every swallow, and his body pulsed in places that had never known that kind of ache before.
But what held him in place was Jacob—pressed close and still inside him. His palm was holding Liam’s jaw as if letting go wasn’t an option yet, like maybe Jacob wasn’t ready for this moment to end any more than Liam was.
Something inside him had cracked wide open, and now he didn’t know how to put the pieces back together. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. He stared at the ceiling, lungs dragging in air slow and uneven.
Jacob pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder before gently pulling away. He winced as Jacob eased out of him. The absence struck hard, leaving his chest pulling tight. God, he hated the empty feeling that came over him; despised the way it clawed at his ribs. It made his hands itch to pull Jacob back and keep him close. He had never felt stripped open like this, and he didn’t know how to make sense of it.
Jacob lay down beside him, his palm sliding from Liam’s jaw to the center of his chest. With his other hand he grabbed a shirtthat was hanging off the bed, using it to swipe gently at the mess on Liam’s skin before tossing it aside.
