Ash writhed under him, fists twisting in the sheets, ass pushing into Rick’s face, every muscle taut with pleasure. “Jesus—Rick—fuck,” he gasped, his voice high and thready, falling apart one moan at a time.
Rick didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His mind had gone white-hot and primitive. Every flick of his tongue was electric. That hole was sweet, heady,addictive, dripping heat straight into Rick’s brain. He lapped at it, fucked it with his mouth, tongue plunging to its limit, grinding his face in like he could crawl inside it. Wet, carnal slurps filled the air, the kind that left no room for dignity, just hunger and pure need.
Ash’s thighs quivered, his moans choked and desperate, body shaking in Rick’s grip. “God—I can’t—I need—”
But Rick kept going, drunk on the taste, the scent, the slickness. He gripped Ash tighter, rutting his face between those fleshy cheeks, licking from hole to taint and back again, nuzzling and sucking like a man who’d been denied this his whole life and finally found salvation. His tongue circled that greedy ring again,then drove inside, pushing past the tight muscle. It sucked him in.Welcomedhim. He moaned, loud and ruined, grinding into the mattress, gorging on that velvet-soft entrance like it was an offering to the gods. Or maybe the god was Ash, and this was the only worship Rick had ever wanted to give.
Ash sobbed into the pillow, broken and panting, voice desperate with need. “Please—Rick—fuck me. I can’t take it—I need you inside me. Now.”
Rick lifted his head slowly, face wet, lips flushed, eyes gone dark with hunger. He didn’t speak. He justmoved. Ash was spread open before him, glistening and ready, his hole slick with spit and heat. Rick lined himself up, and with a low, guttural groan, he pushed in.
There was no resistance. Ash took him readily, his hole shaping around Rick’s cock with almost no effort. Silken heat enveloped him, tight but yielding, clenching around him in wet pulses that made Rick’s eyes glaze as he sank inch by inch into that flaming paradise.
Some dim voice buried in his mind warned him this wasn’t normal. They hadn’t used lube. There should’ve been struggle, pain. No man’s body should be like this: open, dripping,ready, like it had been made for one purpose: to be filled by him. But that voice was drowned by instinct, by the ancient, animal need pounding in his blood.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, trembling, sinking deeper. “Your hole feels incredible.” The sensation was maddening—too much, too perfect, tooalive. Ash dragged him in, swallowed him whole, clutching around him with a hunger Rick could feel in his bones.
Then he hit a barrier.
“Keep going,” Ash breathed. “Don’t hold back.”
Rick thrust hard, breaching that inner ring and sliding through the second hole, past Ash’s rectosigmoid curve and into his deepest chamber.
Ash cried out, spine bowing like a bowstring, hands clawing at the sheets. “Fuck—yes,” he whimpered. “God, it feels so good—so fuckingdeep—”
Rick moved. At first slow, savoring every inch, his hips rolling, breath hitching. No one had ever taken him like this before—not all of him. Each thrust made his vision blur, his grip tighten, his control erode. Ash met him stroke for stroke, greedy for more, and the wet, carnal sounds of their fuckingfilled the loft like music made for sinners.
He leaned over, blanketing Ash from behind, cock buried to the root. “You were born for this,” he snarled in his ear, voice ragged, barely human. “For me. You feel that?”
Ash shuddered under him, breath catching. “Prove it. Fuck me senseless.”
Rick obeyed.
He pulled out, flipped him over, and dragged Ash into his lap as he knelt. Ash gasped, moaned, impaling himself again on his cock, arms winding around Rick’s neck, legs cinched tight at his waist. They kissed, vicious and open-mouthed, biting and gasping, tongues tangling, lips bruising. It was nothing soft now. Just sweat and flesh and the frantic, desperate need to becloser.
Rick pressed him flat and drove in, savage, forceful. Ash’s legs rose to his shoulders, spreading him wide open. Rick pistoned into him, brutal and relentless, his cock punching to the hilt on every stroke. “You like having my big cock inside you, huh?”
“I love it,” Ash moaned. “Give it to me harder.”
“You can take it, can’t you, boy?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop. Cum inside me.”
The bed groaned. The nightstand rattled. A lamp crashed to the floor and burst, irrelevant. Rick was no longer fully human; his teeth had sharpened, his claws dragged shallow welts across Ash’s thighs as he gripped him, possessive and trembling, achingto claim. A low growl rippled from his chest as the wolf pushed closer to the surface. When he lifted his head, breath heaving, there it was: the moon. It had broken through the clouds, silver light bleeding past the high loft windows, striping his frame in pale streaks. Not full yet, but close. Close enough to pull at him, to thin the veil between man and beast.
Ash sobbed his name, nails carving into Rick’s back. “Yes, Rick—aaaahhh!”
He came hard, muscles seizing up, cock pulsing between them as he spilled in sticky, urgent spurts. The spasms of his climax milked Rick mercilessly.
And he snapped.
He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding deep, a snarl twisting his lips as his orgasm ripped through him. His body locked, face pressed into Ash’s throat, claws sinking into the mattress on either side of Ash’s head, and he came—floodedhim—with thick, searing pulses that didn’t seem to end. Each spurt filled Ash with his seed, deeper, hotter, more than should have been possible. It poured into him in waves, overflowing, until the cum began to seep out around Rick’s cock in slow, glistening drips.
Even then, Rick didn’t stop moving. He rutted against Ash in little, instinctive thrusts, grinding out the last few pulses, hips twitching with aftershocks as his balls emptied everything into him. Their gasping breaths seemed loud in the sudden silence. The sharp, synchronous pounding of their hearts sounded like thunder.
Ash stared up at him, dazed and wrecked. Rick’s claws slowly retracted. His teeth dulled. But his cock remained seated, plump and twitching, as if reluctant to leave what it had claimed. Even as they drifted into sleep, still tangled together, he stayed locked inside, unwilling to let go.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
