“Aashhh,” the monster growled, human syllables warped by a beast’s mouth.
Ash’s chest hitched. Terror flared, but tangled now with something worse: want. A deep, dark pulse inside him thrilled at Rick’s unleashed power, at the raw hunger made flesh. Disgust should have been there, but it wasn’t. Instead, there was heat, startling and impossible to fight. His mind screamedrunwhile his body leaned in, every nerve sparking with arousal.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
But then again, fear had always been one hell of an aphrodisiac.
The struggle bled out of him, hands slipping uselessly from Rick’s wrist. Shuddering, he tilted his head back, baring his throat. His voice broke out husky, complicit: “Yes… that’s right. You know me.”
Another growl rumbled from Rick’s chest, vibrating in Ash’s core. He pressed closer, nose buried in Ash’s neck, inhaling him, tasting sweat and skin, rubbing over him with unmasked lust. Ash felt Rick’s cock thickening, swelling against his thigh, until the blunt heat of it ground into him, already wet at the tip, smearing precum over the thin barrier of fabric. The shock of it made Ash’s breath stutter, his own cock flaring in answer. His hole pulsed, slickness blooming deep inside him the way it always did, an ache to be filled instinctive, inexorable. He wasn’t prey anymore. He was chosen. Wanted.
Instead of fighting, he arched into Rick’s grip, grinding his hips against that rigid length, hands sliding over the massive chest, fur coarse under his fingertips, muscles iron-hard. His legs wrapped tight around Rick’s waist, locking them together, caging him in even as he was pinned. “Do it,” he rasped. “Take me.”
The response was vicious, immediate. With one sharp rip, Rick shredded Ash’s T-shirt, cotton splitting down the middleand flapping open. A rough tug at his waistband sent the button popping, denim groaning as claws ripped the seams apart, pants falling in tatters around his boots. His jacket slid from his shoulders in the struggle, flung aside, and cool air licked across his bared skin before Rick’s fever-hot body engulfed him.
The beast lifted him easily, arms braced under his thighs, and in a single, brutal thrust, drove his cock inside. Ash’s cry broke out raw, his hole stretching around the intrusion, unprepared yet already slick and yielding. The first shove buried Rick halfway, thick length forcing its way into tight, trembling walls. He pulled back and slammed deeper, again and again, each stroke breaching further, battering past his second hole until he was hilt-deep.
Ash gasped, mind shattering as fullness consumed him, a pleasure so fierce it blotted out thought. His nails raked through fur, clinging to the broad shoulders caging him. Rick’s cock pulsed inside him, every thrust rough, relentless, yet impossibly perfect.
“Yes—yes—fuck—” His words broke into breathless chants as Rick pounded into him, hammering his prostate with each frenzied strike, sending shocks through his limbs, sparks bursting behind his lids. His hole quivered, stretched wide, greedy for more, while Rick kept driving past his second ring again and again, pushing ever deeper, filling him past sanity.
Rick’s tongue was everywhere: lapping at his chest, swirling over his nipples until they throbbed, leaving them swollen and aching. Sharp teeth scraped his collarbone, nipped his shoulders, drawing gasps that bled into moans. The sting blurred instantly into white-hot delight, his body arching, begging for more.
His world narrowed to cock, muscle, fur, and the merciless rhythm claiming him. He was gone, drowning in rapture, hishole gushing slick to ease the ferocious pace, screaming its surrender, its hunger, its joy.
“Rick—yes, God, yes—” His cry tore ragged from his throat as his legs locked tighter around Rick’s waist, grinding down to meet every savage stroke.
And beneath the monster’s growl, Ash heard that same rough, broken sound that was Rick,hisRick. “Aashhhh…”
The thrusts grew sharper, ragged, the rhythm unraveling into something primal. Ash clung harder, hole stretched wide, each plunge hitting deeper than he thought possible. His moans spilled into gasps and pleas—yes, more, don’t stop—the sound breaking on the edge of sobs.
Rick shuddered on top of him, grinding close, the thick cock inside him pulsing with bestial urgency. Ash felt it cresting, the raw inevitability of it, as though Rick’s hunger was dragging him with it toward the same terrible peak.
“Oh God—Rick—” His voice splintered as his spine arched, hole clamping tight around the ramming cock. Release flooded him in blinding waves, streaking hot between their bellies. His mind fractured into sparks and static, his cry caught between ecstasy and prayer.
Rick roared into his neck, a guttural sound that echoed within Ash. He slammed deep, holding Ash impaled to the hilt, cock pulsing inside him, stretching him wide, shocking him with the profound fullness as it erupted, flood after flood of cum spilling deep into his gut. Ash clutched tighter, delirious, his ass milking every twitch, every untamed spasm, until it felt endless—Rick pouring into him, Ash wrung out around him, locked together in ruinous bliss.
Pinned breathless against the wall, drenched in sweat and cum, Ash let his head drop onto Rick’s fur-covered shoulder. He shook with the last aftershocks, still filled, still owned. The growl at his ear ebbed into something low, almost human, almosttender, as if the werewolf was trying to cradle him through the storm.
But Rick didn’t stop. Even as Ash sagged, half-dreaming in his arms, the beast shifted with a sudden snarl and flung him onto the bed. Ash landed belly-down across the mattress’s edge, knees hitting carpet, ass pushed out. His lungs heaved, face pressed to the sheets. Rick was already on top of him, cock still iron-hard and slick with cum.
Then he was inside again, slamming home in one ruthless stroke that knocked the breath from him. The thrusts came fast, vicious, hips hammering intohim, balls smacking his ass. Ash’s hole flexed and gushed, aching, eager, betraying him with every tremor of raw, primitive joy. He could barely think, vision blurring, consciousness slipping.
Pleasure crashed over him in endless waves, too vast to contain. His legs trembled, his arms gave out, the world going soft and dark. And still Rick fucked him, pounding harder, deeper, inexhaustible, growling his name as he rammed into him. Ash’s last fragile thought as he slid into blackness was a stunned wonder that flesh could take so much—so much ecstasy, so much ruin—and still crave more.
Chapter Thirty-Six
(3:55 a.m.)
Heat. Tight.The body under him—mate. Ash.
Claws dug into muscle, fur brushing sweat-slick skin. He drove forward, rutting hard, faster, the slick clutch of Ash dragging him deeper. Every thrust lit fire up his spine. Groans tore from his chest, rough, feral.
Scent filled him.Salt. Musk.Ash.His.
The world reduced to push and pull, the give of flesh, the slam of hips, the raw friction. Teeth snapped in the air, aching to bite, to hold, to seal.Mate. Claim. Mark.
Ash-cries bled into him, feeding the frenzy. He pressed down, crushing close, heat swelling inside again, demanding another release. He growled, driving harder, deeper, rutting with frenetic rhythm.Seed. Fill. Breed.
