He switched sides, giving my other nipple the same attention, lips wet, breath hot, tongue swirling and flicking until my hips were rolling up, chasing friction. He mouthed lower, then back up, kissing across my chest, over my pecs, then buried his face in my left armpit, inhaling deep.
The sound he made—half growl, half moan—sent a spike of raw need straight through me. He licked, tasted the sweat and musk, sucked at the hairy skin, dragging his nose back and forth, filling his lungs with me. It was so filthy, so intimate, and I loved it.
“You smell like mine,” he murmured, voice shaking, mouth still pressed to my pit. “Like home. Like something wild I never want to forget.”
I pressed my arm down, holding his face there, not letting him up, grinning as he breathed me in like he was drowning. “Get it all. Want you carrying my scent for days. Want every wolf in the mountains to know who made you come tonight.”
He moaned, licking deeper, grinding his cock against my hip, then switched to my other pit, licking, biting, worshipping until I was shaking beneath him, head thrown back, begging for more.
“Please, Michael—want you everywhere. Want to mark you too.”
He looked up, face slick with sweat and lust, and stretched out along my body, skin to skin, mouth finding my neck, shoulder, jaw, biting, licking, kissing—leaving proof of us on every inch. I buried my face in his hair, nosing along his throat, shoulder, chest, breathing him in, then pressed my nose to his neck, scenting him, rolling him so I could rub my jaw and cheeks along his collarbone, his chest, even down to his hip.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, voice deep and rough, breath hot against his skin. “Mine tonight. All of you.”
He shuddered, voice trembling. “Always. I want to feel it. Want to remember every inch of this.”
He pressed his body down over mine, cocks sliding together, nipples hard, pits slick with sweat and spit, hands roaming everywhere. The need to possess and be possessed, to mark and be marked, burned in both of us—animal and honest and so, so human.
We kissed again, slow and bruising, pouring every bit of longing and love and want into each desperate touch, both of us knowing we’d never be able to get enough.
I rolled him gently, unable to keep my hands off him, needing to see him open and begging beneath me. Michael let me guide him, breath hot and shaky, until he was on all fours in the middle of the bed—shoulders tense, hips up, looking back at me with wild, storm-colored eyes.
I took a second just to stare—his body stretched out, back arched, thighs trembling, ass thick and covered in dark hair, hole already slick from my spit and the work of my tongue. My cock throbbed at the sight, at the thought of being the first to take him like this.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, squeezing a cold line over my fingers, working it between Michael’s cheeks, over his hole, teasing him with slick circles and slow, lazy pressure. He pushed back, shameless, moaning when I pressed a thumb inside, just to stretch him, just to make him clench around me.
“You ready for me?” I whispered, voice hoarse, leaning over him, letting my cock drag through the fur at his crack, nudging his rim, not quite pushing in. “Been dreaming about this—about filling you up, making you drip with me.”
He groaned, forehead pressed to the mattress, whole body shaking. “Please, Daniel—want it so bad, want to feel you inside me, want to be bred, marked, used. Make me yours.”
“Yeah?” I let the head of my cock nudge his entrance, circling slow, dragging wetness over him, letting the anticipation burn hotter. “You want to feel every inch? Want to be stretched open for your Alpha, stuffed so full you can’t think?”
“Yes—yes, please, Daniel, I need it—need you to fuck me, to claim me, to fill me up until I can’t breathe?—”
I reached down, fisting his hair, tugging his head up just enough so I could see his face, see the need written there. “You’re going to get it all,” I promised, voice nearly breaking. “Every last drop. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
He whimpered, pushing back, begging for it. I spat in my palm, slicked myself up one more time, then lined up—head pressing right against his hole, teasing, just enough pressure to make him gasp but not give him what he wanted.
“You ready?” I breathed, letting my cock drag down and up again, smearing him, watching his body shudder with need.
“I’m ready,” he begged, looking over his shoulder, eyes wild, hair damp with sweat. “Please—don’t make me wait—need to feel you inside, need you to claim me.”
I leaned forward, chest pressed to his back, mouth at his ear. “I’m going to breed you, Michael. I’m going to fill you so deep you’ll feel it for days. You want that?”
“Yes,” he whispered, broken and eager. “Please, Daniel. Make me yours.”
I pressed in slow, inch by inch, letting my cock stretch him open properly, making sure he felt every bit of me. Michael gasped, fingers digging into the sheets, breath coming out in shaky bursts as his body adjusted around the sheer size of me.
“Easy,” I murmured, more for myself than for him, hands tight on his hips, holding him steady. “Take your time. I’ve got you.”
He moaned, low and needy, pushing back just a little, testing the stretch. I stayed still, buried deep enough that I could feelhis pulse around me, the heat, the tightness. My cock throbbed, leaking, every nerve screaming to move, but I forced myself to wait, to let him feel it.
“You feel so full,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “I can feel all of you. Every inch.”
“That’s because I’m not going anywhere,” I said quietly, rocking just a fraction, enough to make him gasp again. “I want you to remember this. I want your body to know me.”
He shuddered, then rocked back harder, a hungry, desperate motion. “Daniel… please. I don’t want gentle anymore.”
