It was addictive, being claimed without any warning. Killian’s body had learned to grow wet the moment Crush pushed him down; Crush rewarded him by fucking him into several orgasms, filling him with so much cum that he leaked and ruined every single pair of pants.
The mess was minimized whenever Crush left his cock inside, which happened most frequently in bed. Like now.
“Oh, good, you’re awake.” Two things rubbed quickly against each other. Hands? “Now, Howl Consort, are you ready for today’s story?”
Crush growled loudly, the sound vibrating through Killian’s chest. “No! No one is ready for them! Go away!”
“I’m going away!” Footsteps sounded. “I’m out of the cabin now!”
“So why am I still hearing you?” Crush said. “The cabin is mostly soundproofed.”
“Oh. I didn’t close the front door.”
Crush growled louder.
“Now, today’s story is about the time Howl Master hid his dad’s birthday cake in his bed,” Hansel said. “It’s an epic tale.”
Crush groaned. “No!”
“Did you really hide your dad’s birthday cake in your bed?” Killian whispered.
“Yes!” Hansel said brightly.
“It came in a box,” Crush grumbled. “It was going to be safe in there!”
Killian held his breath. “But...?”
“But it looked like a pile of fluffy blanket to everyone else,” Hansel explained. “Gavric charged into his room to talk about the birthday, and he leaped onto young Howl Master’s bed.”
“Gav thought I was hiding someone in there,” Crush muttered. “It wasn’t my fault!”
“Well, you were probably acting real suspicious,” Hansel said dryly. “When you try to act innocent, you’re a mile off. Everyone can tell.”
“He ruined the cake!” Crush grumbled. “Titan was so mad at me.”
“Why even hide it under the covers?” Killian asked, baffled.
“No one expects cake to be under the covers,” Crush said. “Titan told me to keep it safe from all their slavering mouths. Under the blankets was the first place I thought of.”
“That’s kind of like the time I jumped into a leaf pile,” Killian said. “Only to realize there was a delicate flowering bush in there. No one noticed the leaves had accumulated over it until it was gone.”
Crush winced. “Ouch. I hope you weren’t punished too badly.”
“I was,” Killian said.
Crush rolled on top of him and snuggled him bodily. “Well, no one is going to punish you anymore,” Crush growled. “Mine.”
Killian’s heart stuttered. It was too soon to make any big declarations. But the more Crush cuddled him and left his scent all over him, the more Killian felt as though he had a place here, at Crush’s side.
Crush bit into Killian’s neck with his human teeth, lightly enough that he didn’t break skin. It sent a shiver down Killian’s spine anyway. He nipped Killian further and further down, until his teeth were pressed against the unmarked scent gland at the base of Killian’s neck.
That was the spot an alpha would mark, if they wanted to claim him permanently. Killian’s heart thundered.
Crush licked that spot, nuzzling it. “Someday,” he whispered, closing his lips over that bundle of nerves and sucking hard. “Someday, I’m going to put my mark here. When you’re satisfied that we’ve known each other long enough.”
Killian couldn’t help it; he grew wet. “R-really?”
“Yes.” Crush rolled his hips, thrusting between Killian’s cheeks. He covered Killian’s hole with precum and pushed in, filling him completely. “Mine.”
