Killian tried, he really did. He punched and kicked and stabbed. Sweat dripped down his neck; his muscles hummed with exertion.
“Great stamina,” Crush murmured, ducking Killian’s fist.
“I think my stamina was meant for the bedroom,” Killian blurted. Then he realized exactly how suggestive that sounded. “Fuck!”
In his distraction, Crush swept Killian’s feet out from under him. But instead of letting Killian fall all the way down, Crush grasped his arms and gently lowered him to the mat, pinning him.
Killian’s heart thundered.
“Mixed martial arts, but nothing quite like what I’ve seen,” Crush purred in Killian’s ear, his hot breath raking over Killian’s skin. He lowered the rest of his sweaty body onto Killian, pressing those lush pecs against Killian’s back. He straddled Killian’s thighs and fitted his bulge between Killian’s legs; Killian didn’t have to look, to know Crush was fully hard.
His cock was so big.
“That was so hot. And so beautiful,” Crush whispered, rocking his bulge against Killian’s inner thighs.
Killian moaned. “Are you going to claim your prize now?”
“Mmm. I’ll help you get off.” Crush pushed his nose into Killian’s hair, sniffing at his sweat. He ran his hands down Killian’s sides, then slipped one under him to feel up his chest. “I’ve been wanting to touch you. Pin you. Taste you. Feel you open up beneath me, and take what I have to give.”
Killian’s hole tingled; it grew hot and achy, desperate for touch. “You keep making me wet and you won’t do anything about it!”
The alpha growled, sharp teeth nipping the shell of Killian’s ear. “You get wet for me so readily. How many times has it been now, sweetheart? Three? Four? Your perfect little hole aching to be bred, except we weren’t in a safe place yet. I didn’t want to touch you when we weren’t safe. But we are now. I can take as long as I want, spend as much time as I wantinside you.Milk the sweet cream from your hard, pretty cock.”
Slick dripped down the back of Killian’s sac.
Crush palmed Killian’s asscheek and squeezed it. “Is that your special ability, bunny? Able to take my cock fast, take it hard, as many times as I want?”
Killian whimpered. “Yes, yes. Please—” He raised his ass and spread his legs, his body so fucking empty. He felt so wanton. But Crush had won the sparring match; he had more than earned his right to Killian’s hole.
Crush dragged his soft lips down Killian’s ear, down the side of his neck. Then sharp teeth sank into Killian’s skin, almost breaking it. Heat pulsed between Killian’s legs.
Killian scrambled to get his pants down; he managed to get his underwear to mid-thigh. Then he reached down and spread his cheeks. Crush snarled.
“Fuck!” Crush bit down harder. He sucked on Killian’s nape and trailed his lips along Killian’s shoulder, biting again. He kept biting Killian, gently at first, then more roughly, leaving so many teeth marks that it felt like a claim.
Killian came all over the mat, scrambling to hold onto something.
“Already?” Crush growled, his breathing ragged. “I haven’t even touched your pretty cock or hole. Haven’t even played with your tight little nipples. You want to be owned, don’t you, sweetheart? You want to be pinned down and bred like the sweet little rabbit you are, pumped full of cum until your belly bulges, until you can’t hold it all in anymore.”
Heat exploded through Killian’s body, nothing like he’d ever felt before. Liquid need sluiced through his veins, burning up everycell it touched. Every part of his body grew heavy, but especially his nipples, his hips, his cock and balls and hole. All of it tingled and ached. He spread his legs wider, lifted his hips higher, his body screaming to be filled.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed, his fingers digging bruisingly tight into Killian’s hips. “Yourscent.It changed. So fucking delicious right now. I can’t step away from it. It’s like you’re begging for me to plow my cock deep, plow it hard, again and again until you’re heavy with my pups.”
All Killian could do was whine. “Please please please.”
He pressed his feverish cheek against the sparring mat, his body burning up. Crush’s breath rushed out. He hiked Killian’s hips up and curled his fingers into Killian’s waistbands, yanking his clothes off his legs, so Killian was completely bare from the waist down. Then he grasped Killian’s thighs and pushed them wide apart, holding him open so his sensitive, intimate parts were all on display, an offering for his alpha.
Killian choked on his moan, cum dripping from his tip. “P-please.” He raised his ass higher and spread his cheeks again, showing Crush his aching hole.
“Fuck.” There was a wet sound, like Crush was licking his lips. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. Your hole’s all drenched and puffy, so ready to stretch around my big cock.” Warm hands cupped Killian’s and helped to hold his cheeks spread. Crush trailed two fingertips down Killian’s crack, all the way to his hole. He circled it first, stroking it lightly. Then he stroked it heavily, calluses catching against Killian’s rim.
For a second, Killian thought the alpha would push in.
But Crush trailed his touch down to Killian’s perineum, grinding down against it. Pleasure burst through Killian’s insides; he jerked and gasped, precum shooting out of his cock.
“Need, need now. Please. Need cock,” Killian whimpered, rocking against Crush’s fingers. “Inside me.”
“Fuck.” Crush brushed his thumb over Killian’s hole. With his other hand, he grasped Killian’s tight balls, carefully stroking them. “Such a cute, perfect sac.”
