“I’ll breed you,” Crush rasped, starting a hard rhythm. “I caught you and I won you. Now you’re mine.”
Killian’s body sang. Crush kept slamming against his prostate, heavy strokes that left Killian breathless. “Yes, yes please alpha, please—! Want your cock!”
Crush swore and leaned in, biting down on Killian’s shoulder to hold him in place, his cock driving deep. When Killian came again, Crush fucked him through that orgasm. He fucked Killian through the next one too. Killian lost track of everything but the alpha on top of him, Crush’s hands heavy on his shoulder and hip, his cock working to breed Killian the way he was meant to be.
“I’m not going to stop breeding you,” Crush panted. “I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter, over the couch, over the bed, pin you and make you take my cock whenever I want. This hole here?” He traced his thumb along Killian’s stretched rim. “This ismine.You will know my knot, and my knot only. I will fuck you ‘til you gape, carry you around on my knot, and make you come until you black out.”
Killian came with a cry, his balls writhing. “Need your cum. Please alpha. Please. Fill me and knot me. I don’t want you to ever pull out.”
“Fuck!” Crush roared, his cock swelling as he came deep inside, hot jets of cum flooding Killian’s body. Almost immediately, his knot swelled at his base. He held Killian down, keeping himself buried deep so his round, girthy knot thickened behind Killian’s rim, locking inside his body.
It kept growing. It stretched Killian wider and wider, a steady pressure against Killian’s prostate that made him shudder whenever either of them moved. Killian scrabbled at the sparring mat, coming again.
“Yeah? You like my knot?” Crush rumbled, rolling his hips so his knot pressed against that spot. Killian tried to breathe.
“Y-y-you’re gonna m-make me come again,” Killian whined, his voice breaking.
“Come,” Crush said, shoving his knot deeper.
Killian came violently. Before he could ride out his climax, Crush was rolling his hips, grinding down with his knot to push Killian into his next gasping orgasm. He did this relentlessly, until Killian was incoherent and his entire body was a bundle of nerves, pleasure filling his every cell.
That whole time, Crush continued to come inside him. Then his thrusts began to pick up again, faster and harder, his breathing growing ragged.
He came a second time inside Killian, still knotted, his cock pulsing. Killian’s instinctspurred.
Bred,his instincts sang.Bred by a big alpha cock.
Killian blacked out.
When he wokeup some time later, he realized he was lying on the covers of a huge, soft bed. He was in a large, airy room with picture windows and a high ceiling, and various wolf paintings on the walls.
“You’re awake,” someone rumbled behind him.
Killian startled, blinking rapidly at the warm arm wrapped around him, and the wall of heat plastered against his back.
“You’re safe,” the alpha said before he could panic. “We sparred in the gym and got... carried away. I brought you here after you passed out.” Warm breath puffed in his hair, accompanied by a nuzzle. “Well, I took a detour and dressed the bullet graze on your arm. Hope that’s okay.”
There was a light wrapping around Killian’s bicep, and the scent of antiseptic cream.
“Crush,” Killian blurted.I can trust him.His entire body relaxed.
“You remember.” Crush sounded pleased. He wrapped himself more snugly around Killian, all muscle and strength. “Mine.”
“Y-yours?” Killian’s thoughts stuttered and blanked out. “Did we, uh, do some weird wolf bonding ritual that we can’t undo? Like those selkie coats? Or like if you smashed your Gran’s ninetieth birthday cake in front of everyone and there’s no backup cake?”
Crush was stock-still for half a second. Then he began to tremble, telltale huffs of laughter escaping his nose. “Haveyouactually done that, bunny? Mowed down your Gran’s birthday cake?”
Killian shrank into himself, his ears burning. “Uh. Yes?”
“You poor thing.” Crush squeezed him.
“It was so embarrassing,” Killian whined. “I didn’t know the cake was there! I was trying to escape the scary receptionist at the retirement home so I ran, except they were carrying Gran’s cake across the function room and... and I ran into it. And it flew across the room and splattered all over her lap. A blueberry even got wedged up her nose; I didn’t know how it got there!” Killian hid his face, mortified all over again. “It was all everyone could talk about for years.”
Crush chuckled, rubbing Killian’s chest. “How did your Gran react to it, though? Was she mad?”
“No, she... she laughed,” Killian admitted, cringing again.
“I bet you made her day,” Crush said. “There were lots of people there, right? She didn’t even have to do any cleanup. It was done for her. And maybe she could eat as much of the cake as she wanted because it all landed in her lap. She didn’t have to share it with her guests.”
