Crush came with a roar, his cock pulsing. His knot swelled faster than it had before; he kept it buried and kept going, grinding it against Killian’s prostate so Killian bucked and writhed, coming again. And again. Pleasure crackled down Killian’s nerves like fire. Crush’s breathing grew even more ragged; sweat glistened on his body as he worked Killian’s sweet spot.
“I want your cum,” Killian pleaded. “Again.”
Crush pinned Killian and came again, warmth flooding him inside.
Killian lost track of how many loads Crush deposited in him. They fell asleep between rounds of mating; whenever Crush’sknot went down, he fucked Killian to make it swell again, keeping Killian tied to him nonstop. Killian’s belly bulged with how full he was.
“Before I forget,” Crush murmured as they floated in the afterglow. “The ink comes off with oil. If you want me to stop treating your hole like it’s mine to come in whenever I want, all you have to do is wipe off the markings. There’s a bottle of baby oil and some cotton pads in the bathroom.”
Crush said all this hesitantly, as though he was secretly hoping that Killian wouldn’t do it.
“Okay,” Killian said, his cheeks growing hot.
They fell back into a companionable silence. Crush wrapped himself around Killian, falling asleep with his nose tucked into Killian’s hair.
In the darkness of the bedroom, Killian carefully traced the ink on his skin.
Crush hadn’t wanted Killian to remove his claim. But just because he wanted Killian this week, didn’t mean he would still want Killian six months from now, or maybe even a year.
The thought of Crush leaving put a terrible dread in Killian’s stomach.
This wasn’t the big L-word, right? It couldn’t be. They hadn’t known each other for very long.
What were the chances of Crush sticking around? It seemed unlikely. Sure, Killian made him laugh. Sure, they had great sex.
But what if Crush grew tired of Killian, and stuck around just for the pups?
That had to be good enough, right?
Killian swallowed and shoved aside those depressing thoughts, pulling Crush’s arm more tightly around himself.
21
WOLF, PUP, AND RABBIT
Killian wokeup feeling better than he had in a long time. He felt warm. Comfortable.Safe.
Then he smelledwolf,and his heart stuttered.
The scent of predator was intense around him. That earthy, foresty animal musk covered up everything else; it smelled as though he was surrounded by a wolf pack, their fangs almost on his skin.
Why hadn’t he sensed the danger sooner?
His palms sweating, Killian listened for threats.
He realized belatedly that there was someoneright behind him,warm breaths puffing into his hair. A steady heartbeat thumped against his back.
It wasn’t just anyone, either. It was a wolf.
Crush.
In fact, Crush was almoston topof him; he was clutching Killian to himself like a teddy bear, one heavy leg thrown over Killian’s hip.
If Killian were a bystander, he would’ve cooed and said this was adorable. But right now, all he could think was,What was I thinking, going to bed with a wolf?
He couldn’t tell how long they had slept together; blackout shades had been drawn over the windows. But he didn’t have any bloody bites on his body, either. Crush hadn’t even tried to nibble on Killian in his sleep. Did he really have that much self-control?
More importantly, Crush was completely naked, his fuzzy skin pressed snugly against Killian’s.
