I meant what I said. Everything I had was his. Everything. I wanted it that way. I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I wanted that more than I wanted anything for myself. It was all I could think of. I tried to concentrate on my dick. I asked it politely to knot and when that didn’t work, I asked it impolitely. I closed my eyes and used all my energy to try to push my intention to that part of my body. Nothing happened. Not a single thing.
“I’m sorry, Jules. I can’t do it.”
He twisted and looked back at me again. “You’re Sully goddamn Cleary. There’s nothing you can’t do.” His eyes were dark and set. He gave me a long look. It was the sort of look you usually see in the eyes of an animal. A wild animal. An animal that’s never seen the inside of a cage. “Give it to me,” he whispered into my ear. “Give me your knot. Fill me and fuck me and knot me until I can’t walk. Do it.”
I started shaking. Not just my hands. My thighs, my arms and my lungs. I swayed. I felt dizzy. Blood rushed to my cock. It started swelling in a way that was unbelievable.
Unreal.
Magick.
“Fuuuuck,” wheezed Jules. “Yes. Oh, God, yes. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. Don’t stop. Knot me. Knot me, Sully. Knot me until the sun comes up in the morning. Don’t pull out and don’t stop until neither of us can move.”
Hearing Jules beg for my knot was a very special brand of pleasure. Pleasure that felt damn close to pain. It spoke to my soul. It spoke to an old part of my brain I’d never used before. The words landed and dissipated. They broke me open. They undid former versions of me, untying them until it was like they’d never existed. They folded under and over and through each other and then they pulled tight. They gave rise to something new.
An alpha.
In that second, I stopped feeling like I was an alpha because of a set of confusing characteristics I’d inherited. Who I was wasn’t random. It wasn’t good or bad luck. It was no accident. I was a leader. A wild man. A wolf. I was built to make others cower. I was born to choose my own path, to run at the front of a pack. I was a predator. I was born to hunt and to kill. I was born to take the first bite.
The first.
The first.
The room burst into vibrant color. I gnashed my teeth and snarled, sending spittle flying, as I pushed Jules forward onto his knees. The sounds I made belonged outdoors. They belonged in the woods. I grunted and growled. I didn’t come close to trying to stop it. Why would I? I was an alpha. Jules was an omega. Everything was as it should be.
I drilled my knot into Jules. Rearranging his insides with long, hard strokes that made him cry out in ecstasy. I thrust into him in a way that made his head whip back and every muscle in his back tense on impact. I did what he said. I gave him what he asked for. He screamed in pleasure the first time he came on my knot. The second time, too. The third time as well.
I was relentless. I fucked him and fucked him. His arms gave way first. His legs followed suit not long after. He lay prone on the rug. Face down. Legs splayed open, with me kneeling between them. I used both hands to lift his hips to the height I needed them, and I kept thrusting as if my life depended on it. When I came, I thought I might die of pleasure. It crashed into me. It hit me from all angles. I thought it would kill me. Maybe it did. Maybe I died for a few seconds and came back to life. I can’t say for sure, but that was what it felt like.
Afterward, I couldn’t move. I collapsed onto Jules until I caught my breath. Until I came back to myself, and it occurred to me I was crushing him. When that happened, I rolled over gently, taking Jules with me, so we were both lying on our sides. I curled my legs up close to him. My dick was still hard inside him. Knotted and thick. I tried to pull out, but it made him flinch when I did it.
“Stay,” he moaned.
I carefully reached back to the sofa and managed to grab hold of the throw blanket and a pillow. I lifted Jules’s top leg and slid the pillow between his knees to take some of the pressure off his hole. He sighed his thanks and fell fast asleep before I’d even covered him with the blanket.
I didn’t sleep well. I drifted in and out. My knot was still swollen. It was wildly oversensitive. Any small movement I made sent shivers through me. I tried to lie still, I did, but every beat of Jules’s heart sent rumbling vibrations through my cock and straight up my spine. When I closed my eyes, sleep was no mercy. I had my arm crooked under Jules’s head. My face was close to his neck. His scent gland taunted me. The dreams that found me taunted me too. I dreamed of Jules. Jules on my porch at the homestead. Jules under the willow tree at the creek. Jules in the woods and Jules at the river. In every dream, Jules said the same thing. The same thing only. In each of the dreams, he turned to me slowly, one eyebrow raised up and the other drawn down. The corners of his mouth quirked up when he saw me and he tilted his head slightly, giving me a hint of a nod. Every time, the Jules of my dreams said the same thing.
“Bite me.”
17
IwokewhenJulesstarted stirring. I was exhausted. Throughout the night, Jules was hit by wave after wave of heat. Hot waves that made his breathing grow shallow and his ass clench around me. When it happened, I held him tight and rocked my hips against him. I rocked him. I stroked him, too. I rocked him and stroked him until he spilled in my hand and sighed to himself as he fell back to sleep.
I was as spent and satiated as I’d ever been, but I sure as hell wasn’t well rested. When I wasn’t tending to Jules, I was panicking about the state of my dick. It was rock solid. It hadn’t softened all night. It was knotted as tightly as a dick could possibly be. I was worried about it, but I was more worried I was hurting Jules. I was frantic, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was stuck. We were stuck together.
As the warm morning light streamed into the cabin, my knot finally subsided. It softened at last. Jules started moving, yawning loudly, and stretching, arching his hot flesh against mine. I knew I had to act fast before I had a brand-new boner problem to contend with. I pulled out of him carefully. He hissed through his teeth as I eased my head out of him. He rolled over and pushed himself onto his hands and knees and then scrambled to his feet. His hand whipped back to his butt as he straightened up. His brow creased deeply, and he pressed his lips tightly together to stop himself from making a sound. I was filled with dread.
“My God, Jules, are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” My voice crept up to a wail.
He rolled his eyes and gave me a careless shrug. “We fucked for hours, okay? It was my first time. Of course, I can feel it.”
“But, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”
I was crushed that he was in pain. Last night had been wild and crazy, and yes, parts of it felt like a fever-dream, but it was without a shadow of a doubt the best night of my life. I wanted it to be the same for Jules. I wanted that desperately.
“I’m fine, Sully. I’ll heal.” His mouth turned up as a cocky grin spread across his face. “Besides,” he said, opening his palms at his sides in a careless shrug, “totallyworth it.”
I felt mildly reassured. I got to my feet and started looking around for my jeans.
