Bowie collapsed onto the toilet to hide what was happening because what he wanted to do felt… wrong. All the touchingKari had done in the last three days was wonderful, but none of that mattered now his body had messed up and missed a step it usually went through—the preparing stage of his heat. He only had his other experiences to go on, and he’d never wanted to strip and hunt Kari to ride his cock. He whimpered with how hard his cock was, and the need to get up and find Kari worsened with every inhale.
What was happening was worse—so much worse than ever before. He hurt, the painful need burning every nerve ending inside of him.
“Bowie… fuck… Bowie,” He heard Kari shout, and his feet thudding on carpet before he charged into the bathroom. Bowie couldn’t help but stare hungrily at the alpha now standing in the doorway.
“Daddy,” whimpered Bowie, his desperation forcing his hands to reach out and grab hold of Kari’s cock.
Kari’s groan was pure torture as he stepped back, and Bowie sobbed.
“Daddy just needs to strip Babycakes,” Kari reassured, while he reached for the hem of his T-shirt, ripping it off. The sweats were gone seconds later, kicked into the corner of the bathroom.
“What do you need, Babycakes? Daddy’s right here for you.” Kari came closer, and Bowie hungered for the cock so close to him. The thick, veiny, tasty cock thatwas his. He wanted it to split him in two. Wanted it so badly he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Cock, want cock,” he sobbed, a part of him not quite believing he was begging in this way.
Lifted off the toilet, Kari’s touch sent him into a frenzy of need. Nothing else mattered but getting what he wanted. Bowie attacked Kari’s mouth, his hands roaming frantically over the firm muscles that bunched under the strain. His legs wrapped around Kari’s middle, rocking against the warm ridges of silkyskin. The friction against his shaft was perfect, and his ass clenched on the hard flesh sat under his bottom. Close, but not close enough, it enhanced the emptiness.
He wriggled, rocked and worked to impale himself on the cock, his lips clinging to Kari’s hungrily, not wanting to give them up, even though the need to express his desire was warring within him.
His back hit something solid and his dazed gaze met Kari’s as fingers slid down the crack of his slick coated hole and thrust inside. He rocked on them as Kari spread his fingers. They weren’t deep enough to touch the burning deep inside that was crushing him alive.
“Cock. Cock. Cock,” he sob-chanted, trying to make sense of why Kari wasn’t doing what he promised. “Help me, Daddy! Help me,” he pleaded.
“Hold on to Daddy’s neck.” The rasped words floated around his head before Bowie could clutch at them long enough to make sense of them.
He ran his fingers through the soft hair at the base of Kari’s neck and clung on. The fingers inside him disappeared and he cried out in distress at the emptiness. His body reacted with a gush of slick and his ass clenching frantically to get hold of something to stop the pain consuming him.
Kari lifted him higher, and the silky, broad head of his cock slid over his sensitive hole. Bowie couldn’t form any words, his eyes begging for what he wanted—needed. Driven, he pushed down with all his might, seeking what he wanted. There was pressure, and a stretch that made him rejoice despite the burning firing through his system. It didn’t matter when it soothed the monstrous need inside him.
Neck arching, his body strained to get Kari to sink deeper inside him.
“That’s it. Fuck Daddy the way you need to.”
Consumed by the all-consuming need, Bowie did not know what Kari was saying. It was all instinct now. He locked his ankles together and gripped Kari’s hair, rocking violently against him. Fanning the flames of his desires until they raged uncontrollably, Bowie thrust until all he could feel was Kari’s cock deep inside. It still wasn’t enough. He crushed it within his ass, not wanting it to leave, even as he rode it with a blinding passion. Nothing made sense but the need.
“More. More. More,” he chanted raggedly, uncertain why when Kari’s balls slapped under his ass with every maddening thrust.
Kari made a sound that was more animal than man. “My knot, you need my knot?”
Something told Bowie that was what he craved, and he nodded frantically, thrusting, and groaning, attempting to get that from Kari.
“Gods,” Kari exclaimed, his eyes all wolf before his mouth met Bowie’s in a frantic kiss, a low and needy mewl rumbling up his throat. His skin, slick with sweat, went unnoticed along with how his chest heaved from the effort when he felt an intense pressure start in his ass.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
This, he needed this. He couldn’t live without it. Every cell was consumed in the flood of rightness. The stretching went on and on as Kari didn’t stop devouring him. Kisses, deep and filthy, one after another. Kari worshipped his mouth until Bowie lost all sense of self. His vision wavered, and his eyelids squeezed tightly shut when his brain and body somehow begged for this. Pain—pleasure registered when the knot held him captive and hot scolding cum filled his ass in violent spurts.
He yanked away and cried in sheer joy at the feeling of cum coating his insides, triggering his own release. The power of it shattered Bowie’s reality into a million pieces only for it toreform into something he didn’t understand with how violently his body was reacting.
Kari’s growls and the wolf staring at him made each tug to his balls spurt more cum over Kari. The white marks trailing over his skin thrilled Bowie. Endless, it seemed, though the desire didn’t dissipate. It expanded the same as the knot that held him pinned to Kari. It connected them on a cellular level. Everything was different. He held the power, the key, and he wasn’t ever giving them up.
“My boy,” Kari rasped, exhaling noisily.
Throat dry, Bowie barely managed to respond. “My Daddy.”
“Always,” he replied against Bowie’s mouth, hungrily kissing him once more and increasing the sensual attack on his nervous system.
He shuddered through each ripple of pleasure tugging at his balls and rode the waves he’d never understood had a purpose. Kari did, and that was all that mattered to Bowie, now and forever. The thought skimmed over his clouded mind and solidified.
