“Tell me what you need. Say it.”
He hesitates, struggling. He doesn’t want to give in, but he does. He cracks right down the middle.
“I need it. You.Please,” he whispers.
My hands reach out, pulling him toward me.
In the distance, I hear the Howlers, the booming thunder droning out their calls—feral, desperate—as I spin Arbor’s body around and drag my lips up his neck.
He cocks his head, giving me better access as I reach up and rip the shirt off him.
He moans, the fabric biting at his flesh as it tears down the middle. His skin is vibrating, warm, pulsing with need. My fingers drag down his chest and abdomen, cupping his hard cock.
I squeeze it, and he pushes his hips into my touch.
“You want my knot?” I ask, and he nods quickly, one of his hands reaching behind me, cupping the back of my neck and keeping me against his skin.
“I want it. I need it. Alpha. Please.”
My fingers slide down the loose-fitting pants he’s wearing, and they fall to a puddle on the floor, leaving him gloriously naked for me.
So fucking pretty, I think as I take in his shimmering skin, the way he almost seems to glow.
“You don’t want to want it, though, do you?”
“No, but fuck. Will you take care of me through it?”
“Mm, yes, but tell me this first.” I drag my nose up his neck, and he whimpers. “What are you?” I ask as I inhale deeply, the vanilla and amber mixing to create a heady scent. I smelled it all fucking day, but now it’s almost too potent. It’s doing things to my pheromones, making me more wolf than man.
“I’m yours,” he moans as I stroke his hard length roughly, his soft, needy mewls making my dick strain to push inside of him. I unbuckle my tool belt and kick off my pants, then rut against his wet crack, the sound of it causing my bare cock to pulse against his warm skin.
And when he arches forward slightly, I enter him easily, his hole contracting around me as I glide home. He cries out as my hips slam against his ass, and I feel his cock pulse in my hand, cum streaming down my fingers and onto the floor.
His head falls back against my shoulder as I breathe him in, my mouth sucking on his pulse point. It’s hammering, a steady beat.
“So needy,” I murmur as I arch my hips back and slam into him again. His body shudders as I ram home once more, our balls slapping against each other, his fingers curling painfully into the nape of my neck.
“More,” he moans. “More, please, Alpha.”
I bend my knees and fuck into him, taking that greedy, wet hole until he comes again, spilling over my hand once more. The scent of his cum mixed with his slick is making my entire body quiver, my eyes shutting as I just experience it.
Arbor is fucking magic, I think as I continue to piston my dick in and out of him. He moans, holding on to the back of my neck like it’s a lifeline. I can feel his hole contracting around me, a steady thrum that heightens my orgasm. It barrels through me, my cum exploding from my tip and spilling into him. I shove deeper, making him cry out, my knot expanding as my lips pull off his skin. There’s a mark there, not a bite, but still something to show the world who he belongs to.
He sags against me, his legs shaking. He’s impaled on me, completely at my mercy.
“How do you feel?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Much better.” His hand leaves the nape of my neck and then links with mine. We just stand there, the storm raging outside, thunder and lightning making the lights flicker on and off, my generator obviously taking a beating.
“I can’t believe this happened here,” he tells me, and I squeeze his hands softly.
“I don’t mind it.”
“I’m in your house, though. You’re my employee.”
“I’m Timberwood’s employee. You just happen to be slightly above me.”
He huffs and turns his head, his lips so fucking close to my own.
