After an eternity of “prepping”—which, by the way, was not a sexy word. Someone should really protest that one on behalf of all gay men everywhere—Wade slicked up his cock and pressed the head right up against Alex’s entrance.
Alex held his breath, unsure that Wade knew just how much the anticipation was killing him.
Then, with a single hard push, Wade buried his cock inside, forcing a strangled sound from Alex that wasn’t quite a moan but wasn’t any less guttural.
Wade’s cock was apparently designed by a sadist for maximum impact. Every inch stretched Alex wider, sinking deeper until his mate was flush against his ass, balls slapping skin.
Neither one spoke for a moment. All the words had been replaced by sensation.
Wade held still, probably savoring the fact that Alex was currently impaled like some prize.
“If you keep being so damn considerate,” Alex said, half-dazed, “people are going to start thinking you’re nice.”
“Not nice,” Wade said, voice dropping lower. “Just obsessed.”
Alex pushed back, making it very clear what he wanted. No sense playing coy with a wolf shifter who could read every twitch of your muscles.
Wade got the message. He started to move, slowly at first then faster, driving into Alex with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent him sliding forward on the bed, but Wade just yanked him back, a hand gripping his hip tight enough to bruise.
The pleasure was raw, almost brutal. Every time Wade slammed in, his cock mashed Alex’s prostate, drawing sounds from him he’d never made for anyone else.
It was filthy, and he loved it.
A hand snaked around to grip Alex’s cock again, stroking the hard flesh in perfect time with Wade’s thrusts.
Alex arched his neck back, turning to catch a glimpse of Wade’s face. Sweat beaded on the guy’s brow, hair falling loose over his eyes, jaw clenched as he fought to control himself.
Not for Alex’s sake, but because he was determined to draw it out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Wade muttered, words practically vibrating against Alex’s ear.
Just then his mate shifted his angle, drilling into him so deep that Alex saw stars.
Maybe even planets.
It was so good. The sweat, the sound, the way Wade growled Alex’s name into his neck. Even the roughness was perfect, exactly what Alex wanted.
To be taken, owned, claimed.
He came with a shout, cock pulsing in Wade’s fist, all his muscles tightening at once. Hot cum splattered across the sheets, messy, wild, and absolutely perfect.
At the same time, Wade bit down hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Alex might’ve yelped, but instead, something inside him snapped.
Right at the moment of orgasm, everything stilled.
Alex’s heart tripped then raced. A new beat echoed through him, familiar yet alien. Wade’s heartbeat, thundering in time with his own.
The skin tingled where Wade’s teeth held him. A pale purple mist rose from Alex’s chest, shimmering in the morning light, while a thick dark blue ribbon spiraled upward from Wade. The two tendrils met above them, swirling together, knotting up in a way that made sense only to shifters and maybe advanced chemistry majors. Then, in a perfectly timed finale, the blue shot into Alex’s chest and the purple dove into Wade’s, sealing the deal.
Alex felt it all the way through. The way Wade was now inside him, not just physically but something deeper, something nearly impossible to shake.
No pain. Just the unshakable sense of belonging.
Alex bit right back, sinking his teeth into Wade’s shoulder, marking him in return. He’d had to damn near twist his head all the way around, but Wade leaned forward enough so Alex could bite him.
Wade pumped the last of his cum inside Alex then collapsed forward, pinning Alex to the mattress with all his ridiculous muscled weight.
It shouldn’t have been a turn-on, but the possessiveness radiating off Wade made Alex’s toes curl. He pretended not to notice as Wade ran his hand over Alex’s chest, stopping to linger at every freckle and hollow, as if cataloguing them.
