Briggs melts against me. He lifts a hand to my cheek, holding me gently. He’s always so gentle with me. My werewolf nature is chaotic and dangerous, yet he sees past that. He just sees me, sees Wade, the guy doing his best to get through the horrors. He’s not only saved me but he’s made me want to live again.
I make a broken noise at the back of my throat, overwhelmed with emotions. I never thought I’d have this again, never letmyself dream of feeling emotions like joy or excitement or, dare I admit,love, ever again. I assumed I would fight like hell until the bitter end and die alone.
Briggs has changed my entire world. Briggs has changedme.
The hand against my cheek moves back, running over my head, petting my short hair. It feels so nice, causing my skin to break out with goosebumps despite how warm it is under the blankets with Briggs.
My stomach is a mess of excitement, my heart pounding against my ribs. The hand around Briggs’ back shakes. This is so much. This is almost too much. At the same time, I’m ravenous. I want more. I want as much as Briggs is willing to give me.
Briggs opens his lips, deepening the kiss. I jump head first into it, pushing my tongue into his mouth, moaning when my tongue meets his. My head swims. It’s taking everything inside of me to keep my inner beast at bay, to keep myself from losing my control.
I do my best to turn onto my side, the hand on Briggs’ back moves lower, cupping his hip. I pull him against me until his pelvis bumps against my hip. That’s when I feel that he’s hard, his erection rubbing against me. I moan into our kiss, my head growing foggy all over again.
Briggs is hard. He’s aroused. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am. He wants me.
I pull back, sucking in a sharp breath through my nose. I can fuckingtasteBriggs’ arousal in the air and I gasp with how fucking turned on it makes me. I need him in a way I’ve never felt before. I need him above me, squirming against me, beneath me, panting. I need him in the most carnal of ways. At the same time, all I need is him here with me, whatever that means for the two of us.
“Briggs,” I gasp out, my voice breaking with how desperate I’m feeling. Briggs just smiles down at me, adjusting himself so that he’s between my legs, hovering on top of me.
I tug him down, forcing our bodies to collide. We both gasp, feeling each other’s erections through our boxers. He gives an experimental thrust, pushing our cocks against each other and we both moan in pleasure.
“Briggs. Please.”
Briggs nods his head, thrusting against me again. As our bodies move together, he ducks down, kissing me again. I feel like my body is on fire. It’s so much. It’s so good. I groan into our kiss, the sound muffled by Briggs’ lips.
It’s hard for me to even wrap my head around that this is happening, that this is real. I might still be asleep, dreaming of having Briggs like this.
Briggs moves away from my lips, pressing hot, wet kisses against my jaw. When he nips at me, I realize with a start that this is very much not a dream. This is real. This is really happening. Briggs is kissing me silly while dry humping me under the covers.
“Fuck,” I say at a particularly perfect thrust. My dick is so hard that it’s starting to hurt, aching for release. As much as I want to come, I don’t want this to be over. I want to stretch this out for as long as I can. I want Briggs to never move from exactly where he is, fucking against me, kissing my jaw, whimpering against my skin.
One of my hands stays pressed against his spine, the other moves down to his ass, cupping him through his boxers. His movements stutter for just a moment before he’s sucking in a shaky breath and humping against me again, this time with harder, feverish movements. He’s chasing his pleasure so desperately. God, it’s hot as fuck.
“I’m so close,” Briggs manages to say through clenched teeth. His voice is so broken, so desperate. My cockthrobsas I cast my hips up, fucking up against Briggs the same way he’s fucking down against me.
“Yeah,” I breathe out, gasping in pleasure. “Me too. Come with me, Briggs.”
I tug Briggs back down and we kiss. Our pleasure continues to skyrocket until we’re too far gone to keep kissing. Instead, we end up breathing heavy against each other’s mouths, our noses bumping as we desperately hump against each other.
I’m not sure which of us crests first but all at once, we’re tipping over the edge. I dig my fingers into Brigg’s back, holding on desperately as I come. He cries out and I swallow the sound. Pleasure races through my body, making me tense all over before letting go all at once. Warm wetness pools against our bellies and the smell of our cum makes me growl at the back of my throat. I’m going to be able to smell this on our skin for the rest of the day.
“Shit,” Briggs whispers, collapsing against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight, silently begging him not to move. I bury my face against his hair, breathing him in.
This is nice. Really, really fucking nice. I wish we could stay like this all day. Hell, I wish we could stay like this forever.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that but eventually, Briggs starts to move. He kisses my cheek before getting off of me. Quietly, he makes his way into the little bathroom attached to the bedroom. I can hear him cursing to himself about trying to clean the cum out of his boxers.
I smile to myself. I’m not sure what any of this means for us, but I don’t regret it, not for a second. I care about Briggs so much. I’m not alone anymore and even though we didn’t get to pick who we ended up with during the apocalypse, I’m happy itwas Briggs who found me. If I was allowed to choose, I think I’d pick him every time.
Chapter Nine
Briggs
Things, weirdly enough, continueon. I’m not sure how much time has passed but I know it’s been a while. We are firmly in the middle of winter. Most mornings, we wake up to even more snow outside. Wade has made it his job to make sure we don’t get snowed in, going outside first thing to shovel it away.
While he does though, I get the fire going again before starting breakfast. We have a system, a routine. It feels almost domestic.
Almost.
