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“When the heat really hits, I won’t be able to think clearly,” I told him, my tone apologetic, because I was sure it was a weird thing for someone to experience. “As in… it’ll be hard to reason with me.”

I felt and heard Brian swallow. “Okay.”

“I’m just telling you this now, because… well, you know.” I swallowed thickly and ran a soothing hand over his nape. It seemed to work, because Brian relaxed a little against me. “If you’re okay with helping me through this…”

“Klaus.” He shook his head, dipping his muzzle a little lower to nuzzle my neck. “Of course I am. I want to. More than anything.”

I smiled, almost feeling at peace despite how brain-meltingly horny I was. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Are you… are you okay with helping me through my rut too?” he asked, sounding hesitant, almost shy.

“Lucifer, yes.” I kissed the side of his head. “I trust you completely, Brian. I want everything that’s going to happen, okay? I promise.”

“Okay,” he croaked again, briefly taking one hand off the steering wheel to stroke my back. “I’ll, uh… I’ll probably be the same soon, anyway. Werewolves don’t really, um, have all that much control during a rut. So…”

My eyelids grew heavy at the idea of a mindlessly horny, beastly Brian ravishing me for hours. Days. My hole clenched around his cock and I heard him grunt, his fingers tightening on my back before he let go to grip the steering wheel with both hands again.

“Okay, so… we’re both going to lose the ability to think rationally soon,” I said. “And then we’ll just…”

Fuck endlessly until both our bodies were completely sated.

I had to stop thinking about it, because my entire being was quivering with the need to grind on his cock again. In fact, I was so turned on that there was a good chance I’d come simply from the rumble of the car’s engine making his dick vibrate inside me.

Brian cleared his throat, his body back to being tense, his muscles pumped and rock hard from all the untapped energy coursing through him, fighting to burst out. “I trust you too, Klaus. I want this too.” He swallowed thickly. “I’m glad I get to spend my rut with you.”

My throat suddenly felt too thick for me to speak. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck in a hug, burying my face in his scruff. He smelled even more like campfire smoke in this form.

“So it really did trigger your rut?” I tried not to preen with pride over it. Okay, I totally was. Being the person who was so desired by Brian that I could literally elicit a biological need in him to breed me? It felt like being anointed by Lucifer Himself.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “Definitely. I mean, it might’ve already been on the verge of starting, but I think your heat pheromones were definitely what did it.” He exhaled unsteadily. “It’s taking everything in me to stay calm right now. Driving is helping. Giving me something else to focus on.”

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” I kissed the side of his head, then twisted my neck to peer back at the road. We were on the highway now. “How’s it going?”

“Not too much traffic. Only a few double takes so far.”

I bit my lip to stifle a laugh at the thought of some poor human innocently cruising down the highway, only to pass a hulking werewolf hunched over in the car beside them with a dude straddling his lap.

“How long ’til we get to yours?” I asked, then gave him another quick hug as I grinned into his neck. I was being so well behaved, in my opinion. I doubted there’d ever been another incubus in heat who’d exhibited this much restraint. “I’m excited to see your place.”

“About ten minutes.” Brian nuzzled my neck, and I felt the gentle scrape of sharp fangs against my throat, making me shiver. “When we get there… I’m probably gonna lose it, Klaus.”

He said it like he was warning me of some terrible catastrophe about to befall me, his tone apologetic. I grinned into his fur again.

“I can’t wait.”

Chapter 39

It Begins

Brian

I had no idea how I got us home safely.

My dick was throbbing so much inside him for the entire drive that it felt like it was going to pop. The urge to fuck and knot him got stronger and stronger with each passing second, but operating a moving vehicle, one in which Klaus was situated, helped to keep me focused. I managed to rein in the worst of the rut haze descending over me, the one trying to kick off the transition that would turn me into a mindless beast for several days, until I’d pulled up on my drive and cut the engine.

Then I lost it. The last thread of my control snapped.

My hands shot from the steering wheel to Klaus’s narrow waist. My knot had finally deflated enough that I could slide it out of him, so I lifted him off my lap until only the head of my dick remained inside him. He was so wet that his slick glistened in the fur on my groin. My balls were coated with it. His hole fluttered around my cockhead as he gasped, before I plunged him back down my length.