Page 21 of Rivals

Not with one-night stands. Not with colleagues. Not withNick from fucking work.

Yet the evidence was undeniable. The base of his cock was thickening, swelling with each thrust, threatening to lock him inside Nick's body. The sensation was excruciating in its intensity, pleasure so acute it bordered on agony.

Viktor's thrusts grew more erratic, less controlled. He tried to hold back, to keep the nascent knot from pressing against Nick's already stretched entrance, but his body had other ideas. With each withdrawal, the swelling pulses drew closer to Nick's rim; with each forward drive, the thickened base threatened to breach him.

When it first pressed against Nick's entrance, Nick made a sound Viktor had never heard before. A gasping, broken noise that was neither pain nor pleasure, but something that was both.

Viktor's control slipped further. The wolf inside him howled, demanding completion, demanding he seat his knot firmly inside Nick's body and flood him with his release. His vision sharpened, the world taking on a heightened clarity. He could feel his canines wanting to lengthen, his fingernails sharpening where they gripped Nick's thighs. His balls drew tight against his body, heavy with release yet unable to find it without the final claiming.

But as he looked down between their bodies, preparing to pull away, he realized Nick was gazing down at it too.

There was no confusion in Nick's eyes. No question about what was happening. Nick knew exactly what that swelling meant. Knew the significance of a werewolf's knot forming for him.

Their eyes met, and Viktor saw something he never expected to find in Nick's gaze: Hunger. A reckless, desperate need that matched the beast raging inside Viktor's own chest.

Nick's tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and Viktor felt the tremor run through him like a live wire. "Shit," Nick breathed, voice barely there. "Well, look at that…"

Viktor’s chest tightened. He should say something.Dosomething. But he just watched, his own breath coming rough and uneven as Nick slowly—hesitantly—dragged his gaze back up to meet his.

And Viktor saw it then. Everything.

The war waging behind those sharp blue eyes. The push and pull of logic and instinct, of fear and longing. The undeniable, electric need humming beneath it all.

Nick was scared.

And he wanted it anyway.

He watched as Nick bit his lip, a small whimper escaping him. The sound was like a match to gasoline, igniting something deep within Viktor. The thought of pulling out, of leaving Nick the moment he came, felt wrong—almost unthinkable. His instincts screamed at him, a relentless need to claim what was his, to make him his in every possible way.

Viktor’s heart pounded in his chest, the decision warring within him. He could feel the knot growing larger, the pressure building with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a primal urge that demanded satisfaction.

Nick’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. But there was no fear in them, only a deep, burning need that matched Viktor’s own. His heels dug into Viktor's ass, spurring him on.

"Scared?" Nick gasped out, his voice strained but defiant even as Viktor's cock continued to pound into him. "Afraid you can't—fuck!—back up all that big bad wolf talk?"

The taunt hit Viktor like a physical blow. Even now, pinned and impaled, Nick was challenging him. The audacity of it, the sheer, reckless courage… It broke the last thread of Viktor's restraint.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," Viktor growled, the words barely human.

Nick's eyes flashed, a dangerous smile curling his lips despite the near-constant moans Viktor's thrusts were wringing from him. "Try me."

Something snapped in Viktor's chest—control, reason, sanity—all of it surrendering to the primal need coursing through his veins. With a snarl that echoed through the clearing, he adjustedhis grip on Nick's thighs, spreading them wider, positioning himself perfectly.

"Mine," Viktor growled, and slammed forward with all his supernatural strength.

The half-formed knot breached Nick's entrance in one brutal thrust. Nick's shout tore through the night, his back arching violently off the tree. "Fuck!" he cried out, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Victor—shit, that's big—"

Viktor couldn't speak, couldn't think. The sensation of his knot expanding inside Nick's clenching heat was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It grew with each pulse of his heartbeat, stretching Nick from the inside, binding them together in the most primal way possible.

Nick was taking it—impossibly, incredibly—his human body adapting to the inhuman intrusion. His eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, pupils blown so wide the iris was just a thin ring of color.

When the knot reached its full size, locking them together completely, Viktor released a guttural groan that was more wolf than man. The pressure was exquisite, Nick's inner muscles squeezing his sensitized knot, sending jolts of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain shooting up his spine.

"God," Viktor gasped, his voice wrecked. "You're taking all of me."

He couldn't withdraw now, couldn't pull out more than a fraction of an inch without sending them both into paroxysms of sensation. Instead, he began to rock, grinding his hips in tight circles that kept his cock buried deep, his knot pressed firmly against Nick's prostate.

The effect on Nick was immediate and devastating. His entire body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on Viktor's knot with each grinding thrust. Broken sounds spilled from his lips—half-formed pleas, curses, Viktor's name repeated like a mantra.Nick's legs tightened around Viktor's waist, heels digging into his back, using the leverage to grind himself down harder onto Viktor's knot. The move was so unexpected, so perfectly Nick, that Viktor felt his climax building with unstoppable force.

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