Page 35 of Wolf Found

He’d gone into heat in the night.

Ash didn’t seem bothered, though. He smiled down at Graham, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Did he want a real answer? An easy “I’m fine, thanks”? Come to think of it, howwashe? He wasn’t nearly as achy as he usually was at the start of his heat.

Well, he was a little achy, but that wasn’t the heat. That was... He blushed and ducked his head. “I’m fine, I think. You can go, if”—he remembered he was in Ash’s room in the middle of dismissing the man—“oh no. I’m so sorry. I—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there,” Ash whispered, rolling them over so he was half on top of Graham. It was so warm and so reassuring, Graham just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep like that. “First of all, I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to. If you want me to go, just tell me, and I’m gone”—Graham shook his head vehemently, and Ash smiled at him—“but, babe, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.”

Graham looked around the room, as though it were proof enough of his crime. Existing in a place that wasn’t his. Getting his omega scent on things. Going into heat and proving he wasn’t a convenient beta.

Ash leaned down and kissed him softly. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss. “You were incredible last night.” Kiss. “I’m so happy you’re comfortable in my bed.” Kiss. “You’re welcome to stay for your heat. For after it. Forever.”

The kisses went from soft to searching, exploring Graham’s mouth with his tongue. Graham managed to be embarrassed at the whine he let out for about half a second, until Ash answered with a moan of his own.

Finally, Ash pulled away and laid his forehead against Graham’s. “I’ve never done anything like this before, so you’ve got to tell me what you need. Anything. Water, juice, a sandwich—”

“You,” Graham answered and rolled them over so he was on top again. He’d have time to be embarrassed about it later, but he absolutely had to—

He let his head fall back and moaned aloud at the feel of Ash sliding easily inside him. He didn’t think he’d ever been so damned slick before, but with the picture of perfection lying under him, it was no surprise.

Ash’s face was open and guileless, and he smiled as he took Graham’s hands in his, threading their fingers together. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. Anything.”

Ash didn’t know what he was agreeing to. If he kept saying things like that, he was going to end up with it whether he wanted it or not.

Graham ground against Ash’s cock, drawing a groan out of them both. He braced himself with Ash’s hands, those arms so strong that they easily held Graham’s weight as he pushed up and then let himself slide back down.

He rode Ash like that for a few moments, then shook his head. “It’s not—I need—”

Ash sat up and put his arms around Graham, holding him close for a moment. He kissed him, then his cheek, then nipped at his jaw, and finally, whispered in his ear. “Do you need me to put you on your back? Or maybe your hands and knees?”

The keening moan that came out of him was possibly the most shameful sound Graham had ever made, but Ash just nipped his ear again and pulled back grinning. He gave Graham’s ass a light slap and pulled him off as though he weighed no more than one of the pillows at the head of the bed.

Before Graham could even figure up from down, Ash had him repositioned, head on the pillows and ass in the air. It was like an image straight from the most primal part of Graham’s spirit. It was the thing he was never supposed to want, but dreamed of anyway.

Ash ran his hands up and down Graham’s flanks. “Like this? Is this how you want me?”

It wasn’t a taunt, but a real question, Ash trying to confirm he was doing the right thing. Still, it took everything in Graham to nod and whisper, “Please.”

Thankfully, Ash didn’t ask again. He just gripped Graham’s hips with both hands and thrust inside. Graham moaned into the pillow. He hadn’t thought it was possible to be more overwhelming than the feel of riding Ash, but—

He had to gasp for breath as Ash started moving again. He didn’t go slow, didn’t wait and keep asking Graham questions, just pounded into him, hard and fast and so, so perfect. Tears filled his eyes at the feeling. It was so much, so fast, and all he could do was tremble and take it as Ash gave him everything.

The headboard tapped the wall with every forward thrust, and Graham reached out to grab the bar at the bottom of it, bracing his body so that he wouldn’t slide forward. He wanted to feel every hard thrust, every bruising slap of Ash’s hips against his ass. His knees tried to slide apart, but Ash’s strong hands held him in place.

“Graham,” Ash said, breathless and strained. “I can’t—fuck, you’re so good. So perfect—”

And that was all it took for Graham. Heat exploded through him, like he had stars in his veins instead of blood. He buried his face in the pillow and cried out.

Ash thrust forward one last time, going still over him, and that was when he felt it. Ash’s knot. His eyes rolled up, and he thought he might come again from the added pressure. Was that possible? It felt... He moaned and started to collapse against the bed, but even in orgasm, Ash noticed and wrapped his arms around Graham, strong as iron bands.

He rolled them onto their sides as his knot finished growing inside Graham.

“Is”—he panted as he tried to speak in Graham’s ear—“Is this okay?”

For a second, all Graham could do was tremble and press back into Ash. He managed a nod, though. “Perfect?” he asked after a while, after he’d come down from the high and gotten used to the feel of Ash inside him.

Ash gave a low moan and nipped his earlobe. “So perfect,” he agreed. “I never imagined it would be like this.”

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