Page 43 of Wolf Reborn

Gavin’s arm came around his chest, held him in place right next to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and nipped Miles’s earlobe, a few breaths coming heavily before they evened out.

“Trying to get away from me, were you?” Gavin whispered in his ear.

Miles started to shake his head, but Gavin’s mouth was so close to his ear, he didn’t want to dislodge him. “No, alpha. Never.”

Gavin’s hand slid down his bare chest to his belly, pulling their bodies tight together. The feel of soft fabric against his back reminded Miles that Gavin was still clothed, while he was completely naked. The feeling sent a flash of electricity through him. He whimpered, and his whole body felt too damn warm, almost vibrating with energy or moon madness orsomething.

“If you weren’t trying to escape, that means you wanted me to catch you, right?” Gavin’s breath fanned over his ear and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, alpha.”

Gavin pressed forward, the hard length of his cock against Miles’s lower back. “And why did you want me to catch you, sweetheart?”

“Want—” No, that wasn’t right. “Need. Need you to fuck me, alpha. Please.” The last came out as little more than a whisper. Miles had never been the sort of man who thought sex was necessary for a good relationship. After all, he’d dated Gavin for eight months without a hint of it.

But now, in this moment, the itch that had been growing under his skin all day was screaming in his ear that yes, this, and only this, could fix what was wrong with him. He needed Gavin to bend him over the bed and fuck him.

“Were you good, on your run with the pack?” Gavin asked, his voice silky and smooth, as he petted the dusting of hair on Miles’s belly, slowly drifting down the thinning trail toward his cock.

Miles nodded. “Yes, alpha. For you. Always good for you.”

“Oh, I know that, sweetheart. You’re so good for me.” Gavin pulled his hand away without reaching Miles’s cock, and gave him a light smack on the ass. Miles chose not to read into the flood of heat that sent through him. With his other hand, Gavin threaded his hand into Miles’s hair and pushed him forward until he was bent obscenely over the bed, ass on display. “Hands under your head,” he ordered.

Instantly, Miles complied, threading his fingers together and resting his forehead on top of them. The tip of his leaking cock was just brushing against the bed in a horrible tantalizing tease.

Behind him, Gavin pulled the lube out of the bedside table and tossed it onto the bed before running a finger from the top of Miles’s spine, all the way down, sliding it straight inside him.

Gavin’s voice when it came again was amused. “Did you prep for me?” Then there was worry. “I haven’t been too rough before, have I?”

“No,” Miles rasped. His voice didn’t want to work, what with Gavin sliding one thick finger, then a second, in and out of him smoothly, quickly. “Please, more. Just like—Just like before. Like it rough.”

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint you,” Gavin whispered, and the confidence was back. His fingers slipped away, and before Miles could even whine a complaint, they were replaced by his cock, sliding into Miles in one smooth stroke.

The first was slow, testing, making sure Miles was ready. If anything, he felt over prepared, so he tried to shove back into Gavin.

Gavin leaned down next to him and whispered, “Pull your knees up onto the bed.”

Miles wasn’t sure why, but he complied, and then realized that the position took away his leverage. All he could do was kneel there and accept what Gavin gave him.

Fortunately for him, his alpha was more than generous. The second stroke was faster, harder, and pushed Miles forward, hips bucking and cock just grazing the bed. After that, there was no pretense of controlled strokes. Gavin thrust into him, harder and faster in a building rhythm, their harsh breaths and his hips slapping against Miles’s ass the only sounds in the room.

Miles bit down on his hand as the brutal thrusts continued to give him a tiny bit of friction at a time as his cock pressed against the smooth blanket. There was only one way to get more contact between his cock and the blanket. “Harder, alpha. Please.”

Gavin complied without question or tease, fucking Miles hard into the bed, giving him just what he needed. His cock dragged across the blanket and his whole body became a live wire, jolting forward and back with Gavin’s thrusts until...

The pressure inside him increased suddenly as Gavin shoved him all the way into the bed, cock pushed hard between his body and the blanket. Everything went white as he trembled and came, jerking forward and back, body seeking out both the friction of the blanket and the pressure of Gavin inside him.

Pressure that didn’t fade as Gavin climbed up onto the bed behind him and turned them both onto their sides.

“This is a little unexpected,” Gavin whispered. His voice and their bond were tinged with nervousness. “Did, um, did Sawyer tell you about knotting?”

Oh. Miles grinned. That explained a lot. “Yeah. He did.” He turned his head until he could just see Gavin’s face and kissed the closest part of him he could find, his stubbled jaw. He pulled Gavin’s arm around the top of his chest and pressed it against him. “It’s fucking hot. All yours now. And you’re all mine.”

It was impossible to miss the way Gavin smiled into the back of his neck, or the tiny kiss he planted there. Part of Miles wanted it to be a bite, not a kiss. A claim. But this was enough.

For now.

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