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Mika’s, grinding against me with just enough force to send pleasure rippling through my body. He doesn’t falter in his thrusts, but his breath hitches at my words. My balls burn with each thrust, already straining to spill.

“Oh shit, Mika, I can’t… I don’t want to yet.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to keep control, but it’s useless. The image of him above me—his sweat-slicked chest heaving, dark hair falling into his face, lips parted as little grunts escape him—is burned into my mind.

He lowers his head, his warm breath brushing against my ear, and pants, “I need you, Gabe.” Those three words are like a match striking against the kindling of my desire. They shatter me, sending a surge of heat straight to my balls, and I’m coming undone, crying out his name. Mika bites down on my neck, his teeth catching my carotid as he sucks hard. The sensation is exquisite. I feel like I’m on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and I lose it completely.

“Mika!” I shout, my body locking up as I come harder than I ever have before, streams of hot seed spilling from me in pulsing waves. The release crashes through me, leaving me gasping and trembling.

Mika’s fingers grip mine, almost to the point of pain, his hips jerk spasmodically as he follows me over the edge. I feel the hot wetness of his release spill between us as he shudders, whispering my name like a prayer.

When he finally stills, his body heavy against mine, I press my forehead to his and close my eyes.

This is everything. I feel it in every breath, every touch. And damn it, I don’t want it to stop.

We’re a mess—sweat-slicked, cum-covered, gasping for breath—but fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. We stay like that for a moment, our breaths syncing up, our hearts beating in time.

“Holy fuck, Mika.” My voice comes out shaky, barely above a whisper. “This is more than sex,” I say quietly. “Isn’t it?”

Mika opens his eyes, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. “It’s everything it’s meant to be, Gabe. Everything we’re meant to be.”

I tug at my hands, struggling to free them from his grip. Mika lets go willingly, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches me wrap my arms around him and pull him close. There’s no part of me that isn’t affected by this—by him. My body feels like it’s been through the wringer, but in the best possible way. “You know,” I say, tracing circles on Mika’s back with my fingertips, “we haven’t even had real sex yet.”

Mika chuckles softly, his breath warm against my neck. “What do you consider ‘real’ sex, Gabe?”

I shrug, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. “You know…penetration. Cock in ass kinda stuff.”

Mika lifts his head to look at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else—something deeper. He growls, “Is that what you want, Gabe? To feel my cock stretching your tight little hole? To have me fucking you so hard you can’t walk straight for a week?”

I swallow convulsively, feeling my cock twitch at his words. Fuck, when he talks like that… “Yes,” I sigh out. A slow, predatory grin takes over Mika’s face.

I should probably be scared of how overwhelming this is, but I can’t bring myself to be. Nothing has ever felt this right before, and it’s not just the physical part.

I let myself enjoy the moment—Mika’s head resting beside mine, his penetrating look caressing my face, the comforting weight of his body on top of me, and yeah, even the sticky mess of spunk between us.

The sudden shrill of the phone makes both of us jump, but when Mika starts to move, I clutch him like I’d fall apart without him.

“They can wait, whoever it is,” I say quickly, not ready to let this end. “Just, let’s rest for a—”

The answering machine clicks on, cutting me off.

“Hey, Gabe, this is Adam. Got a rescue for you here, need you to come get him ASAP. Todd told me about the wolf escaping. I’m assuming he’s still gone? Come by as soon as you can, ‘kay?”

My eyes snap open as Adam’s message ends, a groan escaping me.

“Shit! I forgot to call Adam about the wo—” I stop myself mid-word, realizing how stupid it would sound. “About you, uh, escaping.”

Reluctantly, I let my arms fall away and push myself up as Mika does the same.

“We need to go to the clinic—if you want to come with me,” I add, stumbling over the words. “You’ll need clothes, though. Unless you have something stashed somewhere?”

I stare at him, and my thoughts derail for a moment. The man is bigger than me, and the sweats and T-shirt he wore earlier had clung to his body like a second skin. All those taut muscles, the way his cock looked under the fabric…Damn.

I shake myself, frowning as a strange feeling wells up.Am I feelingpossessive?

Mika shakes his head, pulling me back to the present. “I left the… I didn’t take anything with me. I headed out with just the clothes on my back. I was…in a hurry.”

That broken look flashes across his face again, and my chest tightens. But it’s gone almost as quickly as it appeared. That’s progress, I tell myself. It’s something.

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