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He bites down on one of my nipples, and his fingers pinch the other, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through me. My scream echoes in the room, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

“God, Mika, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” My voice breaks as I beg, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.

“Gonna, babe, I promise.” His voice is soft and steady, and he leans up to kiss away the tears on my face.

He shifts down, straddling my thighs, and I groan when his fingers make quick work of my jeans. The moment my cock springs free, Mika’s gaze locks onto it, his eyes dark with hunger. For a second, I think he’s going to take his time, but then he’s tugging the jeans off the rest of the way and grabbing the lube.

“Let me get you ready, babe.” Mika’s voice scrapes out, raw, and I can see the strain in his body. He’s as desperate as I am.

The cool slickness of the lube makes me shiver as he rubs it over me, his fingers moving with precision and care. Then, the first two fingers press into me, and my head falls back, a shout ripping from my throat when he brushes long fingers against my prostate.

“ Damn, you’re wrapped so tight around me, Gabriel. Like you were made for me,” he mutters, his voice full of awe and lust.

“More,” I gasp, my hips jerking to meet his hand.

Mika doesn’t make me wait. He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching me with deliberate strokes, and then he adds a third. The stretch burns, but it’s so fucking good I don’t care. When his fingers massage my prostate again, I shriek, the sound ripping out of me so loudly that my throat feels raw.

I’m trembling beneath him, my body completely at his mercy. “Mika,” I whimper, barely able to form the word. “Please.”

His lips brush against my thigh, and I feel the promise in his touch. He’s not going to make me wait much longer, and thank God for that, because I’m not sure I can.

“I can’t wait anymore, babe. I have to…” Mika’s words are a deep, needy growl, and my body responds before I can even process them.

His fingers slip out of me, and I groan at the loss, but then he’s there, his cock pressing against my entrance. My legs are over his shoulders, and before I can beg, he thrusts in deep, burying himself fully inside me. The burn, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness—it’s all perfect. My muscles clamp down on him, and I feel his entire body shudder above me.

Mika pauses, trying to hold still, but I can’t. I use the leverage of my legs to thrust against him, and the noise he makes is feral, sending heat spiraling through me.

He collapses over me, folding me almost in half as he pounds into me. Each stroke is deep, relentless, driving me wild. My good hand braces against the headboard as I push myself down to meet him, needing him as deep as he can go.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, his voice hoarse and raw with passion.

It’s too much, too intense. My whole body clenches, and a guttural scream rips from my throat as I come hard. My cock pulses, spilling hot streams of cum between us, slicking our bellies and filling the air with the sharp, salty scent of my release.

That’s all it takes to push Mika over the edge. He lets out a yell, slamming into me as his cock jerks inside, emptying thick, hot jets into my clenching depths. His hips grind against me, trying to get even deeper, like he wants to lose himself completely in me. The thought sends a wave of satisfaction coursing through me.

I can feel him shuddering above me, his muscles tensing so hard I know they must ache. Then, slowly, he collapses, boneless, onto me.

Mika pulls out, and I groan at the emptiness, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness in his gaze as he looks down at me.

“Damn, Gabriel, I love you more than you can imagine,” he says softly, his voice filled with awe.

I grumble something unintelligible in reply, my body too spent to form words, and watch him as he staggers to the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s holding a warm, damp cloth. He sits at the edge of the bed, and I can’t help but let out a small sigh of approval as he gently wipes me clean. His touch is so careful, so reverent, and it makes my chest ache with how much I love this man.

After Mika cleans himself up, he crawls into bed, and pulls me in tight, careful of my injured hand, snuggling us as close together as possible. This—this—is everything right and good. Us, together, a part of each other. This is where I belong.

We’ve both been outcasts, but now we have our own little pack, our friends, and our dogs. I have no doubt it’s only going to get better, sweeter, and hotter.

A grin tugs at my lips as I drift off to sleep, knowing it’s going to be all of those things—and more—with just a hint of deviant thrown in.

Zane

Epilogue

Mika and Gabe’s truck disappears down the dirt road, their scents fading into the cool night air. I watch until the taillights vanish, leaving me alone at the edge of my packlands.

The silence settles over me, thick and heavy. For the first time in years, I wonder if I still belong here.

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