Page 117 of Night Call

“But, Pem?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll probably have to scent mark you pretty thoroughly, if that’s okay?”

Pember’s face crumpled at the earnestness in his voice. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arms around Blake’s neck. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Pember’s back arched as a rush of heat engulfed his body. It was hotter and more consuming than anything he’d felt up until that point. Blake was a counterweight, but as his body started aggressively clenching, he knew he needed more.

“T-the vibrator,” he stuttered. “It’s under… Ngh, under the owl.”

Blake grunted, swatting the cuddly toy to the side. After a second of feeling around in the dark, he gripped Pember’s teal coloured silicone vibrator and pressed it against the back of his thigh.

“What setting?” he murmured.

“Ngh. Three, to begin with.”

Blake nodded, resting it next to Pember’s straining cock. Reaching down, he circled the pad of his thumb around his hole, gathering the slick as it trickled into his crease. Running both hands up Pember’s thighs, Blake tilted his pelvis up and pressed the smooth tip of the toy to his hole.

The vibration sent pleasure fizzing to his core. His hips started squirming, and he gripped the pillows behind his head. “B-Blake… D-don’t tease, just—ah!”

Blake bit the soft flesh between his groin and hip and slowly slid the vibrator in all the way. Pember threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Ngh!” he cried, gritting his teeth.

“Like that?” Blake said, rubbing little circles across Pember’s belly.

“Y-yeah… You could—ngh—move it up a bit… make it—oh shit—make it rub on my—ah.” Pember couldn’t even get the words out as his body clenched.

Blake growled, crawling up and sliding two fingers around the base of the toy. He pressed it up, making it move within Pember’s body and gently massage his prostate. The sensation was instantaneous, the curve of the toy rubbing up against his G spot and making his legs quiver.

“Do you like that, baby?” Blake purred.

Pember couldn’t even answer as he threw an arm over his face and bit down on the inside of his bicep.

“You are so fucking sexy, Pem.”

Blake nudged his hips forward, cock pressing against the vibrator as he squeezed Pember’s thighs against his chest. He kissed his knees, hooking both legs over one arm and turning Pember partially on his side. He set a rhythm, slowly but firmly rocking against the toy whilst sliding his swollen knot between Pember’s slick-coated thighs.

Pember cried out, the push and slide of the contact sending bolts of pleasure up his spine like nothing he had ever felt. He could tell Blake was enjoying it too from the way his fangs popped out and his breaths tore free in ragged bursts. They were sweating and moaning, the slap of skin bouncing around the room.

Eventually, Blake tipped back on his haunches, making Pember whimper at the loss of contact. There was a tap on the back of his hand, followed by something pressing against his palm.

“I’m gonna need it soon, sweetheart,” Blake uttered, rubbing his throbbing knot against Pember’s belly and passing him the cock ring.

Pember groaned, rolling it over Blake’s head and down the length of his shaft. The ring slid over his knot, sitting just behind it in his pubic hair. Blake groaned and leaned forward, wrapping a hand around the base of Pember’s skull so his forehead waspressed against his chest. So he could watch as Blake gripped both of his thighs and punched his cock between them.

“See what you do to me, Pem?” he said, biting his shoulder. “Not being around you… at… work is… driving me… fucking… insane.” Blake took Pember’s hand and guided it to their cocks, making him wrap his fingers around both. “Keep your hand there,” he growled. “I’ll do the rest.”

The heat in the nest, combined with the haze of pheromones, settled over them like a veil. Letting no one in and keeping the world out. Pember realised, then, what it meant to share his nest. The security, the protection, the safety of having a mate.

The love.

Pember squeezed his eyes shut as his whole body turned to jelly. It felt real. It felt like love.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when Blake had evolved from colleague to friend. Nor could he say that there’d been some big moment of realisation when a crush became something much, much more.

It was in the smoothing of his misshapen heart. The tiny, insignificant things that happened without thought, that slowly began to fill in all the chips and dents between him and his wolf.

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