Page 46 of Jesse
Not yet, I told him.Be patient.
My wolf growled in protest, restless and insistent, but he obeyed. Barely.
He knew, deep down, that forcing it would only ruin what we had. Beck deserved the truth when he was ready. When we were ready.
So instead of sinking my teeth in, I lowered my mouth and pressed a soft kiss to that vulnerable spot, my lips lingering in reverence.
Beck shivered under me, eyes fluttering closed.
I moved my mouth lower, taking Beck’s thickening member between my lips. Beck moaned and I bobbed my head up and down. It didn’t take long for him to gasp.
I pulled away just as Beck came. Smiling down at him, I pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“Please, Jesse,” he whispered when I pulled away, and I knew what he was asking for.
I got off him, grabbed the lube from the bedside table and straddled him again.
Hefting his legs over my shoulders, I lubed his passage, sliding one, then two digits inside him. Deeming him ready, I slowly entered him until I was balls deep inside him.
Beck moaned beneath me as I started on a slow rhythm before picking up speed. Beck begged to go deeper, faster, and I happily complied.
Soon enough, I reduced us both to panting and sweating messes. I entered him again, hearing him gasp. Beck arched his back and I knew I found his sweet spot.
I made sure to hit his prostate every single time. Beck climaxed, screaming out my name. Several thrusts later, I followed.
The room fell away from my line of sight as the pressure building inside me burst. I remained inside him for a few moments, before pulling out.
I made a quick trip to the bathroom, grabbed some towels and returned to Beck, cleaning us both up.
And when we finally curled under the covers, tangled up in each other, Beck’s head resting on my chest and my hand spread across the warm, bare skin of his back, my wolf settled in a way it never had before.
Not just calmed. Content. Like every instinct, every primal itch that had been crawling under my skin for weeks had finally gone quiet. Comfort. Connection. Craving.
All of it, wrapped in the weight of Beck’s body against mine and the soft rise and fall of his breathing.
I exhaled slowly, threading my fingers through the mess of curls at the back of his neck, my other arm tucked around him protectively.
His scent was everywhere now. In my sheets, on my skin, in my lungs. And something about that felt right in a way nothing ever had before.
“This was…” Beck’s voice broke the silence, hushed and sleepy. He tilted his face up slightly, cheek brushing against my chest. “Amazing.”
My mouth curved in a slow, honest grin. “Yeah,” I said, voice just as quiet. “It really was.”
There was a long beat, the kind where you could either let the moment settle or push it one step further.
My wolf, lazy now but watchful, nudged me softly, silently urging me toward the latter. I hesitated, then found myself asking, “Stay a while?”
Beck didn’t answer right away. For a second, I thought he might pull away or make an excuse, but instead, he shifted, arms curling more securely around me.
“I think I might,” he murmured, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
That answer? That simple, unguarded trust? It made something inside me ache. I felt my wolf stretch inside me, not restless this time, but… pleased. Reassured.
For now, he was appeased, satisfied with the closeness, the promise.
He’d gotten a taste of what it meant to lie beside our mate, to be wrapped in warmth and acceptance instead of lust alone.
But I knew that wouldn’t last forever.
