Page 53 of Devil May Hunt
The food arrived then, and Brennon changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on what clearly confused them both. This was going to take time, this thing developing between them. Since he’d given up on thoughts of leaving and had decided not to go anywhere, they could take things slow.
For this, for the tentative promise of family, Brennon could learn a little patience.
Couldn’t he?
Chapter 16:
Brennon didn’t know if it was the drug or the man—maybe all heats were like this—but sex had never been this satisfying before.
“Harder.” He shoved Gunho back onto the bed they’d been sharing the past two weekends, changing the angle so he could sink deeper onto the alpha’s scorching cock. The heat and the sharp burn from the stretch as he pounded up into him had him tossing his head back on a cry of pleasure.
The second heat had hit him the night they’d returned from the restaurant after being blown off by his parents. Brennon had resisted then, pushing the alpha away up until the feeling that he was going to burst out of his own skin had started. Then he’d given in and allowed the older man to take him to bed.
This time had been different. He’d been less stubborn, less concerned about coming off easy or playing into Gunho’s hands. The moment he’d stepped through the front door and gotten a whiff of that delicious spicy aroma, he’d lost it.
It helped he’d had a shit day and was in the mood to burn off some extra calories. Might as well take out his frustrations on the alpha’s body.
He didn’t really know why he was resisting anymore anyway. They’d come to an agreement, and this was permanent. That being the case, he should milk it for all it was worth.
Which meant taking advantage of the fact he had a massive cock readily available to him twenty-four-seven. There was no way Gunho would ever turn him down if he initiated.
The alpha gripped his hips and fucked into him, hitting that spot so deep inside it was uncomfortable as much as it was pleasure-inducing. He kept at it, driving up and holding him down over him for a second or so each time to ensure Brennon felt it.
“Going to come for me, pretty lover?” Gunho purred, smirking when Brennon met his gaze. “You look so good on top of me. Like a king on his throne. I’ll fuck you like this for the rest of our lives. Make you scream and call my name as you climax and—”
The orgasm hit him suddenly and he crumpled forward, hands slapping against Gunho’s chest as his entire body twitched and his dick emptied across the alpha’s stomach.
Gunho kept at it until he found his own release, then quickly rolled them over so that Brennon was more comfortable when the first push of the knot swelling at the base of his cock began. It forced its way into Brennon’s tight hole, and the alpha kissed his forehead when he whimpered.
Knotting was probably the strangest part about all of this. It was a bulge at the base of their appendages that inflated to lock an alpha and their mate together. The point was to keep the alpha’s come from dripping out, so a successful breeding was more likely.
Even though Brennon couldn’t get pregnant, Gunho’s body still reacted the same way. Because of the induced heat, Brennon’s body craved it as well. He could come a dozen times,but he was never fully satisfied until he felt that knot stretching him.
“Another minute,” Gunho said, kissing his cheek and the curve of his jaw.
“It’s fine.” He knew the knots lasted about two or so minutes. “I want to go again.”
“Already?”
“Don’t tease me. I was super nice just now and haven’t pointed out how weird it is that you referred to your cock as a throne.”
Gunho chuckled and rocked his hips. “Your heat is subsiding. You don’t feel as hot, and you sound of clearer mind.”
Brennon opened his eyes and glared up at him. “Are you refusing me?”
“No, pretty lover. I would never.”
“Then what?” He knew what. The alpha was trying to gauge his reaction, see if he was aware of what he was asking for, even though he no longer needed it. Once the symptoms of the heat ended, Brennon could shove the alpha away and blame his actions on the drug. But he didn’t want to. “I want you to keep touching me.” He lifted, grinding against the knot still buried inside of him. “Just like this.”
The triumphant gleam in Gunho’s eyes might have bothered Brennon, but a moment later, his knot shrunk, and he started pounding back into him with a fervor that had all thought vanishing from Brennon’s head.
* * *
“Are you sure you can’t make it?” Calder frowned as Brennon quickly dried off and tugged his uniform back on. They were in the locker rooms, having just trained and showered, and the blond was staring at Brennon as though he’d grown a second head. “What’s the rush?”
“It’s Friday,” Rin reminded on their other side. “He’s running home to his alpha like a good little boy.”
“Nothing little about me,” Brennon quipped, but his mood wasn’t soured by them. He tied his boot laces quickly, not bothering to double-knot them like he usually would.
