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Kaiyo opened the lube blindly with one hand, dripping half of it on his fingers and the other on the mattress in the sudden desperation that had taken over him. He cast the bottle aside and rubbed his slick fingers against Ahmik’s hole. Ahmik opened his thighs further for easier access, squeezing Kaiyo’s nape for a moment as he moaned. Kaiyo hummed around Ahmik’s cock, pressing one finger in.
“Fuck,” Ahmik grunted.
Kaiyo’s finger slid in and out as he slowed the movement of his mouth. Ahmik squirmed underneath him as Kaiyo pushed a second finger in, pumping them in and out a few times before scissoring them gently.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Ahmik moaned again. Kaiyo could empathize. He knew what that amount of stimulation felt like. The breathless quality to its unpausing pace.
Kaiyo sucked on the head of Ahmik’s cock as he pushed a third finger in. He hooked them up, rubbing the bundle of nerves that had Ahmik panting and clutching at Kaiyo.
“I’m gonna, Kaiyo—”
Kaiyo pulled his mouth away. “Not yet.”
Kaiyo slipped his fingers out, leaving Ahmik panting and wanting. Ahmik watched him with eyes that were all pupil as Kaiyo slicked his own cock with lube. He stuffed a pillow under the small of Ahmik’s back before lining himself up. He looked at Ahmik for a moment, a question.
“Come on,” Ahmik urged. Kaiyo pressed in.
Heat, pressure, pleasure. The enfolding tightness of pushing in, the delicious drag as he slid out, again and again, gaining momentum. Kaiyo looked down at Ahmik. His open, panting mouth, the flush travelling down his neck and chest, the hands clutching at the sheets. His eyes, dark and green, riveted on Kaiyo.
Kaiyo leaned down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, and Ahmik wrapped his arms around him instantly. From so close, Kaiyo could feel every one of Ahmik’s punched-out noises, his sighs and gasps, the way he would try to shape Kaiyo’s name, even though he couldn’t get his voice behind it.
Kaiyo wrapped a hand around Ahmik’s cock, jerking him off in a tight fist just to see Ahmik fall apart. To see his eyes close just like that, his face tilt up, his back arch. God, he was beautiful. Kaiyo could barely stand it.
Ahmik came with a hoarse cry. The orgasm seemed to go right through his whole body, taking his voice with it. Kaiyo watched him through the haze of his own pleasure until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He let it take over him too, pressing deep inside Ahmik, biting impulsively at his neck. Ahmik tightened his arms around Kaiyo, a bulwark in the storm.
“Kaiyo,” Ahmik said softly as Kaiyo finally collapsed over him.
They were sticky with sweat and come, but Kaiyo didn’t care. All he could feel was the melting winter around them in the warmth of Ahmik’s skin.
SPRING
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
April bloomed green and then burst into colour. Instead of a beginning, the scent of the dew in the morning brought with it a nearing of the end. The previous summer, Kaiyo hadn’t known if he’d be able to survive four seasons on Garrow land. Now, he wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with the rupture at spring’s end.
Kaiyo decided all he could do was focus on the task at hand. He concentrated on how far the pack had come in almost four seasons; he watched them interact like a tribe that would be able to not only withstand attack but was set to grow into what the Garrow pack had once been.
Kaiyo watched the pack train with a smile on his face. He bounced Edu in his arms, amazed at how much the baby had grown. He could barely hold him for long anymore.
“All right, team. New task today. Isla, anything weird about the yard today?” Kaiyo asked. Isla looked around carefully.
“We’re in one of your illusion boxes,” she replied. Kaiyo snorted.
“We can call it that. I’ve drawn a wide circle around you. See those four rocks? Those are four equidistant points in the circle, so don’t step outside them. Inside, your senses are susceptible to manipulation. I’ll be conjuring up different animals you’ll have to defeat. Don’t worry, they aren’t real, and killing them will just make them disappear. No gory stuff. Be careful though, because they can cause you pain. They won’t injure you, but you’ll definitely feel something. Except you, Isla, you’ll feel a muted version of the impact if one of the animals get you.”
“What? Just cause I’m human?”
“Because you’re eleven, doofus,” he said, remembering just in time that she’d recently had a birthday. “Right. Let’s get started.”
Kaiyo watched the pack fight each collection of animals in turn. First, three slippery, wily foxes. Then, a flock of ten birds. An enraged bull. Cruelly, a flock of swans.
The creatures had animal forms, but they fought like shifters, having Kaiyo’s intelligence to plan their attacks. That meant the pack had to work together to defeat each set of opponents and had to find a different strategy each time.
Ahmik took point on each one but would delegate and listen to the rest of the pack. To catch the foxes, they started from the outside in, corralling them to the centre with Isla and Thea darting between the other members of the pack to make sure the foxes didn’t escape.
To ward off the birds, they stood in the centre, backs to each other in a tight ring as they clawed the swooping birds apart.
Lars took the bull, his calm demeanour a torero in the ring, stepping neatly out of the way for someone else to attack.
