farming shovel.

Obviously. Because here you are with that same fuckass labcoat spread beneath you and his mouth planted between your legs. His kisses are hot and wet and loud as he buries his face into you, tongue deep.

He's good. He's good. Good enough that you can't tell whether your vision is sparking with pleasure or it's just a byproduct of the blinking monitors overhead. Could be the drag of his stubbled jaw across your opening or the flash of Eoncore's latest feasibility study; a peek at their production timelines or a punctuating suck at your clit.

But you can't get over how exposed it all is. It's a big room. High ceilings. The displays blare bright enough that a passing visitor would see every detail of you, every birthmark and your puckered nips. He did call it his "private" research facility, which gives you the sense that he should be able to take these liberties without interruptions, but he has so many damn subordinates and cousins that it doesn't seem out of the realm of possibility for one of them to stumble in and—

Valko drags you further down the terminal with a sharp yank. You yelp on the slide down. You think your hand might've accidentally tripped a lever somewhere. You're pretty sure Eoncore's tech is a bit too advanced to still use buttons, so it must have been his glasses you felt under your ass.

"Valko."

He hums against your cunt and against your best interests, you shiver. "That's better."

"Can't you be—" The tip of his tongue runs up your opening before he presses forward, laving the flat of it across the hood of your clit. "—a little more careful, I—" His fingers slyly slip free of the hollow beneath your knee. "—could've deleted something, I might've already—"

You gasp as he slides two, thick fingers into you. He's so fucking big that even that much makes you feel full. He waits, patiently tracing his tongue along the digits as your pussy clenches around his knuckles. When he crooks them into you, a motion that radiates from that sweet place in your cunt to the dip of your chest, you catch yourself thinking about the first time he slid his ring onto your finger and how viscerally you felt your physical difference in that moment. You went home that night and couldn't stop staring at it, blushing as you considered the implications of just how much it had to shrink before it fit.

"Focus, sweetheart," he croons. You peer down your body at him, catching the glint of a fang as he grazes his teeth over the curve of thigh. "I can hear you thinking from all the way down here."

One of us has to, you'd like to say. But his lips are closing around your clit again, his fingers pumping a slow leisurely rhythm, and it's not long before your mind goes dull and soft as a sponge.

The glass surface of the terminal is too smooth for purchase. You reach down, threading your fingers through Valko's hair instead. His sound of approval reverberates between your ribs, some lovely cross between a groan and a chuckle, inspiring you to hook your legs a bit more surely around his shoulders and draw him even closer.

You rise, propping yourself up on an elbow to watch him. His gaze connects with yours, eyes mere slivers of amber ringed around bottomless, black pits. He looks as drunk as you feel, sensate to the point of overwhelm. Nowadays, all it takes a light sheen of sweat for you to make his olfactory system go haywire. You can imagine how he's aching in his slacks now, throbbing with the burden of drinking you in by smell, touch, taste.

"C'mon, then," you urge him breathlessly. Maybe you're just imagining how his pupils expand. "C'mon, baby," you say, rocking your hips up to meet his mouth, take his fingers deeper. "Make me cum."

A promise flickers in the amber, eager and determined, before his eyes slide shut.

Valko presses forward as he laps at your clit. His fingers extend ever so slightly, delving deeper, his strokes lengthened by a slight adjustment in the angle of his hand. You moan as their pace grows a bit quicker, his tongue fluttering over you with terrible delicacy.

"That's it," you murmur him, because you know he likes to hear it when he's doing you right. "Such a good mouth. Always so good to me…"

He whimpers into your pussy. You almost didn't hear it over the thrust of his hand against you, you're so wet. You grind against his tongue, wanting to feel more of him licking and fucking and prying you open. You can feel yourself dripping down your rear with every lovely twist of his fingers, dampening his coat, and you distantly hope wonder if he'll still be able to smell you even after the next wash.

The hand gripping at the seat of your hip hurts and you like it. You want to see his claim on you in the mirror tomorrow morning—every purpled hickey and bruise. Your hold on his hair tightens in kind as your breath comes in short, your pleasure thickening and closing in.

"Yes," you hear yourself gasp as his tongue trips across the stiff bud of your clit. You scratch at his scalp as you clutch at him. "Oh, fuck, that's—There. Please, please, please—"

A groan warms you between the thighs. There's the push of his fingers, tongue flickering, the downy prickle of his undercut beneath your nails. His name slips from your lips—a thin, high-pitched, shimmering thing.

You feel his eyes crack open, pinning themselves on you, when he delicately teases at the edges of your clit with teeth.

The world bursts into technicolor. Your vision goes bleary, the displays bleeding into each other—a mess of text and teal—as your head falls back. You can't hear your cries over the pulse in your cunt, the greedy thrusts of Valko's fingers, and you foolishly think he's taken pity on you when he withdraws them, only for him to fill the space with his tongue.

He hooks his arms under your legs to hold you open as he feasts on you. You scrabble uselessly at his scalp, his forearms, your speech reduced to whines in your futile attempt to protect your overworked nerves. Every touch is a jolt bordering on pain, a dessert so sweet your tooth aches. It's only when you've fallen back to accept your suffering that Valko stops.

He rises between your legs before you can register the sudden peace, his body casting a shadow that engulfs you. You stare up at him, fascinated by the slight part of his lips, still gleaming with your wetness. How very pink they are. After a few moments, they spread wider around a crooked, toothy grin.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Valko notes, his hands drifting toward his waist. His slacks are as tented as you imagined they'd be. He fumbles with his belt, betraying his impatience, no matter how nonchalant his smile. The buckle's tiny parts slip through his fingers as if manipulating metal isn't his whole 'thing.'

With a breathless laugh, you joke, "What did we even come here for?"

Something about Ever. Or some nonsense about aether cores. A diagram of a yellow protocore floats by on one of the glowing displays overhead as Valko's grin grows. He shrugs. "Nothing important. Probably."

His buckle unlatches with a metallic click.

He works his slacks down his hips and lets them fall to his ankles. His boxer briefs are light gray and straining around the jut of his dick. There's already a damp spot at the tip, dark and spreading, and Valko can't help a soft hiss when he finally frees himself, gripping his shaft as soon as his underwear's been drawn the bare minimum down his thighs.

You look at how the broad expanse of his hand wraps around his cock and note that it all seems… proportional.

Which is a handy, if slightly unwelcome, reminder that the two of you have never done this without lube.

"We can stop if it's too difficult," Valko says, intuiting your thoughts. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you don't," you respond.

You know how gentle he is now, under the steely corporate exterior and vigilante grit. Besides that, you're pretty sure that in your brief time together, you've dealt him enough blows for a lifetime. It makes his concern almost insufferably endearing. Certainly so when you consider that you punched him in the face without a hint of a sympathy, and he's worried about hurting you with his massive, perfect cock.

You lift your leg and watch as his eyes flit down to track its movement. Dark hairs tickle along your skin as it travels up his thigh. His brow shifts as you slow to a stop, rising ever so gently in intrigue. You leave your calf hovering at his waist in invitation, teasing, "Sounds like you're underestimating me."

You feel the weight of his gaze as it slides up your body. Amber turns to honey, molten on your skin. His cock twitches between his fingers and actually seems to get harder. When your eyes meet, that old quirk to his mouth's returned.

He releases himself to plant a hand on either side of you, leaning forward until you're blanketed with his presence. His body is broad, parting your legs wide enough that you can feel the stretch. You're not sure how he managed to strip you bare and keep his own damn shirt on. It's irritating. You want all of him on you, in you, from the cock that's hovering just beyond the folds of your pussy to the scratch of the hairs on his chest.

"I would never," he playfully insists.

Your hips shift beneath him. The motion's not entirely voluntary, part-invitation and part-instinct borne of greed.

"Prove it."

His tongue runs along the sharp edges of his teeth before he lowers himself, covering you as he licks into your mouth.

You eagerly embrace him, grope at him, your palms mapping the sculpted contours of his back. He snuck another chocolate when you weren't looking—his kiss tastes like the dark sweetness of processed sugar. You sigh when you finally feel his tip nudging at your entrance, scratching at his lats in a small punishment when he smirks. But you can't be bothered to be that angry at him when he finally, carefully, begins to push in.

Your body opens up for him, then hesitates. Valko grunts as you clamp down. It's been months since you started fucking but you still need an adjustment period whenever he enters you, lube or not, he's so wide. He retreats ever so slightly before moving forward again, pressing deeper. Your breath catches as you feel the ridge of his cock's head slip past the first ring of muscle, a delicious shift.

Your hips rock of their own volition and Valko reaches down to hold you in place. His eyes are glazed over his stern frown. "Patience," he scolds you. "Don't rush it. We have all the time in the world."

As if time were the issue, as opposed to how good it all feels. You want to be swallowed up by him. You want to be fucked so good you forget yourself, head empty except for the shape of his cock.

He moves his hips again, withdrawing and pushing further to coax you open,. You turn your head, pressing a moan to his shoulder. The next time he rocks into you, your fingers curl on either side of his spine. Your nails dig into his back in a fruitless attempt to anchor yourself. His next slide in pinches enough that you whimper. You don't even realize you've sunk your teeth into him until you hear Valko's growl at your ear.

He pauses with a shudder. He's reluctant to keep going, that you know. He's caring to a fault, too quick to assume that you have reservations or regrets in being with him. Before he can suggest stopping, you nose at his cheek and murmur, "Want it."

Valko tenses above you. Throbs inside of you.

You search for his lips and find them, whispering around their plush swell. "I want it, Val. Give it to me."

He withdraws ever so slightly to look at you, just to be sure. His gaze travels along the determined line of your mouth. You see the moment he makes his decision in the set of his jaw. He covers you again, bringing a hand to cradle your skull and tuck you more surely against him. "Hold on."

He nips at your ear as he moves against you. You gasp at the cloud of sensations—the weight of him, his breath at your earlobe, and the insistent press of his hips. He doesn't pause this time, rolling his hips in a gentle motion until the acute pain settles into a low, controlled burn.

His mouth migrates, his teeth grazing along your jawline. It's unclear whether it's for his own pleasure, or an effort to distract.

Your head feels all fuzzy. The deeper he reaches into you, the less you can keep track of your limbs. You're vaguely aware of your fingers, scrabbling aimlessly at his shoulders. The encouraging pressure of your heels against the small of his back. You both sigh when he finally slides home, the solidity of pelvis fitting neatly against your groin.

Valko goes still, riding out the twitches of your cunt as it relearns him. His touches are ceaseless as he waits for your signal to continue, patient kisses pressed to your brow, neck, and cheeks. Slowly, the discomfort melts into an itching, sick sort of impatience.

"Give it to me," you repeat.

There's pinprick of fangs against the crook of your neck, followed by an apologetic lick.

He thrusts.

More gentle than you'd like it, but the impact rings through you. Again, and you can hear your bodies meet with a dull clap. Valko moans as he noses at your temple, breathing you in like ambrosia. As he gains force, you nuzzle at his jaw in a silent demand for him to find his way back to your mouth.

His pace is steady, and easy enough for you to match it. You welcome each stroke with your own roll of your hips. His tongue is warm and lovely against yours, your moans melding. Head empty. Cunt full.

He begins to quicken, and every minute change in speed pushes you to the brink of shattering. Your moans taper into short, broken sounds, questionable enough that Valko breaks the kiss.

You want to tell him it's good, better than good, but you both know you can barely string a sentence together. You give him a little shake of the head instead, hoping it's enough to tell him it's perfect, you want more. His brow furrows with resolve before he draws back further to deepen his strokes.

The long, purposeful drag of it blinds you, your vision spotting. He falls on you even harder. The terminal shudders and you think you might scream. Your knees pinch in on reflex, trying to slow him even as your brain lights up with pure ecstasy. His hand slides down the glassy surface below you to cup your rear, hiking you up into a deeper crunch to receive the shock of his hips.

You feel yourself clench in the new position. Your muscle gains no purchase—there's barely any room. All there is is the easy glide of each thrust, his cock carving into you, battering that low simmer of pain into a new, euphoric shape.

Something breaks in you like snapped wire. Valko holds you as you quake through the overload. Your cunt flutters uselessly around him as your grunts turn to moans. By the times your muscle settles, you feel formless, lost, every nerve turned to static. You can't even tell whether he broke you or you just came.

Valko kisses at your pinched eyes, brushing away the beads of moisture before they slip free of your lashes. When you next peek up again, you glimpse his tongue licking away the salt of your tears from his lips.

You call for him again, his name a tight, strained thing. You're going to cry harder. You think you're going to come again. You're overfull, raw to the touch, this feeling too big for a vessel too small. The look on your face only drives Valko to fuck you harder, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair surely enough to hold you but never enough to pull.

"Can you handle it?" he gasps, the question cracked through with desperation. "I don't know if I can—"

You know what he's asking of you. Know that you want it. You grab at him, dragging him back to your mouth and hope he can taste the word, Please.

He jerks against your lips and suddenly he's twitching inside of you. You can feel his release under the ache in your stomach, a flood of warmth.

His hand at your rear squeezes harder, pulling you flush against him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. As another tremor of his orgasm rolls through him, you remind yourself to breathe. The pain returns as the base of him expands, growing in time with every hard throb of his cock.

Your body clamps around him in resistance. You feel a dribble of his seed slip free and slide down the crack of your ass even as you're ostensibly sealed shut. You center yourself, ignoring the pain of the stretch and the tears slipping down your cheeks, focusing instead on Valko's groans dampening your shoulder. You love hearing him like this—proof that he can find this much pleasure in you. He's holding you so tight can feel his heartbeat racing through his shirt.

When his release tapers to a close, he lifts his head and nuzzles softly at your collarbone. There's a pause and the quiet sound of a sniff. When he looks up at you, his eyes are worried and wide.

Valko hurriedly wipes at your cheeks. You'd think he stabbed you, he looks so guilty. "I should've been more careful. I was too rough."

You bite back a giggle and mutter, "Could've been rougher, actually."

His face falls, momentarily caught in disbelief before relaxing into vague amusement. "Spoken like a true daredevil." You smirk back at him, and he responds with a light flick to your nose. "We really should take it easy, y'know. It's hard on the body. Taking me like this."

"Well, someone thinks highly of himself."

He gives you a wry smile.

You lay a hand on his cheek and watch his gaze soften. Gorgeously tender, ridiculously kind. As he adjusts your position to lay you out beneath him a bit more comfortably, his knot bumps up against a sensitive spot along your inner walls. Your breath hitches and despite his finely-tuned senses, wolf hearing or whatever, he somehow mistakes it for a sound of discomfort.

"You okay?"

You give him a breathy laugh as you suggest, "Could be better."

His eyes widen, and you make a note to examine why a man like him—wealthy, gorgeous, considerate—could possibly be surprised that he's wanted.

Later.

Valko snorts when he finally understands.

"All right."

He rises just enough for you to slip your hand between the two of you. You sigh as he gently grinds his hips against yours. A new wash of pleasure tickles along your scalp as your fingers find their way to your clit.

You rub at yourself shamelessly, paying no mind to your desperate, dumb expression. It takes just a few touches for your body to remember where it left off. Your tongue goes numb as Valko rocks against you, urging you on with the impossible pressure of his knot.

You gasp as a bolt of pleasure surges through you. It drops away just as quick. You shut your eyes, dedicating all your focus to chasing it. You can feel it just brushing at your fingertips when Valko lays a hand over your breast.

Its warm and heavy, almost tentative as he kneads at you. His thumb passes over your nipple and you shudder. You whine softly as he pinches at you, grasping at the edges of your release.

You're close, so close, when Valko breathes, "You're so beautiful," like he's never seen anything so lovely before.

You gasp, back arching over his labcoat, as you cum on his cock.

He tends to you with the utmost patience, touching you and rocking against you through your peak. This one's softer than the others, though you can't tell if it's because you've pushed your body to its limit or simply a matter of chance. When it's over, you're left panting below him, woozily blinking at the ceiling.

Valko's tone reeks of well-earned pride as he asks, "Had your fill?"

You give it some thought before giving him a lazy shake of your head.

He scoffs. "Didn't think so."

You're spoiled. Both of you know it. His hips shift against you as he takes off his shirt.

To your surprise, his knot feels a bit loose. You lift your head, curiously peering down at where the two of you are joined. It seems to be reducing in size, though he's not any softer for it.

When Valko returns to you his chest is bare, warm and furred, and you can't help a little sigh of relief. He can kisses the tip of your nose, a gesture that would seem perfectly innocent if not for the way his hips are moving.

"Your labcoat's ruined," you inform him. It's an understatement. The poor thing is drenched.

"Yeah," he sighs, unmistakably satisfied.

Suddenly, you remember: he promised to show you transcripts of Eoncore's meetings with Gaia—

“Boyfriend…?” Valko eyed the sweater carefully. “That explains why his scent is all over your house… but he hasn’t been here in a while, it's pretty faint. It keeps mixing with yours, I almost can’t tell them apart.” 

“Uh huh…” It was true, Caleb had been on a mission for the fleet for a while now, did he really know that from smell alone? “Anyways, you still haven’t explained why you followed me here.” You marched up to him with the intent to take back the sweater, but he held it just out of reach. “Hey–!”

“What do you mean? I thought it was obvious.” He tilted his head at you, “You’re my mate.”

You froze with your arm outstretched. “Huh?!”

He chuckled lightly and tossed the piece of clothing away. “Oh come on, don’t play hard to get.” In one swift movement he had you in his embrace. “I know you feel it too.” 

“What are you talking about?” You tried to push him away but he was a literal wall of muscle. “We fought each other in the street and killed a few wanderers and now you’re calling us mates?! Here I thought you tracked me down to finish the job…”

He stilled, realizing you were serious. “Wh… you don’t feel it? The bond? But… you left your mark on me?” 

“Wait, are you serious? We only just met! As enemies no less!” He let you go and you were able to see his face properly. His ears had drooped down, and his previously wagging tail was hanging low. You shook your head. “Besides, that ‘mark’ was just me kicking your ass.”

He shrugged, trying and failing to hide that hurt puppy expression. “I thought you were testing me, to see if I was strong enough to be worthy of you, y’know? Then you got close and I caught your scent and…” He shook his head, determined. “Look, I know we’re meant to be mates. This kind of thing isn’t just an accident. I mean, don’t you feel different?” 

You scoffed, “I feel completely normal, thank you very much. And not to mention, I already have a boyfriend!” 

He pouted, shooting a glare at the sweater on the ground. “A small issue.” 

“Small?! Just who do you think you–”

“Look, please,” He grasped your shoulders. “Please just hear me out. I can’t–” he took a deep breath through his nose, “I can’t leave without trying, you don’t understand how it feels to find your mate– it’s all I can think about.” His yellow eyes were wide and pleading. “I won’t hurt you, I just… I just need to be near you.” 

Maybe you were sleep deprived, maybe it was the desperation in his eyes, or maybe there was something in the air, but you couldn’t make yourself tell him to go away. Not just yet. “Okay, fine, but–”

His face lit up, and in a flash he had you back in his arms. Heat radiated off him like a furnace. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” He shivered. “Fuck you smell good.” 

You squirmed in his grasp. “Wait– you still need to explain!” 

“Oh, yeah of course.” He grinned and carried you over to the couch, flopping down with you in his arms. “What do you want to know first?” 

You managed to escape his grip enough to sit properly, but he still managed to stay as close as possible. “Well, for starters, what do you mean we’re mates?” 

He shot you a boyish grin. “Exactly what it sounds like: we’re biologically destined to be together. Basically we’re a perfect match.” He tapped your nose lightly, “You can’t smell it with your human nose, but I can.” 

You furrowed your brow. “But how can you know that from just smell?” 

“Hmm, it’s hard to explain.” He leaned back into the cushions and put up his feet, one arm around the back of the couch behind you. “When I first saw you, I knew you were different somehow. You’re a good fighter, and your power is remarkable, but the moment I got close enough to smell you it was like a signal flare in my mind. I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life just to meet you, and suddenly a piece of me I didn’t realise was missing had fallen into place. Some of my folks had talked about it before but I never thought I’d actually experience it…” 

You shook your head, trying to process his words. “I still don’t know if I quite understand…”

His fingers tapped on the couch behind you in a restless rhythm. “You should know by the way, the bond works two ways.”

“What do you mean?” A chill went down your spine, “I’m not even one of your kind!”

He shrugged, at least he had the decency to look apologetic, “Technically, everyone has a perfect mate out there somewhere, but humans don’t normally experience the additional effects… unless they are bonded to a wolf. It’s… not something either of us can fight.” 

“I– I feel the same though…” You didn’t feel any different… right?

“It usually starts as a subtle difference. A general feeling of comfort, being quick to form trust, that kind of thing.” He explained.

You rolled your eyes, “I think the last thing I’m feeling is ‘comfort and trust’ right now.” 

He tilted his head, not bothering to hide the slight upturn of his lips. “Yeah? You didn’t try to fight me when I came inside your house. You let me in right away.”

“Because I wanted answers first!” You defended.

“Then you let me scent your house, you let me make my presence known.” His other hand toyed with a strand of your hair, tickling your scalp. “Even though you have a boyfriend.”

You scowled, “Well I didn’t want you to do that–”

“But you could have stopped me if you wanted to.” He pressed. “And now, you let me get close, you let me touch you,” He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. “You aren’t even trying to get away.”

“I– I don’t–” You couldn’t think of a retort in time.

“I would stop if you wanted me too, but your body already knows what you are too afraid to admit.” His voice was a low purr now, drawing you in closer. “You feel it now, don’t you? Your guard’s already down without even noticing.” 

You looked down, you were nearly in his lap at this point. The realization hit you like a truck: he was right. You were calmer around him. Your mind screamed at you to snap out of it, you shouldn’t be so relaxed in his presence, he was basically a stranger after all, but something about his touch was… soothing. It felt good to be close to him. It was safe, warm, right. 

No, no, no this was wrong. Whatever nonsense he was saying about mating bonds must be some sort of trick to catch you off guard. You already had a boyfriend after all. You loved Caleb, he was everything to you, he was–

He’ll be heartbroken.

“I know this is a lot to take in.”  Valko hadn’t taken his eyes off you. “If you need a minute–” 

“I can’t do this!” You pulled away from him, and the change was immediate. The loss of his touch left you feeling cold, every instinct in your body told you to return to his embrace. Warm. Comfort. Safe. Home. You saw it in him too, in the way his ears shot back and his shoulders tensed up. “This isn’t right, I shouldn’t be feeling this way–”

“But you are.” He inched closer, mindful of the distance between you. “Why should you deny your instincts? Why deny what’s natural?” 

“Because I don’t know you! Because I love Caleb! I can’t just forget about that.” You pulled your knees to your chest, trying to resist the urge to lean back into Valko’s warmth. “Why did you do this to me?” You let it out as a whisper. 

He recoiled as though you’d hit him. “I didn’t do anything to you. In case you forgot, you’re the one who sought me out that night.” His nostrils flared. “I was fine never knowing who my mate was, I thought it was easier that way, but then you showed up out of nowhere and now I can’t get you off my mind! Hell, I couldn’t leave you if I tried. Do you know how long I spent trying to stay away from here? You have no idea what it’s like to forge a mating bond for my kind; it’s all consuming, everything I cared about, everything I thought I wanted, that’s all been pushed aside for you.” He gripped the couch cushion, nearly ripping the fabric, “I can’t stop thinking about you, needing you, and I don’t even know you but no matter what that’s not going away. And I’m sorry but I can’t change how you’ll react either.” 

Deep down you knew he was telling the truth. You glanced over at a photo of you and Caleb smiling together. Your heart ached. “What are we supposed to do?” 

For a moment, Valko seemed genuinely apologetic. “I… I don’t know.” 

At first, you decided to try and ignore these new feelings. Caleb was still on a business trip for a few more days, so it gave you time to figure out a solution to this mate problem. 

Unfortunately, ignoring a man like Valko was much easier said than done. 

He agreed to give you space, though it turned out you had differing opinions of what ‘space’ meant. 

“Hey, welcome home! I made you some dinner.” Valko waved at you from the kitchen as you got home from work. 

You paused in the foyer. “Wh– I thought you left last night?” 

He shrugged. “Well yeah, I did. Then I came back. Didn’t you miss me?” He waggled his eyebrows as though he already knew the answer. 

You grit your teeth, making an effort not to look at him as you kicked off your shoes. In truth… he was all you could think about throughout the day. Every free moment between filing reports and fighting wanderers your thoughts turned to the mysterious, wolfish man claiming to be your mate. Even just thinking about him filled you with a warmth you couldn’t explain; you wanted nothing more than to be close to him. It was persistent in a way you had never felt before. It was more than a simple crush, it was instinctual. Something deep inside you craved him, and staying away only made it worse. 

Not to mention, as soon as those thoughts arrived, they were accompanied by a mountain of guilt. Caleb was the most important person in your life, nothing could ever change that. How could you possibly feel this way about another man? More importantly, how could you make it stop?

“Heeeey whatcha thinkin’ about?” Valko bent down to meet your eyes. 

You huffed, “I thought we agreed to take some space apart.” 

He frowned. “I am giving you space, I haven’t touched you at all since you got home.” 

You let out a defeated sigh and walked past him into the living room. He followed closely behind. “Well that’s not exactly what I–” You paused, the room was spotless. All evidence of the destruction from the previous night had been erased, and the broken items were either fixed or replaced. 

“I said I’d take care of it, didn’t I?” Valko strolled up beside you, his smile wide, “Do you like it?” 

“I… thank you.” You honestly hadn’t expected him to clean up any of the mess he made. 

“Here! Come sit, I made dinner.” He practically bounded back into the kitchen where two meals were plated and ready on the table. “It’s one of your favourites.” 

The smell of food had your stomach rumbling, you were hungry after a long day at work. Something stirred inside you as he presented the meal. It felt good knowing he could provide, he would keep you safe, he would protect you– “Wait, how did you know I liked this?” 

He took the seat across from you, “I found your recipe book.” He said matter of factly. 

“My…” you looked towards the counter where a hand written recipe book was laying open. The pit of guilt only widened within you. “Caleb wrote that.” You looked down at your plate, the meal was carefully arranged down to the last piece of garnish. He really did put a lot of effort into it. 

“Oh… right.” Valko paused. “You two… have you been together long?” 

You nodded. “As long as I can remember.” 

He tilted his head. “What does that mean?” 

“It means,” you sighed and picked up your fork; the food really did smell delicious, “I’ve known him my whole life, he knows me better than anyone.” 

“Right…” Valko looked down at his food. 

“Wait a second,” you pointed to the top of his head. “Your ears are gone!” 

He perked up, “Huh? Yeah well it’s a bit of a hassle to have an extra pair of ears and a tail out all the time.” 

You stared at his hair. “You mean you can retract them? How does that even work?” 

“I uh, well actually I’m not sure. It just does.” He jerked his chin towards your plate. “So, do you like it?”

You took a bite, unable to hide your satisfaction. “Yeah I’ll admit it’s pretty good. Though it’s hard to mess up one of Caleb’s recipes.” 

“He cooks a lot then?” 

You nodded, “Yeah he actually does most of the cooking. When he’s home that is.” You smiled, a bit sad, “That’s why he made me the recipe book, so I’d be able to taste his cooking even when he’s away.” 

Valko’s golden eyes scanned over your expression. “You miss him. Even when I’m here.” 

Your brows pinched together. “Of course I miss him he’s my–”

“No, I know, that’s not what I mean.” He leaned his elbows on the table. “You shouldn’t be missing him, is what I’m saying.” 

You scowled. As if your love was something so trivial?! “Sorry this mate thing didn’t instantly make me forget about–”

Valko waved his hands, “No that’s not what I–”

“Would you quit interrupting me?” 

“Just listen! I’m sorry, I have a point I swear.” He put his palms flat on the table. “I’m saying it shouldn’t be possible.” 

“What do you mean? Like the bond is supposed to make me forget him?” The thought alone sent a chill down your spine. 

“In a sense,” Valko explained. “See, once the bond is active, it only grows. You’ve already felt the start of it, you’re drawn to me–” he held up a finger to stop you from interrupting. “–Even if you pretend you’re not. I can see it, okay?” 

You slumped back in your chair. No point in denying it. “Okay, go on.” 

“So,” he continued, “the point is your feelings towards Caleb should have shriveled up compared to the bond. I mean the fact that you’re not throwing yourself at me already is a bit odd but–” He paused, noting your glare. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I’m just confused why it’s not kicking in the way it’s supposed to.” 

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s a false alarm.” 

“It’s not.” He gave you a serious look. “A mating bond is all or nothing, it will continue to fester until we finally succumb to our impulses. I just don’t understand why it’s not kicking in more...” 

You swallowed, “…Impulses?” 

He sent you a wolfish grin that sent a shiver through your body, though not from fear. “You heard me. That’s how you solidify the bond. After that the urge to ‘mate’ will subside slightly and we won’t feel so crazy while we’re apart.” 

You cleared your throat, “And there’s no way to stop a mating bond, is there?” 

He looked down at his plate, digging around with his fork. “No. Not that I’m aware. The only cases I’ve heard of where a mated pair have rejected the bond they both… wither.”  

You shifted in your seat. “Great.” 

“Hey, it’s not so bad,” he tried to catch your eye. “Look, I want to get to know you. We’re a match for a reason and I want to explore that with you.”

“It’s not that simple for me Valko–”

He made a small sound, so subtle you almost missed it, but you didn’t miss the way his hands had clenched into fists. 

He noticed you staring and hid his hands under the table. “Sorry it’s just… Well, you saying my name. I liked it.” 

It was difficult to ignore the hunger in his eyes, or the tenseness in his shoulders as he held himself back from you. Suddenly, the table between you felt like a chasm. You wanted to be next to him, to touch him, to feel his bare skin against yours, to feel his teeth graze your neck–

You shook your head. “Stop doing that.” It came out as a whisper, you had to forcibly tear your gaze away from him. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He leaned closer, his voice low, “Everything you’re feeling is because your body knows what it wants, who it wants. I feel it too.” He let his hand rest on the table, open and waiting. “We’re biologically matched, it’s unavoidable.” 

“How? How could this happen?” You put your head in your hands. “Things were going so well. Me and Caleb were finally on the same page, but now he’ll never trust me again.” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “I can’t lose him, I just can’t.” You took a stuttered breath as tears began to fall freely down your cheeks. “I don’t know what to do.” 

In a moment, Valko was crouched at your side. He reached for you, but hesitated. “Hey, hey, it’s okay we’ll figure this out together. I’ll explain what’s going on to him, maybe… maybe we can compromise somehow.” He said the last few words as if they hurt to come out, as if the idea of sharing his mate was physically painful. As you continued to cry, he reached out again, “Can I hold you?” 

Your mind was at war with itself. Your instincts screamed to leap into his arms, as though his touch would solve all your problems. “I… I don’t…”

He sighed. “Physical touch between mates is important for emotional regulation. The fact that we’ve been avoiding it is probably throwing off your emotions.” He put a gentle hand on yours. “I really do just want to make you feel better.” 

The moment he touched you it was like sinking into a warm bath. Warmth coursed through your body, emanating from where his skin met yours. He’s safe, he’s good, he’s mine– 

Caleb will hate me for this.

I never want him to stop touching me. 

You gave the slightest nod, and that was all he needed. He gathered you in his arms, letting out a pleased grunt as he did, and carried you back to the couch. You held back a soft sigh as he enveloped you, but the change was undeniable. The trickle of warmth from just his hand was multiplied tenfold. It felt so good to be close to him, you nearly forgot why you were upset in the first place. 

“There we go, that’s better, right?” He nuzzled his cheek over the top of your head. “I told you I could help.” 

You settled your weight against him, relaxing under his touch. It was a struggle to care about the task at hand, how could anything be wrong when you were with him? “I need to…” your mind swiveled back to Caleb, “figure out what to do.” 

He stroked a hand over your back, the other tickled the nape of your neck. “I know, baby.” 

A small thrill ran through you as the pet name slipped out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be surprised. “He’ll be back in a few days.” 

“Mmhmm.” Valko squeezed you a bit tighter, his lips brushed over the top of your head. “I’ll handle it.” 

“I love him.” You murmured into his chest. “I love him so much.” 

“I know.” He spoke softly in your ear. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” 

“I can’t stop the bond.” He whispered. “I can’t stop these feelings. You’re all I can think about, it fucking hurts to be away from you.” He took a deep breath in, “and it feels so fucking good to be close to you.” He massaged his hands over your back. “I want you to know that I’ll never do anything without your permission, but this feeling isn’t going away.”

You sighed under his touch, melting against him. “Do you feel the same way I do?” 

He gave you a tight lipped smile. “I feel more. You’re only human,” He explained, “So you’re affected by the bond but for a wolf… it’s all consuming. I’m attuned to my mates needs, their feelings, their desires… I can feel how conflicted you are, and I feel the guilt you’re carrying.” He tucked his chin over your shoulder. “I just want to make you feel better.”

“That… sounds like a lot.” You admitted. 

“It is.” He gave a small, humourless laugh. “All I want is to claim you, to please you, to make you mine…” He stifled a low growl. “I want to hear you say my name again, over and over until your voice is coarse.” 

You let out a small whine, struggling to hide the fact that his words sent warmth pooling between your legs. “Please, we can’t–” 

He swallowed, and let his head fall back against the couch. “I know, fuck, I know.” His hands gripped you, “I promise we’ll figure something out, okay? I’ll make it all better I swear.” 

“How?” You met his gaze, his pupils were blown wide, nearly blocking out the gold of his irises. 

His brow furrowed in concentration, determined to listen, determined to do as you wished, fighting against his base desires. “I don’t know yet.” 

You thought for a moment, trying to ignore the need pulsing through you. “Will you stay and talk to me?” 

He gave you a surprised look, “Talk? About what?” 

“Everything, anything.” You said, “Tell me about you, what you like, who you are, that kind of thing.”

His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, “I can do that. As long as you return the favour.” 

You spent the night in his arms, chatting idly about yourselves as a distraction from the desire you both felt. Being with him felt natural, as though you had always known each other. He made you laugh without even trying, and the conversation flowed easily until you both drifted off to sleep.

—

The next morning, she still insisted on going to work, no matter how much Valko tried to convince her to stay. He knew she felt the bond, that her instincts must be calling for her to stay close, but still, she got on her motorcycle and left. He frowned at the window as he watched her leave. Something wasn’t right. 

Even for a human, a mating bond was irresistible. She shouldn’t be able to leave so easily, especially when the bond has been freshly formed. Valko paced through her home, running through everything he knew about the bond. It’s been about 72 hours since he first caught her scent, and while he’s certain the bond has kicked in, it still feels like something’s wrong.

Was her relationship with Caleb really that powerful? Did she love him so much she could resist her very biology? 

Valko’s shoulders dropped slightly. She may have been able to resist the baser calls of the bond, but Valko was struggling. When she finally allowed him to hold her last night he thought he might cry. How was it fair that she had a choice but he didn’t? Of course the one woman in the entire world that he’s fated to love has already fallen in love with someone else. The way she talked about Caleb the other night… he sounded perfect. Hell, from her description of him, if they’d met under different circumstances they might have actually been friends. 

But now Valko had to figure out how to tell this guy that he needed his girlfriend like he needed air. What were the chances of a fleet colonel taking that well? 

He wandered around the house, unconsciously rubbing up against doorways and furniture. Caleb wasn’t a wolf, he wouldn’t notice a difference, but it gave Valko some comfort knowing he was leaving his mark in her space. He padded into her room, breathing in deep. Her scent was strong throughout the house, but here where she slept it was certainly more concentrated. He looked at the bed, noting the two matching apple plushies leaning up against one another. Without thinking, he grabbed the green one and held it to his face. 

Caleb. 

He held it back, then grabbed the red one. 

Her. 

Hm, so they liked to hold each other's plushie. Ugh. Gross.

He brought the green one back to his nose. Caleb’s scent was confusing. Everyone generally smelled like the places they’d been, like dirt sticking to a shoe, but underneath all that there was always a base scent. Caleb’s smell lingered as leather, fuel, shoe polish, ozone, and something metallic. It made sense, given his career, but it still wasn’t him. He went back into the closet, fishing out some of Caleb’s clothes. He sniffed carefully, who was he outside of work? Sour candy, model glue, fresh cut grass, that weird metallic smell again, apple blossoms, the same body wash she used… He shook his head, he was still only picking up the things that stuck to him, not the man himself. With her, it was obvious; his nose brushed past all the extra scents from the day and honed in on her. Her base scent was warm, comforting, a little spicy but mostly sweet. Caleb had no base scent, at least nothing that stuck out here. Was her scent so powerful it blocked him out? No, he could still smell the remnants of the other man, so what was going on? 

He returned to the living room and flopped down on the couch. Maybe there was more info in the family archives. He turned on his holo screen and began digging for reasons a human might be slow to react to the bond, and how a human might disguise their base scent…

—

Caleb was exhausted. Finally, after putting up with the fleet’s bullshit politics for three whole weeks he was able to come home. After pulling more than a few allnighters, he even managed to finish ahead of schedule. He wore a soft, tired smile as he pulled into the driveway; he hadn’t told her that he’d be back early, hoping it would be a pleasant surprise. He didn’t see her motorcycle, which meant she had already left for work that morning. Good, it gave him the chance to take a nap and freshen up before preparing for her arrival that evening. He hated when she worried about him, and if he came home unshaven with dark undereyes she would do nothing but fuss. 

The second he walked through the door he knew something was wrong. 

There were a pair of shoes in the foyer. Men’s shoes. Not Caleb’s shoes. 

A mix of worry, jealousy, and anger mixed in Caleb’s gut. Did she have another man here? Surely if they had broken in they wouldn’t have bothered to remove their shoes, no, this was a welcomed guest. A friend perhaps? No, she would have told him, and why would they leave their things here while she was gone?

He entered the house as though it was an enemy's headquarters, scanning around corners and listening for any sign of movement. The enemy in question, however, was not hiding at all. 

A tall, muscular, red-haired man sat leisurely on the couch, scrolling through a holographic screen. He turned his head slightly as Caleb entered the living room, but otherwise made no movement to get up. “Oh hey, you’re home early.” 

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. He managed to keep his voice even, despite the rage beginning to boil under the surface. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” 

The stranger’s eyebrows rose up in mock surprise. “Woah, is that any way to greet a guest? Besides, I’m pretty sure this is her house, not yours actually.” 

Caleb took a step closer, wearing the same expression that sent most enemies cowering. “Who. The fuck. Are you?” 

“Alright, I guess I knew this was coming. Though I did think I’d have a bit more time.” The man swung his feet onto the floor with a grunt and stood up to face Caleb. “The name’s Valko. I’m your girlfriend’s mate.” 

“Her what?” Caleb snarled. In a second, Caleb’s evol sent Valko straight to his knees with crushing force. 

Despite the force of gravity upon him, Valko sent him a shit-eating grin. Two ears sprang out of Valko’s hair, and his tail appeared behind him. “It’s a wolf thing.” 

Caleb’s voice was a low growl, “If you don’t explain what the fuck is going on in the next ten seconds I swear I’ll crush you into dust.” 

“Look, it’s a bit more complicated than ten seconds.” Valko paused, his eyes lit up for a moment, “Besides, you couldn’t get me out of here if you tried, captain.” 

Caleb’s eye twitched, and Valko grunted as gravity increased even more. “It’s Colonel.” 

“Oh yeah, she did mention that. She talked about you quite a bit actually, especially while we cuddled.” 

“You’re fucking dead–!” Before Caleb could crush Valko, he froze, eyes wide, “What the–”

“So that’s what that metal smell was.” Valko let out a low chuckle and stood as Caleb’s evol unwillingly released him. “That’s a pretty cool arm you’ve got there, I’d hate to ruin it.” 

Caleb let out a gasp of pain, his right arm tense and unmoving. The metal of his mechanical arm hummed with power, threatening to tear off completely.

“Perhaps we can have a real conversation now?” Valko strutted closer. “I’ve been so curious to meet you after all.” 

“I swear, if you fucking hurt her I’ll kill you–” Caleb grit his teeth.

“I didn’t hurt her, for fucks sake. She’s fine.” Valko took another step closer, earning a sharp glare from Caleb, “Look let’s just take a seat and talk–” His nostrils flared, he paused, “What the…” Valko’s gaze locked on Caleb. “That’s not possible.” 

“What the hell are you talking about now?” Caleb’s patience was quickly running out.

“You smell just like her.” Valko muttered more to himself than to Caleb.

“If you don’t start talking– Hey!”

Before Caleb could react, Valko was in his personal space, breathing deeply through his nose. “That’s impossible, how–”

Caleb shoved the other man away, noting that his arm had been released. “What are you doing?” 

“That explains why she still had such strong feelings towards you…” Valko let out a breathy laugh, disbelief written all over his features. “I have two mates.”

Caleb stared. Surely, the sleep deprivation was getting to him and he was hearing things. “What?”

Valko’s disbelief morphed into wonder. “That’s why I couldn’t pick you out before.” He waved generally at Caleb, “Y’know underneath all the other stuff sticking to you.” 

Caleb blinked. “Is this some fucked up tactic so that I don’t kill you?” 

Valko just kept rambling, now pacing back and forth. “I mean, I didn’t think that was possible. I knew there was something about your scent when I first picked it up, but I figured that was just hers mixing with your things. Now though… It makes sense.” He sniffed the air again. “That’s why her feelings didn’t fade for you, it’s why the bond didn’t take as quickly as it should have… because we were missing part of it.” 

Caleb wasn’t sure whether or not he should still be mad. “You… I… What?” 

Valko couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto his face, or his tail picking up speed behind him. “No one is going to believe this.” 

“I still don’t believe this.” Caleb was stunned by the pure absurdity of the situation.

Valko’s gaze snapped on him, suddenly attentive. “You’re exhausted. You should get some sleep.”

“What the hell is happening?” Caleb ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I get home and find out my girlfriend is seeing another man behind my back, and now you–” He shoved a finger at Valko’s chest, “–are claiming I’m also part of your wolf mating bullshit?!”

Valko held up his hands, “Look, I know it’s weird, but I promise this will all make more sense very soon. I’ve certainly never heard of anyone with two mates before… I’ll have to look into it later. I wonder how quickly you’ll be affected though…” 

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘affected?’”

“Well… it’s only a matter of time before the pheromones kick in.” Valko mused. “Given her reaction time it shouldn’t take long at all, but when she gets here I expect it might be a little more… intense.” He shifted on his feet. “I mean, it’s certainly kicked in for me, you have no idea how hard it’s been to–”

“Are you saying you did something to her?” Caleb stepped up to the other man, squaring his shoulders. 

Valko didn’t retreat, in fact the closer Caleb got the happier he felt. “The bond is out of my control.” He spoke quietly. “She does love you, you know, I can feel it.” He took a step closer, their chests almost touching. “I can also feel how much you love her. It’s a bit intoxicating to be honest.” 

Caleb’s eyes narrowed at the red-haired man. “I don’t care about you or this ‘mating bond’ shit, I want you out.”

“I know it’s sudden and strange,” Valko inched closer, and Caleb didn’t move. “I know you want to be angry at me, I would too if our places were reversed.” He reached out, slow, careful, “But the fact of the matter is neither of us can fight this.” 

“There’s nothing to fight.” Caleb snapped. “I don’t feel anything towards y-you–”

Valko traced a hand along Caleb’s shoulder, cutting off his train of thought. “It’s okay, I know you’re conflicted.” He said, his voice low, “I’ll stop if you want me to.” His hand trailed up, along Caleb’s collarbone then up his neck, towards his jaw. “Do you want me to?” 

Caleb’s eyes widened. As soon as the other man touched him a bloom of warmth spread through his body, the kind of warmth he only felt when he was alone with her, hiding away from the world. “H-how did you do that? What are you doing to me?” 

Valko just smiled, “I’m not doing anything.” He brushed his thumb over Caleb’s cheek. “It feels good to be close, doesn’t it?” 

Caleb shivered, it did feel good. It took every bit of willpower not to lean into the other man. “Did you drug me or something?” 

Valko made a low sound in his throat. “I told you, I didn’t do anything. This is just the effects of the bond, we all feel it.” 

“I– I don’t understand…” Caleb bit back a moan as Valko threaded his hands through his dark hair. The change in the air was so immediate it made him dizzy. 

“It’s okay, I know it’s a lot.” His voice was strained, as though he was using all his will power to hold himself back. “I’ll help, I promise I’ll help.” He nuzzled into Caleb’s neck, earning a sharp gasp from the other man. “I can make it better,” he spoke the words like he was in a trance, “Fuck you both smell so good. It’s going to be torture waiting for her to come back.”

Caleb’s head was spinning; the desire to choke the life out of this stranger had all but vanished, replaced now by an indescribable hunger. Despite knowing him for barely a few minutes, something deep in his gut convinced him this was exactly where he wanted to be. Was this some sort of drug? A gas? Surely this whole mating bond was a farce? He fought to hold onto reason, to think logically, but the moment Valko pressed a soft kiss to the side of Caleb’s neck, his resolve crumbled. 

Valko continued to nuzzle against him, sensing his body give in. “See? It feels good doesn’t it? It feels right.”

Caleb could only nod, fearing the noise that might come out of his mouth if he spoke.

“Don’t worry, once she’s here it will all make sense, everything will be just the way it’s supposed to.” Valko wrapped his arms around Caleb and pressed his face into his shoulder. “You need some rest.” 

“What?” Caleb finally managed to speak through the strange haze in his mind. 

“You didn’t sleep last night did you?” Valko walked him slowly backwards, towards the bedroom. Caleb allowed it. “You need some sleep.” 

“Why am I letting you do this?” Caleb murmured. “I shouldn’t be letting this happen.” 

Valko’s tail waved behind him. “Because you know deep down that this is right. The bond is always right.” 

“How do you know that?” Caleb noted Valko’s flushed expression and the way his golden eyes darkened with desire. “You’re just letting this thing control you? Control us?”

Valko hummed, and opened the bedroom door. “Your brain controls a lot of things about you without your permission, why is it so strange for it to know who you’re supposed to love?”

Love. The word rang around Caleb’s head. It was confusing. It was true. He let the other man guide him into the bedroom, pausing only when Valko began unbuttoning his Colonel’s uniform. “W-wait, what are you doing?”

Valko stopped. “I thought you would be more comfortable without it.”

“Oh, okay.” Caleb felt like he was in a dream. He couldn’t explain the odd sense of calm that had settled over him, as though he knew without a doubt that the man in front of him was safe enough he could let his guard down. Logically, he shouldn’t be so relaxed, this was a stranger after all, but the longer he stayed in the wolfish man’s presence the more he knew for certain that he was meant to be there. 

Once he had stripped down to his underwear, Valko guided him slowly towards the bed. “Come. Rest.” 

Even without this mating bond scrambling his senses, Caleb figured he probably would have followed anyway. He truly was exhausted, and right now nothing in the world sounded better than curling up and falling asleep next to his mate. 

Mate. 

He hesitated.

The hesitation only lasted a second, then Valko was pulling him down into the bed, and carding a hand through his dark hair. “There we go, better right?” The red-haired man pulled him close, entwining their bodies together. He nuzzled against Caleb, unable to resist the satisfaction of knowing he was caring for his mate. “Get some sleep.”

Caleb’s eyelids were already heavy, “Is this how she feels too?” 

“Yes, but she was so worried about hurting you.” He explained. “She’s going to be very happy when she comes home.” 

Caleb hummed, his eyes fluttering shut. “S’good.”

Valko laid with him, brushing through his hair until he fell asleep and excitedly awaited her return.

—

Dread settled in your stomach once you saw Caleb’s car sitting in the driveway. When did he come back? Had he discovered Valko? You rushed to the door, trying to ward off images of the two men tearing one another apart. If they had already met without you there… 

You burst through the front door, searching for signs of disaster. “Caleb? Are you home?” 

“In here, baby.” He responded from the kitchen. 

You sagged with relief, perhaps Valko had left before he arrived. That gave you time to plan. You kicked off your shoes and ran into the kitchen. “Caleb I need to talk to–” You stopped dead in your tracks as you rounded the corner. 

“Heya sweetness.” Valko was leaning against the counter. Shirtless. Next to Caleb. Also shirtless. And they weren’t killing each other. “Missed you.” 

Your mouth hung open as you stared back and forth between the two men. 

Caleb turned the pot on the oven, which smelled delicious, down to a simmer and faced you, crossing his arms. “So, when were you going to tell me about your new friend?” 

You snapped out of your shock, “Caleb I swear nothing happened between us– it’s like a biological thing or whatever– and it affects your emotions– but I swear we were just talking– and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings so I was trying to think of how to tell you because this all just came out of nowhere and I hardly know what to make of it and I was so worried that you’d be upset so I–”

“Woah woah, slow down, breath.” Valko pushed off the counter and walked towards you. “Don’t worry, he knows.” 

Your throat felt dry. “He does? You do?” 

“I do.” Caleb walked towards you as well. 

“Wh– and– and you… are… okay with this?” You frowned, you knew how possessive Caleb could really be. 

“Not at first.” Caleb admitted. “But then…” 

Valko got to you first, and the closer he got the more your heart began to race in anticipation. “I made quite the discovery today.” He grinned, and took your hand in his. “Do you want to hear what it is?” He pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles. 

You blinked in surprise at the blatant display of affection right in front of Caleb. “W-what is it?” 

“I,” He pulled you by the hand and spun you around, catching you with his other arm. “am one lucky wolf.” 

You looked over to Caleb, searching his expression. You expected anger, hurt, jealousy, not… amusement?! “Someone please tell me what’s going on.” you pleaded. 

“What do you think? Should we put her out of her misery?” Valko spoke close to your ear, the proximity to him was already making you feel dizzy. 

“Hmm, I guess so.” Caleb brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You said once she got here the feelings would be more intense right?” 

“Mmhmm,” Valko nuzzled against the top of your head. “It’ll just get stronger until we take care of it.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Wait, Caleb you’re really okay with me and him…?” 

“We were talking,” Caleb mused, “apparently if you resist the bond for too long it can be nearly painful, I’d hate for you to experience that.” He leaned down so that he was at eye level with you. “I’d also prefer not to experience it myself.”

You froze, surely you must have misunderstood his meaning. “What?” 

Valko chuckled low in your ear. “Remember how I said something felt off about the bond when it was just us? Well, turns out we were missing someone to make the bond complete.” 

Your eyes widened. “Wait– you don’t mean–”

“Uh huh, this lucky wolf has two mates.” Valko tugged your waist with one hand and tugged Caleb’s with the other, pulling the two of you close. 

It still wasn’t quite processing, “So, Caleb– You’re also–?”

“Tangled in this mess with you? Yes.” 

“Hey!” Valko huffed. “Being my mate is an honour. You’ll see.”

“So…” you looked between Valko and Caleb, “We’re all mates then?” 

“In a matter of speaking.” Valko explained. “Like I said, I have to do more research about abnormal mating bonds, especially when two humans are involved.” He squeezed you and Caleb lightly. “Buuut to be honest I don’t really give a fuck about that right now.” 

That familiar warmth had been spreading through your body ever since you returned to Valko’s side, only this time it didn’t stop at a general feeling of peace and calm. Seeing Valko next to Caleb had only intensified your desire, pooling deep between your legs. You wanted to watch them ruin each other, and for them to ruin you in return.

Valko’s eyes flashed, his breath came out a bit heavier than before, almost as if he could read your thoughts. “If you don’t want this, you have to say so. Right now. Because I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.” 

You glanced up at Caleb, gauging his expression. He met your gaze with dark eyes, and grinned, “Oh she wants this.”

Valko made a low sound in his throat and turned to Caleb, “And what about you, pretty boy? Do you want this?” 

Caleb shivered, but nodded, a light flush growing on his cheeks.

Valko let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl before surging forward and crashing his lips against Caleb’s. He nipped sharply at his lower lip, and Caleb returned the favour, kissing back with just as much ferocity. Valko’s grip moved to cup the back of Caleb’s neck, encouraging him to open more. The two men melted against one another in a clash of lips and teeth. One of Caleb’s thighs stepped in between Valko’s legs, and the wolfish man took the opportunity to grind against it, keening at the friction. 

You squeezed your thighs together at the display, enraptured as the two men pushed and pulled against each other. After a moment, Valko pulled away, his lips shiny with spit and eyes hazy. He tilted your chin up. “C’mere sweetness.” 

 You let him pull you in, unable to hold back a contented sigh as his lips pressed against yours. He was considerably more gentle with you than he had been with Caleb; pressing soft kisses and slowly coaxing your mouth open so that he could taste you. The moment his lips met yours, any remaining capacity for logic or reasoning evacuated your mind. You wanted nothing more than to give into the bond, to let him claim you, to succumb to both your mates. 

Once Valko released you, Caleb was there to pull you in with a low moan. You had kissed Caleb hundreds, if not thousands of times, but something felt different about this kiss. There was something new, something wild driving you forward. The kiss grew rough and messy, as though neither of you could help but give into these new instincts. Caleb let out a small whimper against your mouth, “Fuck, how do you feel even better than before?”

You felt Valko’s grip tighten around you, and a pitiful sound spilled from his lips. “Please, please, I need more–” He leaned down to meet where yours and Caleb’s lips had pressed together. The three of you let out muffled groans as you entered a messy, three way kiss. It was uncoordinated and desperate, but as soon as Valko’s lips entered the fray something in the air shifted. “Oh fuck, oh fuck yes–” His words were muffled against your lips and Caleb’s. “Fuck I needed this.” You felt his fangs drag against your lips as he deepened the kiss.

Caleb grunted, sneaking a hand to grip Valko’s jaw. “Be careful–” Caleb swayed slightly, barely able to string his thoughts together, “If she gets hurt–”

“I’ll take good care of both of you. I promise.” The wolf assured, turning back to kiss you. “My mates, all mine.” He murmured happily, tail thumping back and forth. “I’ll make you happy,” He kissed Caleb, “I’ll make you feel good,” he kissed you, “I’ll make everything just right.” He kissed Caleb again. “Both mine, all mine, all mine…” He repeated the phrase like a mantra, switching back and forth between kissing the two of you. You were vaguely aware of him guiding you both towards the couch, much more distracted by the addicting feeling of his lips against yours. 

Each touch and kiss sent a shiver of pleasure down to your core. Your body felt soft and pliant under his touch, you wanted everything he had to give you, you’d take anything he offered. Once he reached the couch, he pulled you and Caleb down to sit on either side of him. You glanced down, noting the sizable tent in both men’s pants. 

Valko put one hand on your thigh and the other on Caleb’s, squeezing gently.  “I want to feel how you feel for each other.” He let out a shaky breath, “Show me.” 

Without thinking, you crawled over their laps, straddling Caleb’s right thigh and Valko’s left thigh together. Caleb pulled you down to meet him, groaning openly into your mouth as your lips met. Your hand drifted down his body to palm over his clothed cock, squeezing and pressing just how he liked. Caleb grunted in approval and dragged your lip between his teeth. He brought his hand up to sneak under your shirt, teasing the underside of your breasts. You let your weight settle down on their thighs, grinding down against them. A loud moan escaped your lips at the friction, and you couldn’t resist rocking your hips against them as Caleb devoured your kisses. 

Valko let out a whine, and you glanced over to see Caleb palming over the other man, teasing the same way you were doing to him. Valko’s hand moved to your thigh, going higher until he reached the waist of your pants. “Take these off.” He panted. “Please.” 

You rolled your hips over the men’s thighs, enjoying the tingling against your clit. “Why don’t you do it?” 

His eyes flashed with something wild and hungry; in a second your pants were ripped open, the fabric falling away in tatters. Before you could react he was already ripping off your top, leaving you completely naked. “Much better.” His pupils were blown almost impossibly wide as he scanned over your body. “Fuck you’re perfect.” 

If it were any other situation, you might have cared that your work uniform was now shredded on the ground, but right now all you could think about was how good it felt to be naked. It felt right, why should you wear clothes around your mates? It didn’t make any sense to have barriers between you. You frowned at their pants and tugged at their waistbands, they shouldn’t have been wearing those in the first place. “Off.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Caleb panted. Without a second to waste, he used his evol to lift you into the air so they could rip their own clothes off. 

Valko’s eyes tracked your core as you lifted up, he fumbled taking his pants off at the sight of your dripping pussy. “Fffffuck.” 

Caleb wore a hungry grin, his cock now freed and standing at full attention. “Do you want to see one of my favourite things to do?” 

Valko nodded rapidly without looking away from you. 

Caleb pulled you closer in the air until your pussy was level with his mouth, his breath fanned against you, teasing. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his head and you used him as leverage to push his face into your cunt, sighing happily as he nosed against you. His hands kneaded your ass, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. He groaned deep in his throat, sending wonderful vibrations along your clit. He licked the seam of your pussy, tasting, savouring, and drinking in your essence. You angled your hips impatiently, and he eagerly accommodated, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking mercilessly. 

Your back arched at the pleasure and you dug your fingers against his scalp. “Yesyesyes please– don’t ever stop–”

You felt another set of hands grab at your thighs, and released your clamp over Caleb’s head. “Please– I wanna– wanna taste–” Valko panted as he spread your thighs open. Caleb allowed you to float over slightly, so you were positioned between them with your legs spread wide. Valko pressed his cheek against Caleb’s, desperate to taste you. 

“Oh fuck–!” You gasped as Valko’s tongue joined Caleb’s, and both men devoured your cunt. 

The second Valko tasted you he lost all sense of control; his mouth opened against you, dragging his tongue over every inch of skin he could reach. While Caleb focused his attention over your clit, Valko didn’t seem to have a goal other than to smother himself against you. He laved his tongue against you mindlessly, smearing your juices and his own saliva across your core. He knocked against Caleb’s cheek, nearly pushing him out. 

Caleb grunted and grabbed Valko by the jaw, directing him, “Share.”

“‘M sorry.” Valko slurred against you. “Jus’ tastes s’good.” 

You put one hand in each of their hair, pushing them back into you. “Less talking. More eating.” You groaned. 

They managed to find a rhythm together, licking, kissing and sucking over your pussy. Your essence dripped over them, soaking the lower half of their faces. The view from above was obscene; both their eyes were hazy with desire, unable to think about anything other than drinking you in. Their tongues dipped inside you, trying to reach as deep as they could. You rolled your hips, your legs pressed their heads against one another, desperate for as much contact as possible. 

Their tongues both brushed against your clit, circling and licking at a merciless rhythm. You let out a broken scream, gripping their hair as they drove you closer and closer to the edge. A pair of fingers, you weren’t sure who’s, plunged into your cunt. They pumped inside you, quick and precise, aiming for your g-spot. If Caleb’s evol wasn’t holding you upright, you probably would have collapsed by now. The fingers stroked up inside you, hitting that spongy bundle of nerves and building the pressure up and up and up–

“‘M so fucking close– please– shitshitshit–!” You clung to the men below you, your hips rutting uncontrollably against their mouths. 

The fingers rammed upwards and stroked mercilessly against your g-spot; you felt the pressure forming low in your belly, desperate for release.

You bowed over with a silent scream as you finally came, ecstatic thrums of pleasure radiated out from your clit, tingling out through your entire body. The walls of your pussy clamped down on the fingers inside you, and the pressure released, squirting out clear, watery fluid across the men's faces. Your thighs shook around their heads, but they didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. If anything, your release only seemed to spur them on more. 

You whined, trying to pull their heads back from your tingling clit, just for a moment. “W-wait– s’to much–”

Valko let out a snarl when you tried to pull back, and only held you tighter, lapping up the juices leaking out of you with an obsessive fervour. 

Caleb hummed against you, he loved driving you over the edge, and then pushing it even further. He caught your eye from below, drunk on the taste of you. 

“C-Caleb– please– lemme down– I c-can’t–” You pleaded, words already slurring together. 

He always listened to you, no matter how much he would love to torture your clit forever, he couldn’t resist when you begged so sweetly. He turned his head slightly, smearing your wetness across his cheek. “Kiss me.” He murmured against Valko’s mouth, guiding him off your overstimulated clit.

Valko followed easily, groaning against the other man’s mouth as they both tasted you on each other. As they pulled away, you got a full view of the shiny, slick mess you made on their faces. You lowered slowly back onto their bare laps, still dizzy from your orgasm. As they kissed, you took the opportunity to admire their cocks; you were well familiar with Caleb’s considerable length, but Valko’s–

Fuck he was big. 

You reached down between your legs and smeared some of your slick wetness against your hands, then with one hand for each man, began stroking their lengths. 

Both their hips jerked at your touch, Caleb broke the kiss briefly to watch your hands at work, but Valko tugged him back in. “Not done.” He grunted, unable to stop from rolling his cock up into your touch. 

You bit your lip at the sight of them thrusting up into your hands as they kissed, growing more fervent by the second. Their cocks made your hands look small by comparison, it wasn’t enough, you wanted to give more. You slid back to give yourself room, then leaned over Caleb’s lap. He was your first after all, it was only fair. 

Caleb let out a gasp as you pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, still pumping Valko’s with one hand. You started slow, pressing wet kisses along the sides, and coating him in your saliva. 

He moaned, stroking his hand over your hair to push it out of your face. “Fuck baby.”

Before taking him in your mouth, you rose up and swapped sides, leaning over Valko’s lap and pumping Caleb with your hand. You offered him the same treatment, laving your tongue along his length but not yet taking it in your mouth. 

“Holy shit–” He panted.  

You swapped again, taking just the tip of Caleb’s cock in your mouth. You sucked lightly, and swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum pearling at the tip. When his hips jumped, you switched again, tasting Valko and teasing the tip. You ran your tongue along the slit of his cock, earning a delicious whimper from his lips before switching again. 

This time when you took Caleb into your mouth, you felt his hand join yours to pump Valko’s cock at a steady rhythm. You swallowed around the length as far as you could take it; you could never quite reach all the way to the base without gagging but you made up for it in enthusiasm. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked, bobbing up and down his thick cock. 

Caleb shuddered, both men were watching you now, their temples leaning against each other. Valko’s hand joined your efforts, squeezing around the base of Caleb’s cock and pumping in time with your mouth. 

“Ohh fuck baby–!” Caleb’s head fell back, he let his hand rest on the back of your neck, “I love your mouth.”

You released him with a wet ‘pop,’  grinning as you moved over to Valko. His chest rose rapidly in anticipation, he had to focus to keep his hips glued to the cushion before you even touched him. You lowered down to his cock, letting your breath fan over the tip, but instead of swallowing him you tilted your head, a devilish smile on your lips, “So, I know how Caleb likes to have his cock sucked, but I don’t know how you like it.” 

Valko groaned, his dick twitched in the air, aching for stimulation. “Anything– anything you do will be good– amazing even– perfect–”

You gave him a fake pout, “But I want to make sure it’s what you like.” 

“I’ll like it all if it’s from you.” He panted, not so subtly trying to cant his hips towards you. “Please– I need– something– fuck–”

“Mmmm,” you hummed, allowing the tip to press against your lips, “Maybe this is all I’ll give you.” You traced your tongue along the underside, teasing. 

He whined, hips jerking slightly, “Please–”

“Please what?” Caleb squeezed him around the base, enjoying the show. 

“Please–” He gave in, “hard– fast– as much as you can take– don’t hold back.”

“There, was that so hard?” You mocked, and without waiting for a response swallowed him as deep as you could go. 

He let out a high pitched sound as you finally took him in your mouth, every last bit of willpower was spent trying to keep himself from ramming into the back of your throat. 

He was a similar length to Caleb, though definitely girthier. Your lips met where Caleb’s hand worked beneath you, and you began bobbing up and down at a merciless pace. You didn’t care how you looked or what you sounded like, in that moment you just wanted to please him. You let out a moan around him, sending delicious vibrations down the length of his cock. 

You felt his thighs tense underneath you, his hand flew to your hair, “Fuck–fuck–fuck–fuck–”

You pushed yourself down, further than you thought you could, breathing sharply through your nose and sucked. While your mouth and throat squeezed around him you let your tongue lap and trace over his veins. 

“Ooh fuck– shit– I’m gonna–!” His cock twitched in your mouth and that was the only warning before he came undone. Thick ropes of cum splashed down your throat, and you milked him for everything he had. Somehow, his cock seemed to get even harder after he came, with no signs of softening. 

Only after swallowing every last drop of his seed did you let it pop out of your mouth, taking a chance to breathe properly. “How was that?” 

Valko’s hand dropped from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He didn’t bother to speak, his words weren’t working yet. His tongue drove inside your mouth, letting out a satisfied growl as he tasted the remnants of himself. 

When he released your lips, you glanced down at his lap– wait–

“What’s that?” The words fell out before you could stop them. His cock had changed, it was different at the base, thicker. When did that happen?!

“Mmmmmwhat?” Valko took a moment to process your words. He followed your gaze, and a lazy smile crossed his lips. “We call it a knot baby, keeps me nice and snug inside you.” 

You swallowed. “How will it fit?” 

Caleb laced his hand with yours and pulled you into his lap, bringing his lips to your tits. “Mmhmm I’ve seen what that pretty pussy can handle.” He murmured against your skin, pressing open mouthed kisses along the underside of your breasts before taking your nipple in his mouth and teasing with his tongue. “God, you’re divine.” You arched against him, letting him bite and lick his way across your chest. 

Valko shifted, kissing along your neck and shoulders. He pressed his chest against your back, guiding you to straddle Caleb’s lap with him glued behind you. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt ya.” He whispered. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good, sweetness.” His heavy cock pressed against your back; he bit back a groan at the slight friction and let his head drop against your shoulder. His hands moved your hips, guiding you over Caleb’s rigid cock. “I-I want both of you to feel good.” 

You grasped Caleb’s shoulders, both of you whined as Valko lowered you down, sinking slowly onto your boyfriend's dick. 

“Ffffffuck–” Caleb hissed, gripping your thighs. 

Valko hooked his chin over your shoulder to watch, his breath heavy in your ear. “Is that good, baby?” 

Both you and Caleb answered at the same time.

“Yes–!”

“Fuck yes–”

You felt more than heard the rumble in Valko’s chest, “Good.” Without warning he lifted you up until you could only feel the tip, then slammed you back down to the hilt. 

You let out a broken sound, echoed by the man inside you. Valko didn’t stop; he lifted you like you weighed nothing, bouncing you up and down on Caleb’s cock. 

Hazy, violet eyes found yours, his mouth hung open as he watched you. “Fucking hell–”

You held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to anchor yourself to reality. Every thrust drove deep within you, dragging perfectly against your sensitive walls. Caleb brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles as Valko moved your hips. 

You nearly screamed, letting your head fall back on Valko’s shoulder, unable to hold yourself upright anymore. He moved you as easily as though you were a toy, fucking you relentlessly with Caleb’s cock. 

His canines traced your neck as he kissed you, but he didn’t bite, not yet at least. He caught Caleb’s eye over your shoulder, enjoying the fucked out expression he wore. “Can I make you cum with her pussy?” 

Caleb could barely speak, barely think as your walls squeezed around him. He made a vaguely affirmative sound, but no real words came out.

Valko’s eyes flashed with something hungry. With a hard thrust he held you down, pushing Caleb’s cock all the way inside you. Both of you let out a loud cry, and Valko’s smile grew wider. “That wasn’t an answer,” He moved your hips back and forth, making you grind on the man below you. “I wanna hear you.” 

Caleb gasped, “Yes– yes fuck– fuck me– please–” He managed to keep his thumb moving on your clit, but his hand stuttered. 

“Keep that hand working pretty boy, I want her to cum on you too.” He lifted you up and down at a languid pace. “Doesn’t that sound good, baby?” 

You nodded desperately, lost in the sensation of pleasure. 

“Ah ah ah, let me hear you babygirl.” Valko nipped at your earlobe. “You’re gonna cum on his dick and squeeze him tight, yeah? That pretty little cunt is gonna milk him dry, right?” 

You let out a pathetic whine, “Yes–yes I wanna cum– please–” You met Caleb’s gaze and brought a hand up from his shoulder to cup his cheek. “God you feel so fucking good–” He nuzzled obediently into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand. You let him draw your middle and ring finger into his mouth, he moaned around the digits as Valko pumped you up and down.

“Fuck–” Valko hissed, his hard cock knocked against your back. “Holy fuck I don’t think I can wait much longer– I need you to cum, come on show me–” Somehow he moved you even faster, harder, “Show me– at the same time– come on let go–”

Your second release ripped through you at his words, “Oh fuck– oh shit–!” You clamped down on the cock inside you as you fell over the edge.

Caleb grabbed at your thighs with a bruising grip, thrusting into you desperately as he came undone inside your fluttering walls. “Shit– Shit–!”

“God– fuck yes baby– that’s it–” Valko’s voice was lower than before as he watched both his mates cum on one another, looking blissfully spent. “So fucking perfect.” It was how it should be; his mates should always feel good. He imagined coming home to you both after a long day, already naked and ready for him– fuck he really had won the lottery.

He let your hips slow, and you were finally able to catch your breath. You pulled your fingers from Caleb’s lips, a string of saliva still connecting you to him. “Holy shit.” He breathed. 

Valko moved in, squishing you between his and Caleb’s chests. You let yourself be smothered between them, too tired to move. He pressed his lips to Caleb’s while rutting absently into your back. “So fucking good.” he murmured against Caleb’s mouth. He turned your head towards him, kissing you next, “My mates. All mine.” He nuzzled his face against both of yours, like he couldn’t stand not to touch you both at the same time, “Said I’d make you feel good, didn’t I? I keep my promises.”

Caleb traced a hand up Valko’s side, his senses finally starting to return, “Now it’s your turn, yeah?” The world tilted on its axis as gravity shifted, Valko flew up and landed softly on the carpet laying on his back, and you followed a second later, landing in his lap. Caleb slipped off the couch and positioned himself behind you, between the wolf's legs. 

Valko’s tail flicked excitedly underneath him, brushing against Caleb’s legs. “Y-yeah.” The sight of you hovering over his cock with Caleb’s weight pressing against his ass sapped his ability to think. He wanted to fuck, be fucked, both, he didn’t care. As long as his mates were touching him, wanting him– as long as he could please them, that’s all that mattered. 

You peered down at the cock beneath you, aching and red. “Poor puppy, that looks like it hurts.” You dragged your slippery core against him, “Can we make it feel better?”

He nodded, a small whine leaving his lips, “Uh huh, mmmph p-please–”

Caleb reached down your body to gather your slickness on his fingers, you arched against him as he dipped inside you, “What happened to the big bad wolf a few moments ago?” He brought his slick fingers down to tease the other man’s hole. “What happened to you not being able to hold back?” 

Valko dug his nails into the carpet, “D-don’t wanna– hurt you–” He gasped. “Tryna be careful.”

You let the tip of his cock catch against your clit, teasing, “Do you think it’ll hurt?”

“No!” Valko tried to jerk his hips up but Caleb held him down with one hand while the other began pumping a finger inside him. “Maybe– a– a little–” he grit his teeth, losing his grip on reality, “Instincts– make me wanna– wanna–”

You leaned down, taking pity on him, “Don’t worry,” you brought your lips to his and he melted against you, “sometimes I have to call in sick to work after Caleb’s done with me.” 

You heard a soft chuckle from behind you, “That’s an exaggeration, usually it’s because you just didn’t get any sleep.”

Valko let out a stuttered breath as Caleb continued to open him up. He tried to smile at you, but he couldn’t hide the desperate look in his eyes. “I need you, I need both of you– I– I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once I start.” 

“That’s okay,” You dragged your cunt against him, lining yourself up with his tip. “We want this too, Valko.” 

He whimpered, burying his face in your shoulder. “Fuck– fuck– please–” He put his hands on your thighs, fingers flexing against your skin in anticipation. 

The moment he felt your pussy squeeze around his tip Valko thought he might truly pass away. He threw his head back, hands shaking on your thighs. Be gentle, be gentle, be good, don’t hurt her– 

“FUCK–!” He screamed, slamming his hands back on the carpet to avoid clawing your skin. Caleb had pressed his cock against the other man’s hole, sinking the tip inside. It was too much and not enough all at once. His mind panicked, he couldn’t decide whether to rut into the heat around his cock or to drive himself onto the length inside him. The control he had so carefully maintained slipped, he didn’t care about anything anymore, the need to fuck, to be fucked, was overwhelming. Claim your mate– mark your territory– kill anyone who gets in the way–

The change was immediate; Valko thrashed underneath you, the whimpering mess of a man replaced by the hungry wolf. He snarled against your skin, trying to force his hips up–

Caleb’s hands pulled you back upright, and you realized he was using his evol to keep Valko pinned to the ground. “Looks like this wolf needs to learn some manners.” He stroked your sides, “Is this still okay?” 

You stared at the feral man beneath you, his hips straining to fuck you, to push into Caleb. His golden eyes were glassy with need, his mouth hung open as he panted, fangs on full display. The sight should have been frightening, but you felt a fresh wave of desire pass over you, the thought of him spearing you on his cock, driven by nothing but pure instincts… “I want to keep going.” 

Caleb nodded and planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Good.” He smiled against your skin and hiked Valko’s legs around his waist for better leverage. “Here, is this what you need?” He pushed himself deeper into the wolfish man, thrusting shallowly as he opened him up. “Does that feel better?” A feral sound ripped out of Valko’s chest, his legs tightened around Caleb’s waist, begging him silently to keep going. “Ffffuck–” Caleb hissed, “Squeezin’ me so fucking tight–”

You slid down easily on his cock, already stretched out from Caleb, until you reached the thick knot at the base. Valko howled beneath you, the carpet was now shredded beneath his hands. His cock twitched inside you, begging for more. You tried to push yourself down– “F-fuck! God that’s too big– I can’t!” You tried again, but he was already so deep inside you, the thought of taking more seemed impossible. “It’s too much–”

Caleb was breathing heavily behind you, thrusting into the other man slow and even. He put a hand on your lower belly and pressed, “Holy shit he’s really in there.” He kissed your shoulder and moved his hands to your hips. “If you want it honey you need to relax, take your time–”

Valko let out a low growl at that, he didn’t want to go slow, he didn’t want gentle, he needed you now. 

Caleb turned his growl into a whine with a sharp thrust of his hips, jostling you in the process. “Patience.”

You tried again to sink down, willing yourself to open up. You braced yourself on Valko’s abdomen, feeling his muscles contract beneath your touch. You bounced yourself up and down, bumping against his knot with each movement of your hips. “Unnngh I can’t– do it–!”

Caleb snuck his hand around your front, circling against your clit. “Relax baby, don’t force it. I’ve got you.” He kissed your neck, “Remember how much work it took for you to take me the first time? Now look at you.” 

Valko’s eyes had rolled back in his head at the combined sensations of you and Caleb fucking him. If it wasn’t for Caleb’s evol holding him down, you were certain he would have jammed his way to the hilt already. While the idea sent a thrill through you, you knew this was a much safer option. 

Slowly, with the help of Caleb's hands, you were able to sink your way further and further down on Valko’s cock. You trembled as he filled you, the stretch was unlike anything you had experienced before. 

Valko fared no better; the beast that had been thrashing beneath you was now a panting mess, drooling and shaking as you sunk your way down. Caleb’s languid thrusts kept him somewhat placated as your heat worked its way around him, but it still wasn’t enough, he needed so much more. 

“C-Caleb–” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the bulge of the knot was nearly all the way inside you, but it was still so fucking big. 

“Shhh it’s okay, you’re doing so good sweetheart, so so good.” He soothed, “You’re almost there. Just relax and let it in.” 

The second his knot finally slipped fully inside you, Valko let out a cry that was more beastlike than human. 

You whined loudly, it felt like he was splitting you in half. Out of habit, you tried to bounce back up, but you didn’t move. A slight panic ran through you as you tried to lift up again, but the knot kept you locked in place. “I- I can’t move!” 

Caleb already had his hand back on your clit, replacing your panic with pleasure, “That’s how it’s supposed to work, right baby? You’re okay, I’m right here.” 

Valko growled, he’d finally had enough. “Need to move.” 

Caleb peered down at him, “If I let you move, will you hurt her?” 

The wolf strained, his cock flexed inside you, “Can’t– help it–”

Caleb shook his head, “Then you’ll take what she gives you.” Valko snarled but Caleb didn’t relent. Instead, he grasped Valko’s hips and increased his speed, pounding into the other man. “Give him– whatever you want baby– and I’ll do the same–”

With every thrust, Caleb made Valko’s cock jolt deep inside you. You cried out, trying to steady yourself. You were so full you could barely think. Unable to move properly, you let your hips rock with Caleb’s movement, allowing the length inside you to massage deep within. 

Valko met your gaze, and a flash of the man returned, “Please– please– let me– nnnngh–” His hands landed back on your thighs, “lemme fuck you properly–”

You nodded without thinking, you couldn’t string a coherent thought together if you tried. 

Caleb’s voice was strained in your ear, fighting his own release, “Are you sure?” 

You let yourself fall back against Caleb’s chest, tilting your head back to kiss him. “Mmmhmm, s’already inside.” 

Valko reached for Caleb, his fingertips brushing over his thighs, “Lemme flip over, please.” 

Caleb groaned, his own willpower quickly fading. “Fuck– okay–” He released his evol, and pulled out of the other man. 

Valko grunted at the loss, but wasted no time repositioning. He wrapped an arm around you to hold you close and rolled onto all fours with you still trapped on his cock. He growled low in his throat and pressed your legs into your chest, savouring the depth of you. “Fffffuck– ‘m gonna fuck you so good baby– gonna fill you right up– ah–!” He stuttered as Caleb returned behind him and slammed his cock back into the wolfish man. He rutted back mindlessly into the sensation, “Oh fuck– yes–”

For a moment his hips jerked halfway between your heat and Caleb’s, uncertain which high he wanted to chase. Caleb set the pace with his thrusts, which in turn had Valko’s cock rolling against your insides. 

Valko’s tail waved against Caleb’s abdomen. At first he tried to swat it away, but when it smacked back across his chest he grabbed it instead and held tight. Valko let out a sharp gasp, and Caleb grinned, “Ohhh does that feel good?” He tugged the tail again, driving himself deeper. “You like having your tail pulled while you get fucked?” Caleb swiveled his hips, angling to drive himself against the other man’s prostate. 

Valko’s arms shook on either side of you, his eyes rolling back, “F-fuck–”

You took the opportunity to plant your feet and grind up into him, making small circles with your hips. 

“Ooooooh fuck yes– please– please–please fuck me– use me–” He cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure. Hazy golden eyes met yours, he flashed his canines in a delirious smile, “See? S’not so scary.” He pressed a hand over your lower belly, and you realized with a whine that he was making your tummy bulge with every roll of his hips. His hand trailed down to thumb over your clit, making clumsy circles and slipping over your wetness. “Can I have your cum again gorgeous? Can you cum on my cock?” He leaned down over you, and dragged his sharp fangs over your shoulder leading towards your neck, “Pleaaaaase I need to feel you squeeze me tighter, I need to feel you cum–” His cock rocked deep inside you, emphasizing every word. “You can do that can’t you? Milk my cock with that pretty– little– pussy– fuck–”

You grabbed at his back, raking your nails across his skin and holding on for dear life. You caught Caleb’s eye over Valko’s shoulder, he just gave you a dazed smile. “What’s wrong, you need some help?” He panted, “C’mon, I’m so fucking close– You can cum with me again can’t you baby?”

Caleb grasped your thighs around Valko’s waist and with one final thrust he pulled, sinking you even deeper than you thought possible. You might have screamed, you weren’t quite sure. Your vision went white as blinding pleasure exploded through your body, the walls of your cunt contracted and Valko finally broke. 

He buried his face in your neck as he came, crying out against your skin. You could feel him spilling inside you, warm and sticky and seemingly endless. He held you tight in his arms as he rode out his orgasm. He whimpered against your skin, still knocking into you from Caleb’s thrusts. “Please– cum inside– fuck– now–!”

“Holy shit– yes–” Caleb gripped the other man’s hips and chased his own release, faster, harder– “Fuck–!” Finally, Caleb’s hips stuttered against Valko’s, spilling deep inside. 

It took a moment for the three of you to stop moving, and a moment more to finally catch your breath. Caleb pulled out of Valko with a small grunt and let himself collapse on the floor beside you. You reached a hand towards him and let it rest on his arm, just happy to touch. He gave you a lazy, satisfied smile, and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “Hi baby.”

You smiled back, still coming back to your senses. “Hi.”

Valko trembled, but managed to settle over top of you without completely crushing you. “That was… incredible.” He breathed. 

“I’ll admit, you surprised me.” Caleb chuckled, brushing his knuckles against Valko’s jaw.

The red haired man scowled playfully, “Surprised? You didn’t have faith in me?” 

“It was a good surprise.” Caleb corrected. “I did start the day thinking I might have lost everything.” 

“Okay, okay, that’s fair.” 

“Hey up there,” You patted Valko’s bicep as the men chatted, “You’re squishing me.” 

Valko, still very much lodged inside you, gave you a sheepish look, “Um, we still have to wait a bit before I can pull out.” 

Your eyes widened, “What? How long?!” 

“Depends.” He said unhelpfully, “But, not too long. Probably.” 

Caleb laughed, “Well, it won’t be the first time we’ve spent the night rolling around on the living room floor.” 

“Hey, that's not such a bad idea.” Valko shot him a devilish grin. “What do you think, sweetness?” 

your cheek was smushed against a pillow and you were drooling and whining into it as caleb rammed into you from behind, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip.

you were still in the process of getting over the flu, your body still slightly weak, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from jumping calebs bones after he came home all sweaty from a workout.

you moaned into the pillow, your stomach fluttering as he increased his pace. caleb held your hand behind your back gently, the simple action making the experience a million times more intimate for both of you.

“fuckk, pips, so pretty.” he moaned out, hand kneading the skin of your hip as he pressed into you harder.

you whined in response, words escaping you as your lower stomach tightened in the same familiar way that it did every time you two were together like this.

what wasn’t familiar though was the sudden fuzziness in your vision and the ringing in your ears that drowned out calebs mumbled praises.

you tried to push up onto your hands and knees with your one available hand in hopes that that might clear your head, but found yourself too weak to do so.

“‘leb-” caleb heard you mumble, thinking you were just moaning his name like usual. he hummed and thrust into you harder, his hips hitting your ass and making a slapping noise echo through the room.

“yeah baby? feels good?” his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.

you huffed out a breath and tried to lift your head, but it stayed firmly planted on the pillow like it was weighed down with bricks.

caleb was rambling about how he was about to cum in your sweet pussy when your hand relaxed in his and your torso was slipping down towards the bed, which was unusual. he knew you well. too well, you might argue. he knew normally when you were close you gripped his hand and tensed up, you never let go of his hand and relaxed your body.

he frowned and tapped your hip gently. “pips?”

with no response he pulled out of you gently and let go of your hand and hip. with nothing holding you up now, you flopped forward against the bed.

calebs heart rate spiked when he saw you laying limp on the bed, his mind sharpening as he looked you over. he flipped you over onto your back, rubbing your cheek gently in an attempt to get you to wake up.

as he stroked your soft skin, he noticed that you were visibly paler than normal. “hey- hey, baby. shit did you pass out? what did i do-”

with no reaponse from you, he gently pulled your hair away from your face and neck, seeing sweat starting to form on the nape of your neck and your hairline. he looked at the clock on the wall and devided that if you weren’t awake in the next minute he would call an ambulance.

when you started to come back to, your head was spinning something fierce. it took you a long moment to orient yourself in the room, lifting your arm up to rub your eyes, the limb heavier than you’d ever felt it.

“ughh.” you groan and look to your side where caleb looks down at you nervously. “cay?”

“hi pretty. you passed out, do you feel alright?” he asks slowly, enunciating the words just in case your brain is still muddled from being unconscious.

you swallow, your throat dry and scratchy. “need wat-”

before you can finish the sentence, caleb is helping you sit up slowly, supporting your back and holding a glass of cold water to your lips. “drink slowly so you don’t choke.”

you drink half the glass of water, ending up with water dribbling from your mouth. caleb wipes the water from your chin after setting the glass down. “feelin’ alright now?”

he gently fluffs the pillows behind you before leaning you back against them carefully.

you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his warm neck and causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. “mhm. i’m sorr-”

“huh, weird, i must’ve gotten something stuck in my ear- i knooow i’m not hearing my beautiful, sweet, perfect wife apologizing for passing out.” caleb interrupts, peppering kisses against the top of your head.

“no apologizin’ for that, yeah? i’m wayyy more worried about you being okay than us finishing what we started.”

you sigh in relief, melting into him, appreciative of how understanding he was. your skin was starting to lose the prickling sensation and your vision and hearing were returning to normal.

after a few minutes of quiet cuddling filled with caleb softly running his fingers up and down your arm and you leaving soft kisses on his neck in thanks, you spea. “i’m okay, really. i think the position got to me, blood going to my head, y’know? plus im still getting over being sick, soo that probably didn’t help.”

he nodded and looked down at you, hair falling in his eyes slightly. “let’s set up a safeword. ooorr a secret-sex-stopping handshake just in case this becomes a habit.” he jokes before his voice takes on a serious tone that you rarely get to hear. “i can’t handle thinking i hurt you again.”

the two of you pondered about safewords and handshakes for a bit, giggling at the ridiculous suggestions made on both sides. in the middle of caleb listing off types of aircrafts you could use for a safeword, he looks down at you only to find you asleep.

caleb held you through the night, continually checking on you to make sure you were alright. despite your reassurances that you were fine, he was still worried about your sudden fainting. he kept a thumb on the pulse point of your neck, holding his breath to count your heartbeats to make sure your heart wasn’t racing.

for weeks caleb was unnecessarily cautious in bed, always quadruple checking that you knew the safe word, the sex-stopping handshake- because you would definitely use that- and he made sure you knew to tell him if anything was off.

anytime you shifted a bit during sex or you made a sound that indicated more pain than pleasure, he would immediately stop and badger you with questions- “are you okay?” “want me to stop?” “need a break?”.

after he stopped sex three times in one round to check on you, you finally snapped at him. “caleb xia if you don’t stop treating me like i’m made of glass i swear i will banish you to the couch and make you listen to me fuck my dildo all night.”

…yeah, that fixed your sex life real quick.

a/n pt2: lets pls just ignore that you normally pass out bc of blood going away from your head quickly, not the opposite (what happened in this….)😟um. i have no excuse for doing it backwards, i forgot !! so, ermmm oopsies?

divider from @pxrce-lain

Caught red-handed, there's a lengthy pause from him—then, he just chuckles, warm and soothing. It crawls through your ear and shoots straight to your gut, settling there and beginning to burn.

"What else am I meant t'do when—ugh, fuck—my perfect girl is talking to me in such a degrading way?"

Your cheeks run hot with shame. Sputtering for an answer, you clench your fists and try to ignore the way your cunt is starting to flutter wildly at his words.

"How long have you been…?"

"Mnnggh… do the specifics really matter, pips?" You can just hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. "Let's jus' say I love listening to my girl talk. That's—haah!—that's all."

Caleb seems to take your lack of response as permission to continue. Now that his secret's out, he seems to let go a little, all rough breaths and throaty groans. Underneath the layer of his melodic sounds is the unmistakable plap, plap, plap of his calloused hand meeting the base of his cock. You wipe away the drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth.

"God, pips, why'd'ya have to be so far away?" Caleb's gripes are muffled by his moans as he chases his release. "Fuck, you hear me gettin' off t'ya? Listen to what you do t'me, pretty girl. Just your voice and I'm gone. All f'you, pips, hahh—fuck."

Your fingers are moving without you realizing, slowly starting to circle your clit. Your moans are softer than Caleb's, barely even there, but he notices. He always does. And he revels in it.

"Yeah? You touchin' yourself f'me, pips? Gettin' yourself all nice and wet for me? C'mon, big girl, use your words."

Spurred on by his encouragement, you dip a finger inside yourself, wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You can't get enough of his gruff tone, so close to spilling his cum all over his hands, and fuck—it should be you he's cumming in—

"C-caleb… need you…"

"Dontcha worry, pretty girl, you got me," he groans, your stomach doing backflips at his voice; it's choked up, raw, desperate.

"I'm all yours, 'kay? When I visit you next—ohh, fuckin' hell—I'll remind ya just how much I belong t'you. Like a dog."

“mmf…”

the low, needy moan resounds from between your thighs. it sends mind-numbing vibrations up your spine.

xavier almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are.

your legs, bent at the knees, are thrown over his shoulders. his hands are at your hips, fingers dug desperately into the softness of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself to reality. to you.

the only sounds filling the room are his hot, heavy breaths and the obscene slurp of his mouth against your pussy. he eats you out like it’s the only thing he was put on this earth to do.

in his mind, that’s a pretty good life purpose to have.

he flattens his tongue against your folds before licking a slow stripe upwards. then, he flicks the tip of it right over your clit.

you throw your head back and gasp. your fingers curl around the sheets.

he seems to perk up at the subtle hitch in your breath. suddenly, he lifts his head away from your wet heat. you swallow back the whine of protest that almost crawls its way up your throat.

the lower half of xavier’s face is shiny with slick. his eyes are hooded, pupils blown so wide that his irises are nothing but slivers of blue. he licks his lips, looking absolutely debauched and just like sin incarnate.

“come on, starlight,” he says, voice hoarse and a little breathless. “i know you can do better than that.”

instantly, you flush.

“xaviii,” you whine. “it’s embarrassing…”

your boyfriend doesn’t respond.

instead, he just dives right back in.

with the way his mouth is moving, it seems as though he’s trying to force every moan out of your throat through your pussy. he shoves his tongue into your entrance and swirls it around inside. his arms lock a little more securely around your thighs.

he’s determined, you’ll give him that.

your mouth falls open, but the only noises spilling from those pretty, perfect lips are your labored breaths. your chest heaves as you struggle to suppress the wave of pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole. all you can do in your attempt to fight it is squeeze your eyes shut.

xavier is having none of that.

the lascivious sound of him making out with your cunt intensifies. it’s like he’s trying to wring out every sound that he can get. he’s relentless in his pursuit. he licks and sucks and groans, eyes rolling back in bliss at the taste of you. his nose bumps against your clit, and you jolt.

“xav… hah, x-xavi…”

“mmh.”

his reply is halfhearted at best. the way he sucks your clit into his mouth is anything but.

“xavier!”

your back arches off the mattress as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud.

the cry of his name has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. his eyes light up for a moment before darkening with arousal.

he shoots you a grin that is very unbefitting of his sweet, boyish features.

“that’s it, angel. give me more.”

zayne has always been quiet during intimacy. usually, the most you’ll get out of him is a low grunt or groan, a whisper of your name or the occasional expletive muttered under his breath. so it was only natural for you to assume that he would also be turned off by a partner who is vocal in bed.

you couldn’t have been more sorely mistaken.

“darling.” his voice is deceptively calm, even as two of his fingers scissor relentlessly in and out of your dripping hole. “please remove your hand from your mouth.”

you barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears. and even if you could hear, you doubt you’d be able to comprehend it. your brain already feels like it’s melting into a puddle of mush in your skull. when he crooks his fingers upwards, your whine is muffled against your palm.

zayne clicks his tongue.

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

his words are laced with an icy-cold edge that wasn’t there before. you know that tone. you know it means business, and promises punishment if you don’t behave.

so you swallow your pride and ask.

“… huh?”

well, you try to, at least.

ever-gracious and oh-so-patient, he reiterates his request. this time, you catch it.

slowly — hesitantly — your hand drops down to your side.

he hums. “good girl.”

his fingers continue to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. the wet shlick, shlick, shlick that hits your ears makes you want to close your thighs around his wrist.

“zayne,” you gasp. “pl-please, zaynie, i—”

“shhh…” his hand skims up your side, calloused palm sending shivers up your spine. “relax, my love.”

“b-but… i can’t…” you choke on a sob, squirming uncontrollably beneath his touch. “i can’t help it…!”

“i know, darling,” he says. “go on. let yourself go.”

your cheeks flush. adamantly, you shake your head. when the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot again, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper.

a quiet sigh escapes from zayne’s lips. it isn’t a sound of anger or frustration or even disappointment. it almost seems pitying, really, when coupled with the sudden softness of his gaze.

the hand that was once a grounding presence at your waist finds a new home at the curve of your jaw. he gently tugs at the corner of your mouth, coaxing you to release your bruised lip from between your teeth. when you finally heed his silent command, he immediately slides his thumb past your parted lips.

“there,” he murmurs, half to himself. “keep it open. just like that.”

your brows furrow in confusion as your sex-addled brain struggles to comprehend why his grip on your jaw has become so firm.

you don’t get the chance to figure it out before he slips another long finger into your fluttering pussy, angling all three upwards until you’re seeing stars.

the moment the heel of his palm grinds down over your clit is the moment that finally breaks you.

“ah!”

the moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, thanks to the way your mouth has been pried open against your will. your entire face feels like it’s been set on fire.

zayne, of course, hardly reacts. only the faintest twitch of his lips and the glint in his eye gives him away. but you can tell he’s pleased, because the next words out of his mouth are gravelly, rough, and a little bit strained.

“good girl.”

for someone who dedicates his life to the pursuit and creation of art, you think that rafayel himself rivals even the most stunning masterpieces currently in existence. especially when he’s sprawled out on the bed beneath you.

a beautiful rosy hue is painted across his cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. his eyes are half-lidded and hazy with bliss. his jaw is slack, lips parted around the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. just the sound of them causes heat to flare up in your gut.

and yet, you still haven’t let out a single pleasured sound of your own. not because he isn’t making you feel good; in fact, quite the opposite is true.

old habits die hard, as the saying goes.

your hips slow to a near-complete stop as you grind yourself languidly against him. you’ve been riding him relentlessly for nearly twenty straight minutes, and your thighs are beginning to ache.

rafayel lets out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of friction.

“cutie,” he whimpers, voice breaking around the syllables. “d-don’t tease. you’re killing me here.”

“i know,” you say. “fuck, ‘m sorry, raf, just— give me a sec…”

his hands tighten around your waist. you can tell his patience is starting to wear thin.

you’re thankful that your hands are already braced on his shoulders for stability. if they weren’t, you would’ve toppled forward the second he started moving.

you hadn’t even noticed the way he planted his feet on the mattress until he begins to jackhammer up into you. he immediately sets a downright brutal pace, hips colliding mercilessly with your own. his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock. he’s not so much guiding you as he is pulling you down — like a siren dragging an unlucky sailor to their demise.

you, of course, are far from unlucky. but you do feel like you’re drowning, with the way he leaves you gasping for air.

“raf— w-wait, slow down…!”

but he can’t. he’s already too far gone, lost in the heat between your legs and the way you clench so perfectly around his length.

his thrusts are sloppy, mindless and desperate. he needs you even more than a fish needs water to breathe. but the fervor with which he ruts up into you is almost punishing, as if he’s trying to say, look at what you’ve done to me. look at how you ruin me.

he’s a wreck. your wreck. and you love it almost as much as he does.

you’re pretty sure you’re going to find bruises in the shape of him tomorrow morning.

“sh-shit, shit, shit,” rafayel warbles, “you’re so beautiful… perfect… gorgeous… my muse…”

each word is punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. your fingernails dig into his shoulders until red, crescent-shaped indents mar his milky skin.

his moans are unabashed, and oh, so loud. you feel every sound like a vibration in your very soul. you’re lucky he has no neighbors. you still half-expect to receive a noise complaint.

the bedroom is filled with just that — the echoes of his pleasure and the wet slap of skin on skin and your heavy breaths laced with faint whimpers that refuse to fully form.

that is, until he shifts his angle. the swollen head of his cock slams against your spongey front wall, and you shriek.

the sound is so abrupt, so raw, that it feels like it was torn from your chest. mortified, you clamp both hands over your mouth in shock.

rafayel’s pace falters. for a moment, he stills. and for the first time since you took him to the hilt tonight, he’s silent.

the air between you is thick, charged with electricity and something more.

your brain screams at you to do something. apologize, or push yourself off of him, or bury your face in your hands and vow never to look him in the eye again out of sheer embarrassment. anything.

then, he smirks.

he doesn’t even give you a chance to blink before your positions have flipped. the air is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the mattress, in the exact spot he lay mere moments before. the sheets still carry the warmth of his body. you can’t even fully process the loss of his cock or the emptiness that follows, because in an instant he’s already shoving back into you with a force that makes your back arch and your throat go hoarse with the weight of your scream.

“yes,” he gasps, “that’s exactly what i need. come on, cutie, let me hear how good i make you feel.”

of all the positions sylus has put you in, you think you like this one the best.

not because he reaches the deepest like this, although that certainly is a perk. not because it’s the most comfortable, because if you’re being honest, your knees are starting to hurt.

no, it’s because in this position, you can afford to be as loud as you want.

your hands fist the sheets beside your head as you bury your face a little further into the pillow. the loud moan that rips through you as his hips collide with your ass is completely muffled.

and sure, your drool stains the pillowcase. your teeth catch on tear-stained silk every time the pleasure grows impossible to bear. and yes, you have to admit that it’s getting harder to breathe.

but it feels so good, you forget to care.

“kitten,” sylus groans out from somewhere above you. “if you keep squeezing me like that… this will be over sooner than you think.”

all you can do in response is whine and grind yourself back against him, forcing him deeper until you damn near feel him in your womb.

his grip on your waist tightens, fingers leaving indents in the pliant flesh.

“you’re determined to push every single one of my buttons tonight, aren’t you?” his voice never wavers, though it takes on a new timbre.

your back arches a little deeper. you try to mumble out a response — really, you do — but the only thing you can manage is a choked-out sob into the pillow. the sound vaguely resembles his name.

the obscene squelch of your cunt and the heady smell of sex permeate the air. combined with the considerable lack of oxygen in your lungs, the whole situation is making you feel somewhat dizzy.

another hard thrust drives his tip just below your cervix, and the cry you let out turns your throat raw. you claw desperately at silken sheets, scrabbling for purchase. part of you wishes your nails were raking down sylus’s back instead.

he leans down until you feel the hard planes of his chest against your shoulder blades. his breath is hot as it fans enticingly over the shell of your ear.

“that’s it, sweetie,” he all but growls, “take it. all of it.”

your jaw goes slack as you keen.

before you realize what’s happening, one of his hands is sliding down your body — from your waist to your front, right where your pelvis is canted up at an angle and away from the mattress beneath you. the tips of his fingers trace the curve of your stomach. they linger just below your bellybutton, applying the slightest pressure until—

there.

he feels it. the slight swell that protrudes from your tummy every time he surges forward. his palm flattens over the area. partially for support, keeping you upright, but mostly just to feel the physical evidence of his size and what it does to your body.

a strangled whimper escapes your throat.

you’re getting close. you can feel it. the tightening in your core, the way your pussy squeezes around him like it’s trying to suck him in even deeper.

sylus feels it, too.

you barely have time to process the momentary high before you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure wracking through your body like a tidal wave.

the noise that falls from your lips is strangled and undignified, voice cracking into something unrecognizable as your own.

you don’t register the sudden rush of air that hits your lungs until it’s too late.

the pillow is no longer pressed against your face. silk is no longer clenched between your teeth.

instead, a fistful of your hair is tugging at your scalp, held up by sylus’s hand. the other is still at your stomach, helping to hold you upright.

you can’t see it, but sylus has that signature devilish smirk of his painted across his infuriatingly handsome face.

“there we go. that’s what i wanted to hear,” he says, sounding much too smug for his own good. “now, i want you to do it again.”

sometimes you wonder how your loving boyfriend can be so damn mean.

caleb is unbelievably sweet in all other aspects of your relationship. seriously, he checks every box. he cooks, he cleans, brings home flowers, opens the car door, pays for all your dates, lavishes you with all the love and affection you could ever want or ask for… et cetera, et cetera, so on and so forth. all of it. the works. he’s at your beck and call.

but right now, he’s fucking you like he hates you. he’s got your legs hooked over his hips, knees locked around his waist and ankles crossed at his back. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping hole like he’s trying to drill his way up into your stomach.

not that it’s a bad thing, of course. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

but he’s making it really hard to stay quiet.

your teeth sink into his shoulder. it’s the only way you can think to muffle the needy whine that almost falls from your lips.

caleb grunts in pain. or it could have been a low moan of satisfaction. you wouldn’t put it past the masochist in him. and you’d hardly be able to tell the difference, anyway, since it feels like your head is stuffed with cotton.

he slams into you again, and you bite down a little harder. if you were anywhere near coherency, you’d probably be afraid of breaking skin. not that he cares if you do.

his hands are clenched into tight fists, biceps flexing on either side of your head as he digs his nails into his palms. it’s all he can do to ground himself — and to keep from cumming too fast, but that’s a secret that will stay with him.

his chest is flush against yours. he can practically feel every breath you take, the thrumming of your heart against his own… and, of course, the soft curve of your breasts, the tantalizing way they slide and bounce with every move.

admittedly, the latter is taking up a large portion of his attention.

your entire body jolts with every roll of his hips. you’re pretty sure you’re drooling against his shoulder.

it’s not enough for caleb. he's greedy. he wants more.

he wants to see your face. he wants to see your pretty little fucked-out expression, with your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolling out of your slack-jawed mouth. but that would require separation. pulling his sticky, sweat-slicked skin away from yours. drawing back from the heat of your body. and he doesn’t want that. oh, no. that's the last thing he wants.

he supposes that some sacrifices must be made.

so he squeezes his eyes shut, lest he succumb to the temptation. and then, he picks up speed.

the sudden change in pace almost breaks you. the whine catches in your throat.

he notices.

“c’mon, pips…” he’s panting like a dog. “i know you can— fuck— g-give it to me… i want to hear that pretty lil’ voice.”

your nails scratch at his arms, as if in protest of his words. you shake your head weakly. he chuckles, the sound dark and throaty and laced with danger.

“aww, don’t be embarrassed. i— ah, i like it when you get loud.”

caleb knows you like the back of his hand. every thrust is full of intention, the angle of his hips precise. it has sparks exploding across your vision and a moan on the tip of your tongue.

“you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you clenchin’…”

your pussy lets out a lewd, slick sound in response, answering his question for you.

“that’s right, baby,” he groans. “tell me how much you love my cock.”

you’re pretty sure he isn’t even talking to you anymore.

your head falls away from the junction of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing along his jawline. you inhale deeply, and the scent of his skin fills your lungs.

“caleb,” you slur, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “please— hck! w-wanna cum…”

you can almost hear the wicked grin in his voice as he responds.

“hmmm… i dunno, pips,” he says, pretending to mull it over. his pelvis grinds over your clit, and you sob.

“maybe if you say it louder, i’ll consider it.”

final remarks: phew, baby's first smut fic posted to the big tumblr dot com. ngl i think i did xavier kinda dirty here, his portion had the shortest wc at 507 :(

“n-no. it looks good.” the throb building in your core undermines your brain’s processing power. “you look good. there’s nothing to change.”

humming, he continues his lazy strokes, his bulbous tip reddening by the second. “you like it, then? i’m so glad. it’s all for you, you know. no one else.”

your mouth is so dry, it feels like swallowing sand. 

“what do you think it'll feel like?”

the question makes you freeze, sending a million little glitches sparking through your nerves. “um…good?” 

“‘good’ again, huh? is that all you can say? you know you can be more descriptive than that.” he twists his hand around his shaft and groans. “come on, try again. don’t go dumb on me. when i’m inside you, so deep you can't tell where you end and i begin…what do you think it’ll feel like?”

time stands still. does he really want you to answer? what should you even say? 

though your phone is perched in your lap, he still finds a way to look down at you. his top lip curls in the beginnings of a mean sneer, and his stormy eyes narrow expectantly. 

“big,” you whisper. it’s the first thing that comes to mind. “heavy. like i’ll have nowhere to go as long as you’re there.”

he moans his approval, and forewarnings of his release trail out in thin, translucent streams. “yeah? keep going. what else?”

you go to speak again, but a sudden pang shoots straight through your core, making you gasp. in the background, you hear his quiet chuckle. 

after a moment's recovery, you try again: “hot. really, really hot.” swallowing thickly, you squeeze your thighs together. “so hot inside me, i’ll try to pull back—to cool off—but you won’t let me. you’ll keep me there, and you’ll kiss me, and it’ll just get worse.”

he throws his head back with a breathy moan, colonel cap falling down the back of his pilot’s seat. gradually, his hand comes to a halt, but he hasn't truly finished yet. with the way his length stands proudly on the screen, straining and swollen from all of his teasing, that much is clear. 

as his eyes nail you in place through the camera, you get the foreboding feeling that he's saving his release for your reunion.