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hearing the pitter patter of barefoot your head turned, eyes immediately zeroing in your naked girlfriends boobs. "i'm not even going to respond to that." she said as she stood in front of the vanity mirror, hands wringing out her short hair.

"whatever you say." you mumble, eyes slowly moving down her body, fingers twitching as you mapped out each curve and bump that graced her body. you didn't even care if you got caught, why would you? sylus was sexy as fuck and she knew it.

sylus draped the towel across the back of the chair and turned around, red eyes taking you in and a small smile on her lips. you had to bite back a groan at the side of her bare mound. slowly making her way towards you, you finally tore your eyes away, meeting hers and sitting up, legs hanging off the bed as you sat straight.

she came to a stop, long arms wrapping around your neck as yours came to her hips, thumbs rubbing circles against the smooth skin. "something you like kitten?" her words were like a purr as her long fingers came to your hair, twirling the strands around as you rested your chin on her stomach.

"mmm yeah.." your lips pressed feather light kisses against her stomach, up and up until you reached her boobs. she leaned down slightly, your kisses moved onward until you were buried between the squishy fat. "love these."

sylus hummed and let you nuzzle into her boobs, enjoying the small little nips you placed around the fat before she gently pulled you away. her skin was still warm from the shower, the natural scent of her body wash making your head spin as her bigger body pressed against yours.

"is that all you love about me hm?"

with a cheeky smile your hands moved, grabbing handfuls of her butt before you landed a harsh slap against one cheek. sylus jerked into you, pupils dilating at the sharp sting on her backside. "'course not, i also love this." you jiggled the globes of her ass before letting them fall back into place, gaze still on hers.

"well, since you love my chest so much.." hands pushed against your shoulders, forcing you back and against the mattress as she crawled on top of you. you followed with ease, slowly crawling back until you were in the middle of the bed, legs automatically spread to fit her weight.

"why don't we have some fun~"

your teeth dug into your lip, eager hands helping sylus strip you of your clothes until you were naked. goosebumps erupted across your skin as you watched her look you up and down, pure lust in her eyes as she took you all in. sylus didn't need to tell you to move you did it on your own, one leg hooking over her shoulder and the other spreading far, baring your leaky cunt to her predatory gaze.

"good girl~ you must be so pent up hmm?" her breath was warm against your skin as she leaned the side your leg was over into you, getting as close to your skin as she could. your hand slid down your body slowly before you felt the slight hair of your cunt against your palm, fingers dipping in ever so slightly into your arousal.

a soft moan escaped your lips as you spread the wetness around, giving your clit tight little circles before removing your hand. the look in sylus's eyes had you clenching around nothing, heat stirring inside your belly. "all of this just because you saw me naked? i'm quite flattered kitten, honestly."

your knee nudged against her. "you should be. i can't help but get turned on when my girlfriend is so fucking sexy." you whined playfully. sylus chuckled and pressed a lazy kiss against your thigh, nose nuzzling into you. "i'm unsure if i should be embarrassed by how easy i am or not."

sylus hummed, teeth biting at the soft skin. "you should never feel embarrassed by that, in fact you should be greedier." you swear she growled that, her intense words sending a shiver down your spine. "i know i am. i want you, all of you in every way you can give me." she slapped a sloppy kiss against you. "you think you're the only one? kitten i'm dripping for you right now— can feel it making a mess on my thighs."

sitting up as best as you can, you slid a hand from her shoulder down her back, following the curve of her body as she moved herself in a way you could reach easier. her back arching, your hand continued before you made contact with her cunt, two fingers easily slipping inside with a lewd squelch! the warmth of her heat making your moan mix with hers.

her cunt sucked you in hungrily- no, greedily, folds spreading around the girth of your fingers and being noisy as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. sylus moaned deeply, almost falling forward but catching herself, mouth hovering right above your cunt.

"fuck angel, you sound so good, so needy for me."

sylus mumbled an "uh huh" as you pumped your fingers a few more times before pulling out, immediately spreading them apart to watch her slick connect in thick strands. breathing heavily sylus leaned back, watching as you brought your arousal coated fingers to your cunt and smearing your wetness together.

"you're trouble." sylus groaned with a smirk, licking at your messy fingers before lightly smacking your hand away. you let her, leaning against your elbows as you watched her. she adjusted until her chest was level with your cunt, one big hand coming to grab at her boob, holding it firmly before leaning in. your breath held with anticipation, thighs tensing slightly.

the first contact had your breath escaping in a breathy gasp, jaw hanging open a little. the sensation was strange yet good— the point of her nipple brushing against your oversensitive clit, a small yet intriguing pleasure. she moved her boob up and down, your arousal coating her boob and making the smooth skin glossy.

"feels good?" her eyes cut to yours, gauging your reaction. nodding frantically, your soft moans turned louder as she focused her nipple against your clit. somehow the perked but felt good, catching just right onto your clit and rubbing it in circles. your hips started to buck up when they were forced down.

"tsk, you should know better than that kitten. tell me how good it feels."

"yes! feels so good sy~" your lips pursed in a pout and she seemed in thought before letting up, your hips immediately moving to hump against her nipple. she cooed at your eagerness, free hand rubbing against your stomach in soothing rubs. "didn't know this-ngh could feel so good."

sylus watched with a proud look as you took your pleasure, humping against her with soft plap plap plaps. sweat gathered across your hairline, thighs tense to aid you on your journey but she knew you'd need more tonight, knew how to get you to cum. a shocked moan ripped through you as your cunt felt a welcome intrusion. much like her, you sucked in her fingers with ease, arousal leaking down her fingers.

"fffuck! curl them, curl-yes! right there!"

your stomach tightened as her long fingers pounded against your sweet spot over and over again. each grind of your hips had you fucking down onto her fingers, keeping her buried to the hilt inside of you. sylus moaned with you, teeth digging into the inside of your thigh making your legs twitch, threatening to close against her.

"doing so good for me kitten, humping me like you're in heat." her fingers sped up to match your hips, helping you desperately chase your impending orgasm. her boob was soaked, glistening and making her cunt tighten around nothing. "go on, cum for me. cum from fucking your girlfriends nipple like the naughty girl you are."

as if hypnotized you found your orgasm crashing down on you, walls clamping down on her fingers and hips stuttering. they struggled to keep their rhythm, one, two sloppy humps before you melted into the mattress. you whined softly as sylus continued pumping her fingers, cunt trying to keep her inside as she slowly pulled her fingers out with a soft noise.

you watched as she brought her fingers into her mouth, bobbing her head as she sucked your release off of them. your hips twitched slightly, hand coming to grab her free one. and then she did something you didn't expect— with her wet hand she grabbed at the breast she used to fuck you with, lifting the heavy fat up to her mouth and—

"you're gonna fucking kill me."

her long tongue swirled around her glistening boob, lapping against her own nipple before her plush lips wrapped around it. her eyes were locked onto yours, watching as you squirmed at her actions. you felt more arousal leak from your cunt and down your ass and you sat up. sylus pulled away with a loud pop, nipple puffy and red and shiny from wet.

"taste good kitten."

she smirked at you as she let her boob fall. your other hand moved between her legs and you delivered a swift smack against her cunt, fingers growing wet as her hips pushed against them in surprise. "i don't think it's fair i was the only one who got to cum.." you purred, burying your fingers deep inside of her and lazily thrusting them.

sylus clung to your shoulders, forehead falling against yours and lips brushing together. "y-yeah? what are you going to do about it then?" she panted against your mouth. you sucked her bottom lip before pulling your fingers out, ignoring her quiet groan and urging her to climb higher onto your body. you laid back down, guiding her hips until she was lined up with your boob.

Bass thumped from inside the sleek, club venue. As you walked inside, the lobby was low-lit, adorned with velvet lined booths and private tables. Yours was reserved right at the edge of the main stage. Behind it was a giant LED screen, glowing with the night’s line up. ‘Sylus: The Silver Fiend’ was the first performer. Tara brought a tray of shots from the bar and you felt your stomach churn at the scent of overly expensive vodka. “Cheers, to the birthday girl! Thirty and thriving!,” she cheered, clinking the glasses together before tossing hers back. The liquor burned as it went down, you winced at its strength, chasing it with a sip of pineapple juice. “I heard this guy’s the hottest dancer here. I had to get you front row seats,” Simone said just as the lights began to dim. The entire lounge roared with excitement, chanting the name ‘Sylus’ repeatedly.

You turned your attention to the stage, heart fluttering as a slow, sensual song blared through the speakers. A tall, broad man stepped out from the curtains, dressed head to toe in leather and sleek riding boots. His hair was a silvery-white, perfectly tousled and catching the multicolored lights above him. He looked over the crowd, a confident smirk on his lips. “Give it up for the fiend, ladies!,” the DJ exclaimed, followed by an outpouring of screams. Sylus slowly turned his back to the crowd, rolling his shoulders—letting his leather jacket fall to the floor. His back was wide and sculpted, carved by the gods themselves. Your eyes couldn’t stop from dragging down to his narrow waist. He looked over one shoulder, directly at you. His eyes were sharp, sensual and a deep shade of crimson. Sylus rolled his body hypnotically, hands roaming over muscle before resting on the belt loops of his pants.

God, his fingers were long, hands large and vascular. You squirmed as he dragged the zipper down, lip caught in your teeth. Yeah, maybe this night was going to be a lot better than you thought. He took his time sauntering around the stage, sliding to his knees, letting groups of women run their hands down his abdomen. Something stirred inside you then, jealousy perhaps? It faded when his eyes found you again, raking over your entire frame. You clutched the dollar bills in your hand, heart a fluttering mess as he approached. His cologne hit your senses first, woody and spiced—then he knelt down and held your chin between his fingers. “What are we celebrating tonight, Kitten?,” he purred, “love the dress.” The warmth deepened across your cheeks, words stuck in your throat. “Mm, don’t be shy, now…,” he chided, taking your wrist in his hand. Your fingers glided down his chest and abdomen, stopping short of his unbuttoned pants.

A surge of heat filled the space between you, time seemed to pause as you took the hand clutching a fistful of money, tucking it into Sylus’s waistband. He chuckled, it was the most attractive sound you’d ever heard. “Such a generous tipper..,” he jumped down from the stage, pushing your legs apart with his knee. The dancer contorted his body like a serpent, letting you touch him while he guided your hands. Your girlfriends were in shock, eyes bulging as they watched the scene before them. Sylus’s gaze never left yours, in fact, he couldn’t care less if anyone else was in the room. He braced one hand on the booth, mouth lowered to your ear.

“When this song is over, care to join me for a private dance?”

Your mouth watered, almost choking on the excess spit as you swallowed. Sylus held your chin for the second time, running a thumb over your lips. “Is that okay, Sweetie?”

“I—didn’t pay for that.”

“Ssshh, it’s on the house. I’d really love your company. Just you and me…,” he mused, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You looked to your friends, seeking some kind of approval. They responded wordlessly but their frantic nods said enough. Sylus’s song faded out as the next performer took the stage, he waited eagerly for you to join him, hand outstretched.

His grip was secure, yet gentle—your fingers interlaced perfectly. Before guiding you to the vip suites, Sylus bid your friends farewell. “Ladies, please enjoy the rest of the show,” he pulled an unlimited drink card from his pocket and slid it to the girls. “And drink responsibly.”

Why you? You pondered, stepping through a beaded curtain that lead to a private room. Sylus held the door open, “after you.” As it clicked shut, your ears twitched and heart pounded. The space was tinted by red LED lights, setting an incredibly intimate tone. He lead you to a satin lined chaise, encouraging you to relax. Slow tempo music hummed from the speakers, you found yourself idly swaying to the sound. Sylus towered over you, following your rhythm. “Let’s pick up where we left off. Eyes on me, Kitten…” His fingers rested at the waist of his leather pants, sliding them lower and lower—hips rotating agonizingly close. You toyed with the hem of your dress, palms clammy…panties…clinging more than you’d expect. “I like the way your eyes look right now…,” Sylus purred, stepping out from the trousers pooled at his feet. Now he stood before you, practically bare, only wearing skin tight briefs.

“You can touch me, Sweetie. Wherever you want,” he insisted.

“Can you…kneel down for me—please?”

Sylus quirked an eyebrow but obeyed nonetheless. You held his face in your hands, thumbs grazing his cheeks, taking in every sharp feature. He was truly a stunning man, unique in his beauty, looking like he could live in another time. “I like your eyes too…,” you murmured, your touch feathering down the planes of his throat. “They’re like gems, beautiful...” This was, well, different for Sylus—unexpected. Normally his private clients couldn’t get enough of his biceps or abs, the obvious bulge beneath his shorts. Still, he never allowed them to explore below the belt. You left the man speechless, yet wanting so much more. “Your words are dripping in honey,” he breathed, hands falling to your waist.

“I wonder if the rest of you is just as sweet…”

With your faces just inches apart, you could taste the mint on his breath, feel it fan across your shoulders. ‘I want to know you. Memorize every last detail. Taste you…but…not yet’, Sylus thought. He sighed, reluctantly pulling away. You were reeling from the tension that suddenly snapped like a rubber band. The warmth from his hands still scalded your skin, like a cruel reminder they didn’t stay, didn’t strip away the only barrier of fabric keeping you from getting closer. “Sorry, pet. Times up.”

Your body slumped heavily against the chaise, not at all sated. You watched Sylus redress before he extended his hand. “Come now, I’ll return you to your friends,” he said, soft, his lips curling up slightly. Simone and Tara were happy as clams, surrounded by a group of male dancers—dollar bills tossed and drinks spilling over their glasses. You felt Sylus's breath on your ear as he leaned in to speak, “when I see you again, it won’t be in this smokey club,” he opened your palm, sliding a business card into it before closing your fingers. “Let me know when you’re home safe, please?” All you could do was nod, still left in disbelief. Then when you turned to say goodbye, all that was left was his lingering warmth.

The ride back to your apartment was full of chatter, your friends asking twenty questions at one million miles per hour. “He…gave me his number, said he wants to see me again…to text him when I’m home safe.” You looked up from the card in your hand, meeting two sets of wide eyes and slacked jaws. “So? Are you going to?,” they echoed. A shy grin spread across your lips, cheeks searing hot. “I–you think I should? I really want to.” They nodded frantically in unison, “if you don’t, you’re crazy,” Simone said. “He was so into you!,” Tara added. Of course, it was all a part of the act. To make women swoon and fall over themselves so they’d tuck more money in his briefs. When you left, did he take anyone else back to that room? Say the same saccharine words? Secretly, selfishly, you hoped not.

The warmth and indents of his fingers still haunted your flesh. You swore you could still taste his breath. Mint, lingering from the remnants of gum or a lozenge and something warmer…maybe a swig of brown liquor? Regardless, you wanted more—punching his number into your contact list.

🐱–“Hey it’s me, thank you for a fun night. Wasn’t planning on celebrating my birthday and…”

You stared at the forming paragraph, thinking it’d be too much. Erasing it almost completely as you sent something simpler.

🐱–“Made it home, had fun tonight. Thank you.”

Before your phone could settle on the nightstand, it vibrated to life, Sylus’s contact name lighting up the screen.

🪶–“Of course, Kitten. So, when can I see you again?”

Your heart flickered, beating like a drum in your chest. Several minutes passed, thumbs hovering over the glowing screen. Too many minutes, it seemed. Because your phone began to ring. What you didn’t know about Sylus was that this stripper gig wasn’t his real job. He could get his hands on anything or one he wanted with a simple snap of his fingers. You happened to be that want—no, a need. Something ancient stirred in his soul when his gaze fell on you from that stage and he couldn’t just let you slip away. But, he wanted it to be a true connection, wanted you to be willing to see past the dollar bills and neon lights. Wanted you to see him beyond bare skin and lustful stares.

“H-hello?,” you almost whispered, pressing the phone to your ear. “Perhaps I’m not being forward enough.” His voice was much deeper, rougher with need. “I want to see you again…and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. Do you understand?” “I…yeah, I do,” you murmured.

“Good. Very good,” you could hear the smile on his lips, feel warmth bleed through the speaker as he spoke. “Let me take you out on a proper date. Away from all that depravity you saw tonight.” You nodded as if he could see you, but flinched at his words when he spoke again. “Speak, Miss kitty. I need a ‘yes’,” he soothed, his voice coming through to stroke the length of your spine.

“Where do you wanna take me?”

He chuckled, then let out a long sigh. “Check your messages, sweetie.”

Before you could respond the call dropped and a text came through. An address. A time. What to wear. The restaurant sounded familiar, you thought. It’s because that was the most impossible place to reserve in the whole city.

🐱- “no offense, but…how can you afford to book a reservation here?” You could almost hear that familiar chuckle as his text lit your screen.

🪶- “none taken and not with money from my waistband, I can assure you.”

🪶- “I’m looking forward to seeing you, get some rest.”

—

Sylus placed his phone on the nightstand, a deep gust of wind blew from his lips. He walked slowly to the floor to ceiling windows of his high-rise condo, gaze flicking back and forth across the busy city below. Linkon wasn’t his home, nowhere was, really. Not when you live a life as dangerous as his. Being a male dancer was a cover, something he could snatch easily with his looks and charm alone.

But would you accept him, the most honest version. Someone who rules over a concrete kingdom, someone that takes lives. Only the ones that deserve it, yet—.

Sylus was prepared for the sour taste it could leave in your mouth. Used to being called a monster. A villain. Did he deserve your softness, your attention?

It’s not as if the leader of Onychinus expected a warm and affectionate welcome.

———

That was how you remembered him though, warm. Soft spoken. As the weeks went by, you couldn’t wait to see those pools of ruby red. Smell the musk off his skin. Hear the depth in his voice in person instead of through phone calls.

See him in a different light.

Candlelight made him look soft, romantic, golden as it illuminated his face. You stared at him more than the menu in your hands.

“Have you decided on something?,” he asked, smiling earnestly.

“I—well, I like seafood a lot. There’s just so much to choose from. The salmon…or no, maybe lobster…?”

Sylus watched you over the rim of his wine glass, letting the red liquid slither down his throat.

“Why not both?,” he offered, without a hint of hesitation.

“You’re serious?,” you rasped.

This was the most extravagant date you had ever been on, with a man that just a month earlier danced practically nude in your lap. You kept questioning if this was real, if you were truly sitting across from a stranger with white hair and red eyes.

“Please, get both,” his voice was gentler, earnest.

“Okay then, both it is.”

“Excellent.”

When Sylus looked at you, his gaze wasn’t stained with lust, but something much more reverent. He didn’t interrupt when you spoke about your hobbies, dealbreakers or that movie that changed your life in high school. In fact, he sank his chin into his palm, head tilted and lips wearing the most handsome grin. You were his best company he’d had in a long time.

There was a brief moment of silence between you after your waitress left the room, one that you decided to fill. “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself, why don’t you go?” Sylus chuckled, finishing the last of his wine. “What would you like to know, Kitten?” Plenty of simple, generic questions floated around in your head, but Sylus didn’t seem like a simple man.

“Why me? Why the private dance, the texting…this date? It’s just—not something I’m used to.”

“You should be,” he replied, unraveling the silverware from its cloth napkin. “You’re not a simple woman. There’s a depth to you I’m sure you’re aware of, yet refuse to acknowledge.” Sylus folded the napkin in his lap and topped off both glasses of wine. “You didn’t want to be in that club, did you?”

“Well—,” not exactly, not until you met him.

“I suppose we might not have ever met in that case,” he murmured, stroking his chin.

“You made me want to stay.”

Sylus froze, body stiff from your confession. He didn’t speak, he wanted you to continue, so he politely nodded. “I don’t think you wanted to be there either—I mean—you’re very good at what you do, but…,” your gaze fell, pulse thrumming. “It’s almost like it’s a cover for something.”

Now his heart was racing, in that moment Sylus felt like he was made of glass, effortlessly read.

“Perhaps it is.”

Just as the conversation was beginning to get interesting, your meals were placed before you. Admittedly, with the way your empty stomach growled, this was worth the interruption and you savored every single bite. Sylus watched you with a pleased expression, as if he adored the sight of your indulgence—and he did. What he especially loved was that your pleasure, even a simple meal, was provided by his hand—and platinum card.

Sylus insisted on walking you home, noticing the rosy glow to your cheeks from one too many glasses of wine. "Honestly, I'm fine...I can just take a taxi. I don't wanna be a burden." He stared at you, puzzled, head tilted to one side. "Sweetie, I asked you to be in my presence, it's the least I could do." There was a beat of silence before he spoke once more, "and..besides, I'm not ready for your absence just yet." His confession left you feeling unsteady on your feet. "My apartment is just a few miles north of here," you uttered. "Perfect, it would ease my mind to know you made it safely."

"Do you always do that?," you asked, a bit slurred.

"Do what?"

"Say all this sweet shit on first dates?"

The words spilled out messily before you could stop yourself. Sylus rested his arm around your shoulder, standing on the outer edge of the sidewalk. He didn't seem scorned by your slip up, in fact, that familiar chuckle rose from his throat instead. "Is that what you think I've been doing all night?," he asked. "Are you so unused to compliments that you think I would waste your time and mine saying them?" You had no rebuttal. The two of you walked at a leisurely pace, his gait was measured, confident. Now it was your turn to speak, "I guess...I just assumed you're used to flattery...with your job."

"Ah."

An apology was rising in your chest, hot and stinging like bile. The silence from Sylus was not from offense, but him carefully choosing what to say next.

"I speak to you 'sweetly' because that is what I think you deserve. Is that acceptable?"

It was darker now and the street lamps began to light one by one. You could feel Sylus's gaze on you, hear his even breath. "I...suppose that's okay." The outline of your apartment complex came into view and a part of you wished the walk would have lasted a little longer. "Which floor?," he asked as you approached the elevator near the entrance.

"Oh, um. Third."

The night had finally come to an end and you still felt like there was more to know about this incredibly mysterious man. He watched you walk to your door, turn the lock and step inside. "Thank you...for dinner, and walking me home. But wait– you're not going to walk all the way back are you?" Sylus smirked, "are you worried about me, pet? I think I'll survive." You frowned, and in this moment you truly looked like a stubborn kitten, making him chuckle. "Sylus, I'm serious-."

"Can I see you again?"

You blinked, your mouth opened and shut as words tried to form.

"There's just... something more about me I haven't had the chance to share."

"...why don't you just come inside?" It was late, you knew that and so did he. At this point, did the time really matter when he stepped inside and closed the door behind him? Did the fact that you had work in the morning matter as you watched him toe off each shoe and follow you to the couch. No. Not really. Not when you wanted more.

"Your home is...quaint," he mumbled, sinking into the cushion beside you. "It's nothing fancy, but I'm happy to have somewhere to go every night." Despite letting someone you truly didn't know into your home, this felt different. The air wasn't charged, you didn't feel cramped or trapped. Sylus brought a calm air that hadn't surrounded you in quite some time. He was close again, this felt far more intimate than your private dance somehow. Yet, there were more barriers now, down to the clothing you wore, more to tear away. You still felt that prickle beneath your skin, and urge to have him touch you, but wouldn't he have done that already if his mind was in the same place?

"I wont keep you up much longer...," he started, clasping his hands into his lap. For the first time since your introduction, Sylus wore an expression that seemed...vulnerable. You nodded, adjusting your weight into the couch. "You're right about dancing being a cover. And while I'm happy to have entertained you that night, it's not where I'll remain for the foreseeable future."

"Okay..."

"Will you disappear, then?," you asked. Why were you so concerned? You didn't know anything besides his name and what little he shared in the month you’ve gotten to know each other.

"Sometimes. The organization doesn't exactly have a set schedule."

Your brows knitted with confusion, "Sylus, who exactly are you?"

Silence fell over the room, heavier this time, like gravity had walked in and announced itself. Sylus stood, "you've heard of Onychinus, yes?" The name was faintly familiar, a blur in the back of your mind. Maybe said in passing from your friends who were Hunters. You only had you a small peak into the depth of their missions, which were kept heavily anonymous. They never gave a name though, not a single inkling of what this 'dangerous mob boss' might look or sound like. One detail that didn't go unnoticed was the fact that no matter how many illegal business deals occurred, civilians were never harmed in the process. Only his competition. Often times, Sylus would get his hands on the goods and be on his way, never leaving a trail behind.

"Briefly."

He cleared his throat, "well, I'm the leader." A mix of emotions flooded you. Shock, disbelief, an ounce of intrigue—Onychinus was a crime ring, one that has never been easy to track, including the man in charge. That man was in your apartment, yet you still didn't want him to leave. "So, then...are you going to have to kill me if I say anything?" Sylus made a sound in response, a scoff that blended into a laugh.

"You wont."

"But, I would understand if you never wanted to see me again. I'm a bad man, you know."

"Something tells me you don't believe you are." You sat up, inching closer to him, his eyes flickered, but he didn't move back. "I don't think a 'bad man' would tell someone that he enjoys travel, learning new languages, or feeding stray cats every Sunday night." His weight shifted, the coiled restraint in his rigid posture softening the more you spoke. "If you truly wanted to get rid of me...wouldn't you have done it by now?"

"That's isn't-"

"Sylus. I'm not afraid of you. I don't exactly know how you got into that role. Protocore and weapon trades, business deals–it's all foreign to me.” You reached for his hand, it dwarfed yours in comparison, his palm rough and calloused. "But you can't just disappear when you waltzed your way into my life…and certainly not after dropping a bomb like that."

He looked down at your intertwined hands, "I want you to be the one to decide, then."

"Decide what?"

His hand slipped from yours.

"What happens after tonight."

A chill ran down your spine, "what do you want to happen?" The space between you opened slightly as Sylus drew himself back. "I only wish you allow me to get to know you properly. No rushing into things, no regrets." Sylus turned to the door, you watched the dent in the cushion disappear where his weight once was. "I don't want to be reckless, not with you. However, I can't seem to sever this...linkage that draws me in, that makes me want more." His hand was on the doorknob now, your eyes traced the edge of his profile as he looked over his shoulder, "what's wrong with that?"

There was an invisible force Sylus couldn't ignore since the day he laid eyes on you and should you accept him, he would be willingly bound.

"I suppose, the fear that the want is one sided." He stood in the doorway for just a second longer, his back turned completely. "Good night, Sweetie."

The door clicked shut and you expelled a deep, shuddered breath. His heavy footfall disappeared down the hall, followed by the faint 'ding' of the elevator door. An ache grew behind your ribs, it felt empty, like a hole had been punched through your chest. The first thing you did was reach for your phone.

🐱–"Please don't disappear on me."

———

His keys hit the entryway table with a thud, the condo was quiet save for his footsteps as he padded to the bathroom—the thoughts clattering against his skull were migraine inducing. Sylus stood beneath the shower's stream, letting the hot water run over his closed eyes. Maybe the heat would balm the throbbing in his head. His hand balled into a fist, then unfurled. He could still feel your touch, the softness of your skin. You smelled like the same perfume you wore the night of your birthday, yet something else lingered behind it, something richer. The scent burned in his nostrils, but he didn't mind the sting. What troubled him the most was the look on your face when he turned to leave. The confusion because maybe you wanted him to stay, the quiver in your lips when his drew back. But for your safety, for now at least, becoming invisible was his only choice.

🪶– "Get some sleep, Kitten."

But you couldn't. Tossing and turning, you ruminated endlessly on what happened earlier that evening. How close he was, again, only to pull away. Sylus mentioned a 'linkage' that kept him drawn to you, yet you couldn't help but feel like there was a canyon dug between you both. Would you have to be the one to lay the foundation, to build the bridge leading to something more tangible? Weeks went by before you heard from Sylus again. He became impossible to get a hold of and you began to wonder if it was deliberate. This felt familiar, a man pours himself out to you, you show interest and then he disappears. That sad, empty sensation in your chest fizzled into heat. An anger so scorching it burned a hole in your chest. Because he wasn't supposed to be the same as every other man, you knew his character—or so you thought. He admitted too much and too soon to be this avoidant and you weren't about to chase him.

———

Three whole months had passed, not that you were counting. There was a chill in the evening air, it made you wrap your arms around yourself as you approached the night club. A combination of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume and alcohol filled your nostrils. Tara and Simone were already inside waiting. They waved you over to the bar, greeting you with smiles and hugs. "I can't believe he just ghosted you like that!," Tara exclaimed, sliding a drink across the bar top. It smelled strong, after just one sip your body felt numb and for now that was better than aching. "Let's...not even talk about that, it's not like it hasn't happened before," you mumbled. But tonight wasn't about wallowing, so you tossed back the fiery liquid, enduring the burn–leaving only a few ice cubes behind. "Actually, fuck it. I'm gonna go dance."

You eased your way into the crowd, feeling the bass thundering in your chest. The music was just loud enough to flood the insecurities, the inhibitions. You moved at an aimless pace, back and forth, side to side. Your hips swayed and arms rose above your head. Nothing mattered now, not Sylus, not the liquor sloshing in your gut. Neon lights illuminated the dance floor, flashing and flickering wildly. You closed your eyes to dull the blur in your vision, occasionally bumping shoulders with a drunk stranger. You didn't care, finally distracted for the first time in months, so much so that the clammy pair of hands that curled around your hips almost went unnoticed. "Hey, gorgeous," a husky voice sneered, their breath hot against your neck. "Never seen you here before." You turned to see the person behind you, his smile was crooked and the stench of too many beers seeped through his pores. "Yeah, here with friends," you replied flatly, clearly uninterested. "What? You can't have one more?," his face twisted with annoyance, you wanted an excuse to escape.

"She was just leaving."

A familiar roughness and warmth pressed against exposed skin on the small of your back where your top began to ride up. A hand much larger than that creep, who was even angrier now. You recognized this voice, its depth and grit. The scent of him was more appealing, too. Cologne so expensive, it could only belong to one person. "Sylus?" He took your wrist and pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the slurred insults hurled at him in the process. "Why are you here?" Still no answer, but his body was trembling. "Where are my friends?" "They know you're with me." His pace was hurried, as if he was fighting the urge to turn around and give that low life a piece of his mind, or worse. An icy chill hit your face as the two of you burst through the exit and onto the sidewalk. "Sylus, stop!" You ripped your hand away, hugging yourself to brace against the frigid air, trying to conceal every shiver. Sylus paced, his breath leaving in hot, draconian puffs.

"You should have seen the way that scum was gawking at you–smelling like booze and filth–like you were his prey. I had to—."

"I don't even know why you give a fuck," you spat.

His expression fell, slightly wounded. However, the venom that dripped off your tongue didn't stop him from caring as he shook off his jacket and draped it over your trembling frame. A relieved sigh escaped you, the genuine leather trapped heat against your skin almost instantly. "You have every right to be upset, but don't get hypothermia in the process." Sylus curled an arm around you and began to walk. Your mouth betrayed you as a small grin curled at its edges, "thanks...so are you following me now, or something?"

Sylus chuckled, "'or something'...just..tying up loose ends." He wore a softer gaze now, the adrenaline worn off. "I didn't think I'd see you at that awful place, but something told me to go inside. I also wasn't expecting it to hurt this much to be apart." The ice around your heart cracked a fraction, but it was going to take more than a few sweet words to melt the barrier completely. Although, his jacket was very warm, it smelled nice too. Damn, maybe this was working a little bit. "Then why leave at all?"

"Too many prying eyes. I would rather disappear than risk dragging you into my mess." You came to a cross walk, waiting for the light to turn. Several miles and minutes had passed, the signal lights reflected off of puddles, painting the ground in multiple hues. When you finally took in your surroundings, you realized this was the same path home you took months back. Sylus remembered every shortcut and street name, that the lamp outside your apartment complex still needed a new bulb. Someone that wanted to disappear, to forget you for good, wouldn't bother with the details. Or come back at all.

"But if you'll allow it, I'd like to start over." His arm around your shoulder felt heavier, more secure, maybe even a silent claim. It was a sensation you wanted to push further. The alcohol had since left your system, your vision clear and mind firing. You’d address your anger later, even if you hated how your feelings for him were speaking over practicality. This raw, undoubted want was much, much louder.

"On one condition," you said, turning your key in the lock. The warmth returning in your voice was an invitation, as was the tug you gave his arm, pulling him inside. Your living room was lit by a few dim lamps, just enough that you could see Sylus breathing a bit heavier, the crimson shade of his eyes gleaming brighter. You shrugged out of his jacket and sank into that familiar dent in your couch.

"You dance for me, again."

——

Music played off your phone's speaker, the same sensual melody that played all those nights ago. He started with his shoes, toeing out of each one, laces undisturbed. The fluffy carpet absorbed his footsteps as he neared the couch with a leisurely stride. Slender fingers worked at each button of his dress shirt, baring his tanned skin and prominent muscles. You watched the garment fall before letting your eyes drag up the length of his lean torso. There was a vein that ran from his wrist to his bicep, thick and protruding. Thoughts of tracing it with your tongue made you cross your legs so tight they could cramp. Sylus was much closer now, hands resting on his belt. The subtle sway of his hips evolved into a strong, hypnotic rotation. He unclasped the restraint, eyes lidded as he gazed downward.

"Help me," he instructed, low and honeyed.

The leather hissed as you pulled it free, letting it hit the carpet. You had half a mind to reach for his zipper, but stopped before the nerves sent the signal to your hands. Sylus wasn't so shy, dragging it down himself, ensuring you heard the teeth's buzz. There was no time limit now, no friends waiting for you outside the door. Just you, him and the thick rising heat between your bodies. "You know...," Sylus purred, "you're still allowed to touch. I'm in your territory this time." With his consent granted, you smoothed your fingers down his sides, tracing every ridge and valley. A sound escaped him that bordered on a moan and it didn't go unnoticed. Sylus straddled your body, knees on either side, body rolling in slow, agonizing waves. He was a tower so grand and powerful above you, one that you were dying to climb. "Sylus–."

"That night...months ago. I was dishonest, I didn't admit how badly I wanted you. I made you decide where things should go." He stood again, stripping down to nothing but skin tight briefs. "But now, I'm having trouble holding back." Sylus hoisted you into his arms. Your hands splayed across his chest, eyes level, mouths just inches apart. He secured your thighs around his waist.

"Then don't," you exhaled, heart pounding behind your ribs.

There was no hesitation as he leaned in, capturing your bottom lip. The kiss was gentle at first, a peak at his growing desire. Then it deepened as his tongue pushed its way inside your mouth and slid between your teeth. Sylus groaned, his grip on your waist went from tender to bruising. Your bodies fell back on the sofa, with your thighs framing him this time. You sank into his lap and felt the evidence of his need against your core. A hiss ripped from his lips, "patience, Kitten...no need to rush–."

You ground harder, lowering your mouth to his ear, "how do I know you wont leave me again?" His large hand curled around the back of your neck, lips moving to meet yours. "I never want to be without you, I can’t bear it." This kiss tasted different now, reverent, pleading for forgiveness. You whimpered, melting into his embrace, "then show me you'll stay." Sylus flipped your body, caging you against the cushions. His eyes were hazy, face flushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "I will show you every day if I have to." You sighed at the press of his lips on your neck. He trailed them down to your collar bone, one hand slithering up your stomach. "May I?," he asked, toying with the thin strap falling off your shoulder.

"Please."

The fabric tickled as he swept it up and off your torso. His eyes raked over your bare chest, watching the rise and fall of your desperate breath. Sylus palmed your breast, his thumb traced slow circles around your hardening nipple. "So soft...," he admired, lowering his mouth. His tongue was so warm, it lapped and flicked greedily at the bud. "S-Sylus...mmh.." He hummed, giving your other breast equal attention, "more?" You nodded. "Use your words, Kitten."

"Yes, yes I want more."

His mouth descended lower, leaving wet open-mouth kisses on your stomach. Deft fingers dove beneath the waistband of your jeans, "lift your hips." You obeyed, feeling the cool air against your now bare thighs. Sylus lied flat on his stomach, biceps coiling around your legs. He cursed beneath his breath at the sight of the damp stain darkening your panties. "God, look at you..." He pulled them away, humming erotically, "do you know how badly I've wanted to taste you?" Your hands carded through his hair, locking tight around the roots at the first drag of his tongue. "Fuck, Sylus–" His grip became more possessive, face pushing further into your heat. The broad hump of his nose nudged your clit again and again, putting an arch in your spine. Two fingers slid inside and your moans echoed in unison as he pumped at a tortuous pace. You had no idea such pleasure could exist and be given to you so willingly. As if your sounds and taste weren't a gift to Sylus, themselves. A privilege to experience first hand. Every lap and suck was a 'thank you' and this bout of gratefulness had only just begun.

His free hand smoothed over your chest, kneading softly as you continued falling apart against his mouth. "So–mmh–sweet," he groaned, catching the look in your eyes before they rolled back. You could feel his grin curl against your flesh, the breathy chuckle he gave in response to your whines. "What's–ah–so–mmm..funny?," you strained, propping yourself on your elbows. Sylus pulled back, soaked from lips to chin. He kissed a path along your inner thigh, the softness a stark contrast to how greedily he devoured you. "Those sounds...and the look on your face, so cute...," he smiled, fondly this time.

"Now..."

He lowered again, dragging his tongue from entrance to clit.

"Let me make up for lost time."

The reintroduction, the warmth and wetness, made you gasp and squeeze your thighs firmly around his head. The building pressure in your lower belly almost felt foreign after going so long without this kind of pleasure. The kind that blurred your vision and scrambled thoughts that no longer mattered–you almost forgot how angry you were that he left. The louder you moaned, the deeper he dove inside, like oxygen was a second thought. "Let go, Kitten. You've waited so long, held yourself back. I can handle everything you have to give me." He was right, you deserved to be selfish and Sylus's generosity was infinite. It overflowed in the form of praise and stimulation. Heat crawled up your spine before it bowed off the cushions once more and your cries echoed unapologetically. Sylus crashed with you, cushioning your fall with sloppy kisses to your lower lips. He moaned as the taste of you saturated his tongue, "you made such a mess…good girl."

———

It was late again, and as much as you tried to fight the drowsiness, exhaustion won. You remembered the soft kiss to your temple, your body suddenly floating off the couch and the familiar hug of your mattress. Sylus sat at its edge, watching the rise and fall of your chest. His hand ran down the length of your hair, curling the ends around his fingertip. "You're falling asleep," he soothed. You said something, grumbly and muffled by a mountain of pillows. He chuckled quietly, "what was that?" "Didn't do anything...to you...," you sighed. His brow furrowed, "Kitten..."

"I wanted to.."

His gaze softened, that pouty kitten expression he adored was all he needed. "You don't owe me anything, I'm perfectly satisfied."

"Mm...but you'll stay, right?"

That question was answered the next morning. The normally empty space beside you was sunken down by a new weight. Steady breath blew against the back of your neck and a pair of arms were around your waist. "Sylus?," you asked, voice edged with sleep.

"Mm?"

"Nothing, just...making sure I wasn't dreaming." You turned to face him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like a slow morning, a warm musk that had you chasing the scent. “I never go back on a promise,” he said, you liked his voice when it was raw with sleep. Sylus tightened his embrace, kissing your forehead, letting his lips linger before pulling away. “More,” you hummed drowsily. “Sorry?,” he huffed, but with a grin on his face.

“More kisses, now preferably.”

He couldn’t deny such a demand, pressing his lips anywhere they could touch. Your mouth searched for his. When you finally kissed, it was savored slowly, without a care for morning breath. Sylus pulled your bodies flush, groaning low when your leg swung over his hip. You could feel his growing erection, and he wasn’t trying to keep it from you this time.

“Mmh, Sy…”

“Yes?”

Your hand slipped from his hair, dragging down his chest and abdomen before palming the bulge.

“I want this too, please.”

His fingers laced around your wrist, “behave, I’ll give it to you.” The sound of thin fabric dragging down skin filled your ears and the calm, sleepy pulse in your chest grew feverish. Sylus was finally pulled free, warm and resting against your still clothed self. The heat radiated through your underwear, you could feel a prominent vein with the smallest shift of his hips. You moaned quietly to yourself, pushing the garment down and off your ankles. Sylus hissed when he felt how ready you were. “So wet,” he groaned, sliding his cock between your folds, molding his hands to your waist. You ground against him and he followed your rhythm, needy and uneven, hungry with want. “Fuck me, Sylus…please.” A growl rumbled in his chest, he felt hotter in just seconds. Dewy beads of sweat clung to his furrowed brow. “I’ll admit, I like hearing you beg.”

“Please,” you repeated, muffled into his neck, “please…please…please.”

Your supplications earned the first inch of him, the slow stretch feeling like bliss rather than ache. He took his time with you, cataloging every sound and shuddered breath to memory. When he was fully sat inside you, there was a pause in his movements. “I want to feel you,” he sighed, “just…like this.” The intimacy of this kind of closeness, connected at the hip, heartbeats in sync, was like nothing you’d ever felt.

“Sylus…”

“Mmh?”

“Don’t leave…don’t disappear..”

He cradled the back of your head, “I won’t.” His fingers tangled into the hair at your nape, gently tugging your eyes on his. “Focus on me right here, right now. I’m with you.” The sunlight danced in his ruby eyes and painted his features in a soft, golden haze. Your breaths mingled in the closeness, leaving in heavy gusts at the crest of your release. “Right there, god–right there..,” you mewled, scratching faint red lines into Sylus’s back. His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. It was already humming with sensation, the new contact had your eyes stinging with tears, walls clenching in fluttering pulses. “I’m yours,” he confessed, sucking a mark into your neck.

“Now say it back.”

“Sylus—I’m-,”

“I know you’re close,” he rasped, hands ironclad on your hips. “Say it, I want you to claim what’s yours.”

A lump formed in your throat, you weren’t sure if the new tears streaming down your cheeks were from his words or the strength of his thrusts. Words crawled up your throat like fire just as your legs began to tremble, as you fell apart in his arms.

“You’re mine. Yes, Sylus, you’re mine.”

His hips stuttered then stilled before you felt the warmth of his release. Sylus’s forehead fell to your shoulder, muscles softening as the high waned. He kissed the budding mark on your neck, then your jaw, saving your lips for last. They were puffy and flushed, slotting perfectly with his. He tasted like warmth breath, promises and new beginnings. “Mine,” you repeated against his lips.

He hummed, hugging you close to his chest.

“Yours.”

That’s where you stayed for a long while, tangled in soft bedding and warm beams of sunlight pouring in through sheer drapes. Sleep came and went well into the afternoon. Eventually, you left the sanctuary of bedsheets and retreated to the shower, Sylus following closely behind. He looked different with his hair damp and pushed back, even more handsome than he needed to be. As he dressed, his eyes fixed on the marks left just hours before, “you really didn’t want me to leave, hm?”

“You can go now, if you wanna be cocky,” you retorted, giving him a playful shove.

“I do have to go, but it’s not because I want to…”

You watched him fasten the last few buttons on his shirt, “duty calls, huh?”

“Unfortunately.”

A frown pulled at your lips, but faded as Sylus took hold of your chin. “It’s just for a few days, think you can wait for me?”

“I guess that’s alright.”

He chuckled, “so stubborn,” then tapped his lips with his finger.

It wasn’t a kiss goodbye, not this time. Just, ‘see you in a few days’. But it lingered like it could be your last, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your lips and the taste of your breath.

“Come back in one piece.”

Sylus grinned, halfway out the door, “not a single hair will be out of place.”

You listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall, to the faint ding of the elevator.

“Good.”

*~*~*

it was the perfect night for your disastrous plan. 

you somehow managed to gather all your handsome guy friends to come over on the same night, and of course tara had to tag along once she heard. 

you slapped your cards onto the table, bolting out of your seat as you declared “I WIN!” for the 3rd time in a row.

groans resounded throughout the room, all the guys knowing you well enough to know you had something mischievous up your sleeve. tara giggled, the only one in on your plan. 

a week ago, you had been complaining to tara about your dilemma of realizing that all of these gorgeous men were interested in you… and you were interested in all of them. while she teased you about not seeing the problem, she jokingly suggested that you make them compete for your affection. 

… and you were crazy enough to try it. 

the guys were familiar with each other, zayne and caleb obviously acquainted since childhood. a few of them had crossed each other in different lines of work. others had met at different parties you had thrown, etc. 

“pips, you had to be cheating! how could you win that many times in a row?” 

“I agree-“ zayne chimed in, stroking his chin, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play this game so well.”

“I’m not so good at this game anyway…” xavier shrugged, leaning over to rafayel, “was she cheating? I couldn’t tell…” 

rafayel shook his head, pointing an accusatory finger in the opposite direction, “sylus let her win! wasn’t he in the lead for awhile? it’s suspicious…” 

sylus scoffed, leaning back in his seat, “why would I do that? she’s perfectly capable of winning on her own…” his gaze trailed over to you, an eyebrow quirked, “though I agree that something seems off. what are you after, kitten?” 

you raised your drink in a “cheers” motion, plopping down into your seat with a satisfied smile. 

“for my prize, I want a very friendly competition between you boys.” 

“what do you mean? haven’t we been competing already-“

you raised your hand to cut off their questions. 

“I have another prize to offer…” you took a slow sip of your drink as everyone quieted in suspicion. 

“I’ll kiss one of you.” 

their expressions were a mixture of shocked, interested, and wary, competitive glances suddenly shifting to each other, but you were filled with delight when you realized that none of them moved to leave. 

to your surprise, zayne spoke first. 

“and what kind of competition would warrant such a prize?” 

“well, I have to see who the best kisser is, obviously,” you crossed a leg and propped your face in your hand.

“so you’re just gonna kiss all of us, then?” caleb frowned. 

you shook your head, and their gazes narrowed. 

“you have to kiss each other.” 

another round of groans and glances passed around the room, along with an immediate “no way!” from caleb. 

“how would that even work, cutie? wouldn’t it make more sense just to kiss us yourself?” 

you laughed, “I said I have to see who the best kisser is.” 

sylus was the next one to surprise you. 

“suppose we actually agree to this… competition,” he eyed the other men before turning back to you, “there are a lot of us. do you have a process of elimination?” 

“of course! you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you’re willing…” you pulled out an empty bottle from behind tara’s seat, “circle up. whoever the bottle lands on- both ends- has to kiss each other.” 

you placed the bottle on the coffee table. 

“this is childish…” zayne muttered. 

“unbelievable…” caleb groaned.

rafayel looked pensive, eyes trailing over all his components in interest. 

xavier scratched his head, a slight flush creeping up his neck as he looked around. 

sylus remained perfectly still, calculated gaze fixed on the bottle, one leg crossed so that his foot rested on his knee. 

a few heavy breaths were let out, a few head shakes, a few curious looks passing between them. 

but they all stayed seated. they all leaned in. they were all playing. 

tara’s hand flew to yours in a bruising grip as she whispered, “oh. my. god.” 

you cleared your throat, suddenly flustered at the realization of what was about to take place. 

“okay… I’ll spin. everyone ready?” 

determination gleamed in all of their eyes as they nodded. 

you took a deep breath, bending toward the coffee table, and spun the bottle. 

the only sound in the entire apartment was the clanging of glass against the table, everyone intently focused as the bottle slowly spun to a stop. 

you looked at the bottle. your heart leapt. 

sylus. 

and zayne. 

the two most mature, most no-nonsense, most unlikely to agree to something like this… were about to kiss each other in order to win a kiss from you.

the others gasped, sharing looks between each other. 

sylus smirked at zayne. zayne cleared his throat and looked away, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. 

an excited grin spread across your face as you motioned for them to stand up and go to each other, which they followed. 

zayne, still looking flustered, turned to you. 

“how exactly are we supposed to do this? you didn’t specify if we just had to, um, peck… or, well…” his gaze trailed up sylus, who was grinning furiously. 

“need me to buy you a drink first, doc?” he teased.

“you know I don’t- that’s it, I’m not doing thi-“

“boys,” you interrupted, “I’m… impressed by your willingness. so let me offer to make this more rewarding for you, if you’re up for the challenge.” 

they both raised an eyebrow. you continued. 

“whatever you’re willing to do with each other…” you motioned between them, “I’ll do with you.” 

they quickly shared a look before sylus said, “can we have a moment?” 

you nodded, and they turned around and started whispering. 

tara’s eyes were wide in disbelief as she came up to you, mumbling, “that offer wasn’t part of the plan.” 

you shrugged, laughing a little, “can you blame me?” 

she shook her head, sharing a laugh with you as the boys turned around. 

“we have a proposition for you,” sylus declared, zayne nodding with him. 

“whatever we do with each other…” zayne started as he gestured to sylus, “you have to do with both of us when we’re done.”

you almost fainted. 

“it’s only fair,” sylus added as he crossed his arms. 

“l-like, like… individually, right?” you stuttered, suddenly nervous and embarrassed about the question, “not… at the… same…” your gaze darted between them. 

sylus let out a deep laugh and zayne shook his head, the corner of his lips twitching. 

“we hadn’t even talked about that as an option, but let’s see how this goes first, hmm?” sylus smiled at you after zayne nodded to him in agreement. 

“right,” you shook your head, regaining your confidence, “sure, it’s just a kiss.” 

but something unsettled you about the look of camaraderie they shared after you said that. 

“everyone ready for the show?” sylus smirked as he looked past zayne at the others. 

“YES,” rafayel had started snacking like he was watching a movie. 

xavier propped his sleepy face on his hand, yawning and giving a thumbs up. 

caleb seemed torn between disgust and extreme interest, sitting with his arms crossed but still craning his neck to look to where sylus and zayne stood. 

tara was attempting to discretely slip her phone out to film. 

“can we please get this over with?” zayne turned his back to the others as his gaze shifted anxiously to the floor. 

“getting shy on me already?” sylus’s sultry voice rang in your ears as you watched him step closer to zayne.

“of course not,” zayne rolled his shoulders back, meeting sylus’s gaze with a look of determination. 

“good,” sylus’s voice dropped as he angled his face closer to zayne’s, and zayne leaned in.

and then they kissed. 

fireworks, butterflies, waterfalls…? everything in you went off at the sight before your eyes, feeling like you must be stuck in some kind of dream you had as a teenager. 

it was cute, at first. their lips pressed together gently but firmly as they seemed to adjust to the feel of each other.

then their mouths moved, very slowly. experimentally. but they lingered. the tension in zayne’s body began to visibly melt, his hand lifting on instinct and ghosting over sylus’s chest. then it went higher and rested on the nape of his neck, and sylus mimicked the gesture, causing a sharp intake of breath from the audience (you included.) 

their hands began to tangle in each other’s hair as their bodies pressed closer, eliciting more noises of shock from everyone. 

“give him some tongue!” rafayel shouted before shoving another handful of snack into his mouth. 

caleb slapped his arm and shushed him while tara was bursting at the seams to keep from giggling at the absurdity of everything going on. 

sylus smirked against zayne’s mouth before angling his head so that everyone could see him visibly slide his tongue past zayne’s lips.

then zayne had the audacity to moan.

it was hard to keep up after that, your entire body already flooded with heat to the point that you thought you were going to melt through the floor boards. 

tara squeezed your arm as she whispered, “oh my god, how are you gonna choose?” 

you bit your lip, shaking your head to keep from letting your honest answer slip out.

you definitely wanted both of them right now. 

“guys?” caleb got your attention, gesturing back to the two beautiful men making out in your living room. 

and that’s exactly when zayne spun sylus and pinned him against the back of the couch. sylus let out a low laugh before shrugging off his jacket and pulling zayne’s face back to his. 

a round of “ohHHhs!” traveled across the room at the sudden development. xavier’s eyes actually widened as he sat forward, fully awake. rafayel excitedly slapped caleb in the chest. 

but you hardly noticed anything besides sylus and zayne, wondering what the hell you had gotten yourself into. 

their “kiss” became more and more heated, hands beginning to roam and tongues battling for dominance. sylus fisted his hand into zayne’s hair and pulled his head back, catching his bottom lip between his teeth and biting. 

and then you saw their hips grinding, and your jaw hit the floor. 

sylus groaned into the kiss as one of zayne’s hands traveled over his muscular chest, suddenly grabbing at his collar until a button popped open. 

you looked around to make sure you weren’t crazy, seeing everyone as shocked and delighted as you were when sylus returned the favor and undid one of zayne’s buttons. 

and then their shirts were completely open, stunning physiques on display, earning a hearty “YEAAHHHH!” from rafayel when the fabric slid from their shoulders. 

“holy SHIT,” tara’s hand flew to her mouth as she blushed furiously, once again looking to you for confirmation that this was real. 

your mind was swimming, legs like jelly as you continued to watch and wonder when exactly they would stop. 

but they didn’t. 

they were absolutely shameless in their pursuit of each other, pushing and pulling and grinding like they forgot anyone was even watching. 

sylus tore his mouth from zayne’s and leaned down, placing a kiss on zayne’s neck before biting into it. 

something like a whimper escaped zayne’s lips as his hands trailed down sylus’s toned stomach…

and grabbed ahold of his belt.

“ALRIGHT!” you cried, shocking everyone out of their brazen stupor. 

“boooooooo,” rafayel immediately protested and leaned back into his seat. caleb’s face was covered by his hand, but it did little to hide the flush on his ears. tara giggled, and xavier sat completely still, eyes wide and unblinking with shock. 

you approached the two men, standing between their towering figures as they blinked down at you in confusion. 

“what’s the matter, kitten?” sylus quirked his head to the side, seemingly unshaken. 

“I said a kiss, guys, oh my god…” 

zayne shook his head, smiling. 

“then why didn’t you stop us sooner?”

your face paled. 

they both laughed and stood up straight. 

“more importantly,” zayne continued, “who will you choose?”

they both cocked their heads, arms folded across their muscular chests, trousers slung low across their hips. their hair was perfectly tousled, their lips slightly swollen, and their eyes gleamed with mischief as they awaited your response. it was the most beautiful sight you had ever beheld. 

“oh dear,” sylus put on a mocking pout as he slowly stepped toward you, “zayne, it appears she can’t make up her mind.” 

zayne also stepped toward you, a grin curling on his lips as they continued to walk you backward. 

you laughed nervously.

then you hit the back of the loveseat, realizing you had nowhere else to go. 

suddenly, they were crowding you, glorious bodies caging you on each side. 

“could it be that she wants both of us?” zayne locked eyes with sylus before gently bringing a hand to your waist. 

sylus hummed, bringing a hand to the other side of your waist as he teased, “that would be very greedy…” 

and then they both leaned down to press their lips to each side of your face, sending a shockwave of heat through you, stunning you too much to speak. 

“t-technically, she wanted all of us…” xavier quietly chimed in from across the room. 

“he’s right,” sylus mumbled as he pulled back, large hand still resting on your hip. “and since she can’t seem to decide who she wants tonight…” 

zayne pulled back this time, looking to the other guys before bringing his gaze back to you, “maybe we should take turns.”

and before you could fully process what was happening, they both leaned down and dragged their lips along your neck. 

the sound of tara’s gasp brought you back to reality. 

“okay, enough!” you breathed out sharply and pushed your beautiful captors back, striding through them and rubbing your temples.

“is this some kind of joke?” you whirled, pointing a finger between the shirtless men. 

all of the guys exchanged looks, smiles creeping on their face as the two looked back to you.

“that depends… are you done playing games with us, kitten?” 

your eyes widened, looking at the 3 on the couch. 

“you guys were in on this too!?”

rafayel raised his hands in surrender. 

“sylus started it!”

you glared back at the very shirtless crime lord. 

“what-how-why-“

“mephisto may have overheard you venting to your friend,” he motioned to tara, “about your ‘dilemma’ involving all of us, and your plan…” he trailed off and looked to the others. 

caleb shook his head.

“it was raf’s idea to play along, and my idea to use our evol to manipulate the bottle to land on whoever volunteered, so it wouldn’t be random…” he looked over to xavier, who continued. 

“sylus offered first, since he gathered the info and told all of us… and zayne volunteered almost immediately after.”

“lucky bastard, I wanted to kiss him… they even practiced,” rafayel muttered.

your gaze snapped back to zayne, eyebrows raising in surprise. 

zayne straightened himself in attempt to look dignified, ignoring the flush creeping up his neck as he cleared his throat.

“he’s handsome,” he stated matter-of-factly. 

“the feelings are mutual, doc,” sylus winked in his direction before turning back to you. 

“so, are you done playing games with us, kitten?”

you looked over to tara, who looked equally shocked, before bursting into laughter. 

they all looked surprised when you finished laughing and strode up to sylus and zayne confidently. 

“are you kidding?” you smirked while raking your gaze over them, “I think we should keep playing…”

you turned to the rest of them.

“who’s in?”

dividers by the talented @uzmacchiato 

part 2 >>>

your eyes trailed up the long expanse of her body, eyes stopping at the swell of her chest, rising and falling softly with each breath. "welcome home kitten." her deep voice sent shivers down your spine and your eyes up, making eye contact with her.

her lips were quirked into a small smirk, a smirk that said she knew exactly what you were looking at- not that she ever minded.

making quick steps toward her you were stopped before you even got onto the bed, that familiar buzz of rest mist curling around your waist. "ah, ah, ah sweetie, shower first." her words made you groan, head thrown back before you looked at her again, a pout on your lips. she chuckled, sitting up and pushing her fingers against your chest softly.

"you know the rules."

with a huff you turned around, practically running to the bathroom and rushing through your night routine. stumbling out of the bathroom, one foot getting caught on your underwear, you moved quick, launching yourself onto the bed and right on top of sylus. already anticipating your actions, she wrapped you in her arms, legs spread around the weight of your body.

you wiggled around before shoving your face into her chest, nuzzling against the warm skin. her fingers traced patterns on your skin, swirling around mindless shapes across your back and neck.

“long day?" sylus asked, a small smile on her lips when you groaned into her breasts. her legs wrapped around you, locking you against her. not that you were complaining.

your lips pressed soft kisses against the swell of her chest, teeth scraping across the skin every so often. on days like this all you wanted was one thing— to suck on your girlfriends tits until you passed out and had the best sleep of your life. and she always provided, her hand that was on your back moved to your head, twirling the strands around.

"take what you need, beloved."

placing a kiss on over her heart, your hand pulled the flimsy top of her negligee down, her big boobs spilling out completely. mouth watering, you nuzzled against her nipple before taking it into your mouth, sucking on the perked bud softly. sylus moaned quietly, hand steady on your head to anchor you to her, the other taking her glasses off and placing them neatly on the bedside table.

warmth spread across your body, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her heavy breasts crowding your face. your hand came up to her other breast, cupping the fat and squeezing it gently, almost using it like a stress ball. sylus relaxed into the pillows, red eyes full of love as she watched you suck at her nipple for comfort.

valko whined loudly, twisting himself enough so he could look at you with bleary eyes. a moan left you at how fucked out he looked, cheeks red and tear tracks running down them. "no! no, please— nghh~ want it, want you to fill me up!"

he must not even realize he's doing the exact opposite of what he was saying, knees shuffling as he tried to get away from your brutal thrusts. "yeah? you're not actin like it pup, y'keep runnin away." your hand came down, a loud slap and more tears escaped his eyes at the sting against his ass. you massaged the reddened skin, cooing at him in mock sympathy.

"you're actin like a bad pup right now," your words were cut off by a whine and useless babbling that had you shushing your boyfriend. "but i know you're such a good boy, you love listening to me right pretty?"

valko's head nodded up and down, a little hiccup leaving him as his hand came to grip your thigh. "so let me fuck you how you wanted 'kay?" your hand pushed in the middle of his shoulders, forcing him down and he went without complaint.

his face was buried into the damp pillow, not even muffling the sounds he was making. you had a good few minutes of this, hips working him to his orgasm when he unconsciously started moving his hips away again- away from you.

huffing in annoyance, you locked both of his wrists in your hand, touching a hand before a little light emitted from them and suddenly metal wrapped around his wrists. "h-huh?.." valko's head turned over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what you were doing.

he tried to move his hands but came to find them restrained and pushing against cool metal. a quiet jingling had his wolf ears twitching and he realized in his cloudy mind that you had made handcuffs on him. your fingers hooked onto the chain and you pulled as your other hand gripped the back of his neck, lifting his head up.

"now be the good boy i know you are for me~"

then you put the work in, hips slamming against his ass harder, the loud squelching mixing with his moans like music to your ears. you were pulling on the chain, making him fuck back onto you while forcing him into mean arch. valko couldn't contain his moans even if he tried, mouth hung open and tongue lolling out making drool dribble down as his chest heaved in pants.

"fuuck, just like that. you look so good against me pup."

his hole clenched around you hard, thighs shaking and abdomen contracting as his orgasm approached rapidly. "yes! am— hah, am i good?" he stuttered, looking at you. you already knew his throat was gonna be sore from how much he's been moaning.

valko was pushing his hips back, all loud smacks and light stinging from the force. your lips curved into a smirk and you let go of his neck, pushing his head back into the mattress as your hips sped up. you leaned over him, teeth biting at his neck before doing the same to his ear.

"yeah pup, you're doing so well for me. knew you could do it~ my good boy."

your last words had him locking up, a damn near scream ripping from his throat as he came hard. his cock twitched and throbbed, thick spurts of cum pooling onto the sheets below in waves. you worked him through it, bucking into him one, two, three more times before you were cumming with a moan of his name.

his thighs were shaking, more cum dribbling from his cock as you filled him to the brim. you made the handcuffs disappear, rubbing his red wrists and placing soft kisses across his marked shoulders. your voice was soft as you praised him, nuzzling against the side of his face.

once his breathing came down you leaned back, slipping out of him and moaning in sync as your cum flowed out. your fingers gripped his cheeks apart, watching the pearly white drip. valko whined softly, hips swaying and making you huff a laugh.

you helped him flip onto his back, eyes trailing up his body before landing on his golden ones. "you're a fucking beast." his voice was scratchy, big hands pulling you to get closer.

"you asked for it!"

"yeah but i didn't expect you to use my own evol against me and make handcuffs you sick freak!"

he laughed, swollen lips smothering your face in kisses. "don't act like you didn't love it, you were begging for it! i think you're the sick freak here."

valko rolled you both over, straddling your waist and nipping at your neck. "blah blah." a yelp left him when you playfully swatted at his ass.

"bad boy~"

he pushed himself up, spreading his legs wider so you could see him hover over your cock. his own was already twitching to life, tip flushed red and covered in white. while you were checking him out he swiftly put your hands above your head and you felt cool metal around you wrists.

But you being his, and him ravaging you as a result of his rut, are two very distinct things.

So for as long as you have been with Valko, he has taken suppressants to quell the extreme, insatiable hunger brought on by his rut. He reassured you that it’s something he always did as the Chairman of EonCore Tech because it could interfere with his ability to make decisions that could possibly negatively impact the company.

Lies.

That it would get in the way of the other, more mysterious work he did that called for him to slip away at night.

More lies.

But truthfully? 

His rut was always intense, and with you it became something else entirely. Everything about you felt like the most exquisite skin-prickling overload. With you, it felt like a delicious shiver racing down his spine, the phantom caress along the back of his neck, the softest stroke against every fine hair on his tail. When it came to you, feelings weren’t simply felt… they were imprinted.

But eventually you have to face the proverbial music — or in this case, the music you choose to blast in his car — the same music he pretends to be annoyed by but turns up the volume just to hear you sing along to your favorite parts.

You two were barreling down a long stretch of highway, bounding straight towards a very intentional weekend at a secluded campsite. And for once, Valko had conveniently forgotten the suppressants at home.

Something felt off the entire car ride. It wasn’t off in an unpleasant way, but it just felt charged in a way that felt heavy. Sure, Valko regularly touches you in some fashion when you’re his honorary passenger princess, but this time his hand — usually casually placed comfortably on your thigh — had a tighter grip than normal. His grip was so intense that the prominent veins in his hands were standing out as if stress was flowing from the tips of his fingers and up to his thick, muscle-corded forearms. Even his tail, which usually lay limply in your lap so that you may card your fingers through, was flicking incessantly at the tip as if the appendage was just as restless as the body it was attached to.

Now, setting up the campsite was proving to be more of a group effort in theory only. Valko had decided he was doing the heavy lifting — though “heavy lifting” was a relative term depending on whether you asked an Alpha wolf or a hunter who could easily bench her own body weight.

Around the fifth time his large hands gently but firmly plucked whatever you were holding out of your grasp, he flashed you that charming grin.

“Hey, beautiful. I got that.”

Each time he took something from you, he lingered. He’d lean in close, rubbing his cheek and jaw along your shoulder or the top of your head in a slow, deliberate scent-mark, his tail giving a pleased little flick behind him. By the umpteenth time, you finally planted your hands on your hips.

“You’re SCENT-MARKING me!”

Valko throws his head back, canines glinting white and sharp in the sun “Who taught you that word?!” he barks incredulously.

Your cheeks burn and you expertly avoid the question, too embarrassed to admit you’ve spent many nights researching wolf mannerisms and mating rituals.

“I know LOTS of things…! Anyway, answer the question.”

Valko looks down at the stake in his hand, rolling it around in his palm clearly in heavy consideration of what he’s weighing in his mind to share with you. Finally, he tosses the stake on the ground near the other tools and closes the distances

As the sunlight catches his golden eyes, you noticed how much darker they had become — molten honey edged with something wild and hungry. A shiver races down your spine, instinctive and electric, your body lighting up with the ancient signal to either run or submit.

He reaches out, taking your palm in his. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I really don’t want you to freak out.”

Your quick nod and undivided attention are all the silent encouragement he needs to continue. 

“Wolves usually experience a rut, right? I’ll spare you the biological details since you seem to have done so much offline research, you pervert-”

Your hand shoots out to pinch at his skin in retribution at his comment, but he swats away your attempt with a smirk and continues. 

“Usually I take medication to suppress that rut, but I guess I’ve been feeling like lately I’ve wanted you to see me. All of me. Me, the wolf, and my rut.”

You blink. Once, twice and three times as you process what he’s saying to you. “And so you thought the best time for me to experience your rut was in the woods where we are miles away from civilization?”

He snorts, arms reaching out and pulling you against him so your cheek is pressed against those beefy pectorals you love so much. “I promise that if things get too intense, I’ll be able to control myself, alright? All you have to do is tell me to stop or use any of the safewords we’ve discussed in the past, ok?”

And because he can’t help himself, he pauses and adds a cheeky, “I’m not an animal, babe.”

After rolling your eyes, you exhale softly. Truth be told, you have never felt unsafe with Valko. Even if his rut is coming, there’s not a world where he’d ever take it too far. It also helps that you’re a world-class hunter and would throw the absolute gnarliest hands if you needed to–boyfriend or not.

“I trust you. Always.” you whisper into the clean linen of his shirt. 

You receive a pleased growl in return.

Hours go by without incident. You both efficiently set up the tent you’ll be sharing over the next couple of days and Valko even manages to get a fire roaring. As you both settle on a large log Valko dragged over near the firepit as a makeshift seat, the silence is a comfortable lull between you. However, the quiet is soon broken by a deep growl from within his chest. His cheek meets the top of your head as he begins to scent mark you once again.

“You smell like everything I need.”

“Everything?” you laugh softly as you turn around in his arms.

“Everything.” he whispers, palm rising slowly to cup your cheek as his lips press against yours in a kiss that steals your breath and sets your blood on fire in equal measure. Your tongues tangle quickly, the time you spent together in your relationship eliminating any need for reserved touches. You let out a surprised gasp as his fangs nip your bottom lip, another deep, pleased grumble erupts from his chest. You feel the heat of his hands and the sharp tips of his nails on your arm as he grips you, inevitably pulling you into his lap.

The demanding nature of his rut is clear as he grinds his hips upward, the stiff ridge of his cock rubbing at the clothed part of your ass. The intensity of his kisses grows and the growls coming from his throat grow louder and deeper, sending vibrations through your own chest. Eventually his lips part from yours, but quickly take up purchase along the column of your throat, one hand rising to grip the nape of your neck and shift your head exactly where he wants so his tongue can dart out and taste your skin.

You let out a breathy moan that emboldens him, but before he can get ahead of himself, you choose to be the opposite of his peace.

You grip his broad shoulders, briefly appreciating that every inch of this man is yours, before you firmly push him away, giving you a couple of inches of distance. He attempts to close the distance again with his lips, but you turn your head and offer him your cheek.

“Sorry, but you expect me to let you mount me out here in the forest without a little bit of teasing?”

Before he can rebuttal, you jump up and press your boot against the hard expanse of his shoulder and nudge him completely off the log with a resounding thud that echoes through the forest.

You don’t bother glancing back. The wild, rapturous howl tearing through the trees behind you says it all. 

The chase was on.

“Overgrown puppy got the zoomies?!” you call over your shoulder. You briefly glance behind you, careful not to collide with the trees zooming beyond your peripheral vision. You are not surprised to see this massive man vaulting over a log and landing on his feet in an instant, easily picking up the pace into a sprint and gaining on you.

Banter is how you two usually connect and bond, but in this moment, you know it’s only fueling his desire to catch you.

You're fast, but he’s faster. He closes the distance, tackling you into a bed of moss and fallen leaves from the trees above. And despite the way in which you both collide with the floor and the roaring in his veins to take, Valko’s arms still cradle your body to completely absorb the blow.

As your eyelids flutter open, your eyes connect with something primal in his. The bright gold of his eyes are now a deeper, molten honey, pupils dilated as his ears and tails twitch as if tuned into every inch of you. 

“Color?”

“Green,” you breathe.

The kiss that comes after is far from the controlled kiss by the firepit. His tongue is demanding as it slides into your eager mouth. You meet his lick for lick, sweeping into his own mouth and grazing against his fangs.

You both groan at the taste of copper, unsure of whose blood you're tasting since you can’t tell where one of you starts and the other one ends. He settles himself heavily between your thighs, that insistent bulge once again making itself present and known as he hooks your thigh over his hip and grinds against you. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your pretty pussy out on my knot, baby.” He pulls back, that smirk you adore gracing his features despite the tortured expression on his face from holding back–from not being inside of you. 

“Question is, do you want to bounce on it or do you want to be mounted like you so kindly offered earlier, brat?”

You reach up, gripping his shirt which is damp from the exertion of chasing you through the forest. “For a Chairman, you sure leave a lot of decisions to me. Not very Alpha of you, pup.”

The electricity that cackles between you both could set the forest on fire.

“Oh, baby…” He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, breath hot and ragged across your lips. “You really can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

In one smooth, powerful motion he rears back, grabs the front of his already-damp shirt, and rips it clean off his body. The fabric tears with a satisfying sound that makes your breath quicken. Moonlight paints the cut of his abs, the heavy expanse of his chest, the dark burgundy trail of hair that disappears into his waistband. His tail sways behind him, thick and restless. The scent rolling off him—leather, musk, warm cedar, and raw desire—hits you like a drug.

Your man is clearly feral for every inch of you. 

He doesn’t give you time to truly admire the way moonlight slides over every cut of muscle before he’s on you again.

His hands, which are large, veined, claws just barely pricked, grip your hips and flip you onto your stomach with effortless strength. Moss and soft earth cushion you as he yanks your hips up, forcing you onto your knees while your chest stays pressed to the ground. The position leaves you arched and open for him. You feel even more exposed when you feel your bottoms and panties being shoved down without fanfare. 

Valko settles behind you, one big palm smoothing possessively down your spine before he settles one palm against the mid-section of your back.

“Not very Alpha of me?” he repeats, voice husky and laced with amusement and hunger. He leans over your back, caging you completely, his thick cock sliding hot and heavy between your thighs, gliding through your slick without entering you yet. “You mouthy little hunter… I was trying to be a gentleman. Give my mate a choice.”

He nips sharply at the back of your neck, then soothes it with a slow drag of his tongue.

“Choice revoked.”

You gasp as the thick tip of his cock presses into you, spreading you so nicely for what you both know is going to leave you pleasantly, yet achingly sore tomorrow. Your cunt is wet, and that’s painfully clear as the sound of the head of his cock pushes into your sloppy, hungry pussy with an overwhelmingly loud squelch. You both groan at your surrender, the sound of him pressing into you loud and obscene in the quiet of the forest.

“Fuck, you may be a brat but your greedy pussy knows what she wants.” The burn of him sliding in you is perfect, overwhelming in the best way. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your ass, the swollen base of his knot kissing your folds.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust as he’s pulling back and sliding back in, savoring the feeling of your tight hole sucking his thick cock, welcoming him back eagerly with every thrust. 

The rut is riding him hard, his control fraying at the edges, but even now, he’s still Valko: protective enough that one arm stays curled around you, ready to catch you if your arms give out, whispering filthy praise between the growls. With each groaned praiseful remark that escapes his lips, you clench harder.

“Look at you, big bad hunter… all dripping and whining while I mount you. Who’s the prey now, baby? You don’t even have it in you to fight back, don’t you? Good fucking girl.”

“This knot's got your name all over it, pretty girl. You didn’t have to mouth off, all you had to do was present this pretty pussy like an offering.” 

He rears his hips back and accentuates each word with a thrust. “Just. Like. This.”

“Fuck, listen to that,” he groans, voice thick with rut, with his desire to mount and knot his mate. “Big bad hunter, all soaked and sloppy for me. Thought you were supposed to be dangerous, baby. Right now you’re just a pretty little thing getting mounted in the dirt.”

Your cheeks burn, but the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth are encouraging, especially as you reach behind and claw at his thick thigh. His soft, lush tail wraps around your wrist, which is a clear message: that even in this moment, you’re both still connected despite the intensity.

You can feel his swollen knot pressing against your entrance. You brace yourself on your hands, but gasp as his broad, hard chest blankets your back and forces your hands out from under you and presses you completely into the dirt. His thrusting turns into pistoning as his knot goes from kissing your cunt to demanding entrance into your sweet, tight heat.

“Beg sweetly for it, baby. Let your mate hear how bad you want to be knotted by your Alpha.”

You feel the smirk in his words, the way his tail, which has moved from your wrist, tightens around your waist like a furry leash. He’s enjoying this—enjoying the way your strong hunter body chooses to yield so perfectly for him.

A broken moan escapes you as the knot catches harder against your entrance, bullying its way forward. You clench around the thick shaft already buried inside you, trying to pull him deeper even as you manage a shaky, bratty laugh.

“You… want me to beg?” you gasp, turning your head just enough to catch his molten gold eyes. “After you chased me down like some helpless prey?”

Valko’s answer is a dark, delighted chuff. “Prey should struggle if they want to be entertaining. And fuck are you entertaining.”

His pace turns relentless, hips snapping against your ass with every thrust. The heavy swell of his knot catches at your entrance more insistently now, stretching you wider with every pass, demanding to be let in.

You feel him throb and twitch inside you, hot and huge, as he waits for you to break.

“Come on, baby. Tell me how badly this tight hunter cunt needs to be locked on my cock. Tell your Alpha how empty you feel without it.”

The words send a sharp spark down the length of your spine and straight to where his knot was pushing, pushing, pushing…

Valko groans against your neck, fangs sinking in your shoulder, as his swollen knot finally pushes inside you, sliding home with a slow, slick pop that leaves you both breathless. The gasping, whine that escapes his throat despite the clench of his teeth pushes you over the edge. Your body quakes with an intense orgasm that has your slick coating his thighs and the dirt beneath you both. 

Thick ropes of his cum, more than usual as a result of the suppresent, floods your welcoming womb. You feel every twitch, every pulse against your battered cervix, even as he gives a few more valiant thrusts into your cum-filled cunt.

Moments pass as you both pant, sweat dripping down your bodies. The haziness is broken as Valko rubs his chin and cheek against the top of your head, similar to how this fiasco started in the first place.

“You okay?” he whispers in your ear, voice softer than it was moments ago, tongue darting out to continue to groom you.

You let out a breathless little laugh, eyes still half-lidded as you melt back into his chest. “Mmm… more than okay. Just feeling full and will definitely feel this tomorrow.”

A low, pleased chuff rumbles through him. His arms tighten around you, one big hand stroking down your side while the other stays splayed over your lower belly, right where you can feel the heavy warmth of his knot pulsing inside you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. “You took my knot so beautifully.” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the bite mark he left on your shoulder earlier, then rests his forehead there. “I was worried I’d be too much tonight. I was worried my rut would scare you off-”

You reach back lazily, threading your fingers through his damp hair and giving a playful tug. “You were a lot, but I loved it. I love you, Valko. All of you. Even the overgrown puppy parts.”

Valko laughs against your skin, the sound warm and relieved. His tail curls tighter around your thigh as the knot continues to throb gently inside you, keeping you locked together. For long minutes he just holds you. For a few moments more, he continues his grooming, scenting, and whispering of quiet praise between soft kisses along your neck and jaw.

You close your eyes in contentment, loving that you were able to show your mate that, despite his initial fears of showing you this part of him, you could reassure him that he’s more than enough.

a/n: I’m mourning this wolf real heavy. Can't believe I broke my writing hiatus on a canceled character (please come back). I really hate the turn of events after his reveal and don't think it should have escalated to the extent it has. For now, I'm boycotting a game that I have played consistently for 2 years, refusing to spend any money, not opening the app, and unfollowing all their social media accounts. During Anime Expo, I even chose not to participate in their cosplayer event (despite winning a slot) or purchase any items at the official LADS booth. I have written several emails with only the JP cs team responding. I miss Zayne SO much, but this is about the principle. I don't have much of an online presence, but I can't support Infold until they reinstate Valko. So while I boycott, I cope.

you whimper and moan quietly as you ride toji, his large hands gripping your hips and ass. “ridin’ me so perfect. the fucking prettiest.” he pants, raven hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, face stuck in the crook of his neck, hiding your face.

“ngh- toji!” you moan, teeth biting into his shoulder as you approach your climax. “you gonna cum, pretty girl? let me see your pretty face.” he grunts, fucking up into you. you unravel your arms from around him, now resting your palms on his broad shoulders. one of this hands comes up to grip your chin. “so pretty, baby.” he groans, calloused thumb rubbing against your soft skin.

your face gets all warm at the praise, cunt clenching around him. “t-toji..” you whine, hands coming you cover your face. “tsk tsk tsk..” toji taunts, pulling your hands away from your face and looking you in your eyes.

“you gonna look at me when you cum?” he asks and you’re so fucked out all you can do is nod your pretty head and bite your lip.

toji thrusts up twice and you break the eye contact, slumping forward and hiding your face in the crook of his neck once more. “agh!- ‘m sorry! f-fuck!” you slur, arms wrapping around toji once more, hands tugging the hair at the nape of his neck as he wraps his arms around you and digs his heels into the mattress, thrusting into you at faster pace.

your body shakes and your arms tighten around toji as you cum once more, cunt squeezing his cock. “that’s it pretty, cum all on this cock, be a good girl.” toji’s hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer to his release. “ngh! ah! toji- ‘s too much!!” you whine, nails digging into toji’s back as his dick pistons into you, his pubic hair gifting your clit just enough friction to drive you crazy.

toji finishes after a couple more deep thrusts, filling your cunt to the brim. “too much my ass.” toji mutters, hands rubbing soft circles against your skin as your body quivers against him and you let out quiet gasps of air.

….

toji deeply fucks into you in missonary, hands gripping your thighs to pull you close. your forearm is thrown over your face, hiding from the one man who desires eye contact more than anything. “why’re so quiet, baby? r’you hiding from me?” toji questions— or more so teases.

you shake your head no, going to respond, though only a moan leaves your mouth. “no! mhfg! uh! toji!!” you moan, now covering your mouth with the palm of your hand. toji fingers travel to your clit, rubbing slow, heavy circles. you throw your head back at the sudden painful pleasure, your hand wrapping around toji’s wrist. “s-stop!” you whine, looking up at toji only to look away as soon as your eyes meets his.

toji’s fingers slow and so does his thrusts. “what am i ugly or something? do i got a weird cumming face?” toji asks, leaning over and leaving kisses on your neck. “why’d you stop…?” you quietly pant. “you told me too, baby.” toji says, moving onto the other side of your neck and giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing the skin. you let out a soft moan at the feeling of his teeth against your sensitive skin, legs tightening their grip around toji’s waist.

“toji… i- you know why…” you whisper, gasping as toji’s tip meets your cervix. toji lightly shakes his head. “don’t think i do.” you let out a groan from the mix of frustration and pleasure, “just fuck me, toji.” your eyebrows furrow, hips bucking up. “i am.” toji simply says, purposefully thrusting oh so deep, those thrusts that make you moan so damn pretty. “oh! right there-“ you moan. “right here? ‘s this the spot?” toji’s grip on your thighs tightening as his thrust deepen. you frantically nod your head, “oohhh fuck! i’m gonna cum- ‘m cumming!” you mewl, back arching off the mattress in pleasure, toes curling.

it only takes a couple more thrust for toji to pull out and pant heavily as he pumps his cock into his hand, cum painting your stomach. “jesus- fucking- christ-“ toji grunts, punctuating each word with a thrust, some cum reaching up to your chin. “holy shit, you’re so beautiful.” is all toji says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips. “toji!” you scold, giggles leaving your lips as toji’s kisses expand to all over your face, lips even going as far to press right on your closed eye.