Bark Like You Want It : ZaynexReaderxHybrid!Caleb
Synopsis: You adopted a stray Hybrid off the streets, much to your Fiancé Zayne’s dismay. Not only does he have to handle drool, he has to deal with his hormones too?
Warnings: SnowApple (sort of), threesome, knotting, dub-con, Hybrid!Caleb, oral (f!receiving), Lixli.
Tag List: @tremendoustragedybard, @katiiee80, @ohshitcindylou, @justannie18
Zayne always thought of himself as a cat person. Just a small, sassy little thing that could take care of itself. But when his fiancé comes from a Wanderer Battle with a big, overgrown human Mutt in tow. He only has one word.
That no, never came to life.
You’re in your cozy home, sprawled on the couch with a massive, scruffy canine hybrid taking up 90% of the space. His tail thumps against the cushions as he grins at you, tongue lolling out.
“You’re not actually gonna make me sleep outside again, right? C’monnnn." He rolls onto his back dramatically, hands in the air.
Meanwhile, Zayne stands rigidly by the kitchen island, gripping his coffee like it's keeping him sane. His eye twitches.
“I cannot believe we are co-parenting a dog." He glares at Caleb. “A stray who eats my socks. And my patient files."
“Correction—former stray! And I only ate one sock because it smelled like YOU. Hmph." He flops his head onto your lap with zero remorse. “Besides…Y/n loves me more~ Right?" Big puppy eyes activate—he knows what he's doing.
Zayne exhales sharply through his nose and mutters something about "betrayal by fiancé.”
Clearly, you've become the bridge between these two very different creatures.
Who would've thought? You've gone from just living your life to being the mediator in the great domestic dispute: Dog vs. Fiancé.
While Caleb's puppy eyes can work on anyone, especially you, it's quite clear a real heart-to-heart discussion with a side of compromise is in order. Otherwise, your apartment might become a battlefield for dog and man to duel it out in a match of wills.
And that's a show you did not buy tickets for.
Everything is fairly calm in the Li household.
You go off on Hunter missions to destroy Wanderers and Zayne is, of course busy with his Cardiac Surgeries. But over the next few days, Caleb’s behavior becomes erratic, more primal.
Caleb's sudden behavior change is like watching a well-trained dog regress into a wild wolf—and not the cool “Game of Thrones” kind. His usually vibrant purple eyes shift into a feral yellow. He’s twitchy, agitated, growling at shadows. His usually playful nips become something more aggressive, more…animalistic.
It’s alarming, to say the least.
Zayne's concern is evident as he takes notes on the canine’s new demeanor, his professional demeanor slipping every now and then.
He’s pissed on nearly every inch of Zayne’s once pristine home.
Zayne stands frozen in the doorway of their shared bedroom, his usually composed expression cracking as he takes in the sight—yet another rug marked. His jaw clenches so tight you fear a molar might shatter. The air is thick with the scent of ammonia and quiet rage.
“This." He gestures stiffly at the latest offense, voice eerily calm. “Is an act of war."
Caleb, meanwhile, sits proudly beside his masterpiece—tail thumping once. His eyes gleam with something between defiance and... amusement? You swear there’s a smugness to his panting grin.
Then Zayne turns to you slowly. “We're getting him fixed. Today."
At the veterinarian’s office, Caleb’s mood swings are all over the place. One moment, he’s wagging his tail, charming the vet tech with doggy smiles; the next, he’s growling at the receptionist’s poor attempt to pet him.
Zayne stands off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, clearly unamused. His eyes track Caleb, studying his every move with the focus of a predator stalking his prey.
Inside the examination room, the atmosphere is tense. Zayne is all business as he answers the vet’s questions, his hand firmly holding Caleb’s head still.
Meanwhile, our furry protagonist seems to have made a new personal record for “Most Pathetic Whines per Minute.”
“You are going to be fine.” Zayne’s voice has a comforting reassurance that’s so at odds with his tight grip on Caleb’s muzzle. “No more surprise puddles, no more dominance displays. It’s for the best.”
The vet nods in agreement, trying to look confident despite the occasional growl from our beloved canine. “So… who’s gonna tell him that?” You glance helplessly from Zayne to the vet, then to the whining, wriggling Caleb.
Yeah. This isn’t going to be easy.
But when the Vet returns, all lab coat and chuckles, Zayne’s heart drops. “Well, I don’t believe there will be any neutering today. Your boy here is in Pre-Rut.”
Zayne’s grip on Caleb’s collar slackens in shock. His normally composed expression cracks—lips slightly parted, eyes wide.
“…Excuse me?" His voice is dangerously quiet. A storm brewing beneath icy calm.
The vet, oblivious to the impending disaster, pats Caleb’s head like he just announced good news.
“Yep! All that erratic behavior? Classic pre-rut symptoms in hybrids—territorial marking, heightened aggression... and well," he gestures vaguely, “-other urges. Normally we'd suppress it with medication but..." He glances at Caleb's now very smug grin. "...Given his size and lineage? I don't recommend fighting nature on this one."
“So you're telling me... my house is now a crime scene because this mutt is horny."
Zayne tries to take a deep breath and push up his glasses. “He’s been territorial over my fiancé. Can’t we give him a pill and a toy and let him ride it out?”
The vet chuckles again, clearly unaware of the depth of Zayne’s mounting frustration.
“Sure, you could. But just like with humans, hormonal suppression pills can have side effects—weight gain, potential long-term health risks, not to mention… well, a rather moody hybrid to deal with."
Caleb leans his weight against you, giving Zayne a look that’s a cross between an apologetic whine and a smug "Told ya so."
“If he's marking his territory around Miss Y/n here. I recommend finding a suitable mate. Someone familiar, someone he already sees as part of his pack..." The vet looks between you and Zayne pointedly. The implication is clear: he’s suggesting Caleb mate with you, his already established ‘matriarch’.
Zayne’s face goes from white to red in record time.
Zayne banishes Caleb to the Garage, only having contact when feeding or taking the mutt out for a walk.
But Caleb’s smug attitude turns into complete desperation within 2 days.
Zayne just came in with his food when Caleb attaches himself to his leg, hips gyrating as he grinds against the Doctor’s black slacks.
The moment the garage door shuts behind them, Caleb, no longer smug, no longer playful, presses Zayne back against the wall with alarming desperation. His pupils are blown wide, his breath ragged and hot against Zayne’s throat as he growls out.
“I can smell her on you… every time. Every goddamn time.” His hips roll in slow, deliberate circles against Zayne’s thigh—a mimicry of something far more primal. “You don’t get it... I can’t—” A broken whine escapes him as his claws dig into Zayne's shoulders. “This is torture!”
Zayne freezes for a split second before his own instincts kick in, his hands clamp around Caleb’s wrists like steel bands. He doesn't flinch at the hybrid's snarl or the press of fangs near his jugulars
“No," he says coldly. “You forget this is my home."
He shoves Caleb off him and pushes him back against the wall with a firm hand on his chest. His voice is still quiet, dangerously so. There's a flicker of something dark in his gaze.
“You have two choices: You control yourself-“ His other hand comes up to grasp Caleb’s chin firmly, nails digging in just enough to leave crescent marks. “Or you're out that door before the sun goes down. Your choice."
A beat passes. The air feels like it's charged with electricity, and neither man backs down or looks away.
Zayne's grip is unyielding, his gaze locked with Caleb's until those gold-flecked eyes finally waver. Caleb swallows hard, a faint whine escaping him before he finally drops his gaze in submission.
“Good boy." Zayne releases his jaw, letting his head drop.
Zayne takes a sharp inhale. “Can’t believe I have to do this….” He unceremoniously shoves his hand down Caleb’s baggy shorts and grasps his cement hard cock.
The Vet recommended ‘manual’ release and there was no way he was going to have Y/n take on this duty.
Caleb’s whole body jolts at the sudden touch—his breath stuttering out in a broken gasp, hips bucking instinctively into Zayne’s grip. His claws scrape against the garage wall behind him, struggling between resisting and giving in entirely.
“F-fuck—! You—!” His voice is raw, strained between anger and unbearable need. His forehead drops against Zayne's shoulder with a muffled growl as he mutters. “H-hate you... s-so much...”
Zayne doesn't react beyond tightening his fingers slightly, his movements methodical and unrelenting. His expression remains coldly detached—but there's a flicker of something almost... victorious in his eyes as Caleb shudders under his touch.
“Good." He says flatly. “Hate me all you want. Just don't make this harder than it has to be."
There's something almost clinical about the way Zayne handles him, a surgeon handling an instrument and it's driving Caleb insane.
Every stroke drags a new noise from the hybrid, desperate, needy, and utterly at odds with his usual bravado.
“Zayne..." he manages to rasp out, and the name almost feels like a plea.
Zayne leans in, his lips a whisper against Caleb's ear. His breath is warm, steady—a stark contrast to Caleb's ragged panting.
Caleb leans his head onto Zayne’s shoulder. He can smell the faint expensive cologne and sterile odor of the hospital still on his clothing.
Caleb barely has time to register the command before Zayne twists his wrist just so—and suddenly Caleb is arching into him with a strangled cry, fingers digging into Zayne’s shirt hard enough to tear the fabric. His whole body locks up, shuddering violently as he spills over Zayne’s hand.
Zayne watches him through hooded eyes—expression unreadable as he slowly withdraws his hand once Caleb slumps bonelessly against the wall. He wipes his palm clean on a discarded rag he uses to shine his car with an air of finality before straightening his rumpled sleeves.
“Consider that your one and only freebie." His tone leaves no room for negotiation as he turns towards the door. “Next time you get this desperate? Figure it out yourself.”
Caleb is slumped against the wall, chest heaving, golden eyes still blown wide with residual pleasure, but his expression twists into betrayal as Zayne turns away. His voice is rough, dripping with venom when he finally speaks.
“You act like this fixes anything." He pushes off the wall with a snarl. “It won’t stop. Not until I have her. And you can't keep us apart forever."
Zayne pauses at the door, shoulders stiffening for just a second before he exhales sharply, he's already exhausted by this entire conversation.
“Then I guess we'll find out just how long you can last without privileges," he says coolly before shutting the garage door behind him with a final click of the lock.
But Caleb only grows more desperate. He howls all day and night, humping every inch of the garage and cries out for you.
Zayne sits at the kitchen table, sipping coffee like a man trying to ignore an air raid siren going off in his own home. The distant sounds of Caleb’s tortured howls rattle the walls—along with the occasional THUD of a body slamming against something in frustration.
“Y/n.” He finally sets his mug down with deliberate calm. “I am this close to sedating him myself." His fingers pinch together for emphasis before dragging down his face in exasperation. "...And possibly moving out."
A loud whine and nails taking down the door cut Zayne off.
“Y/N—PLEASE! I CAN SMELL YOU OUT THERE! JUST—FIVE MINUTES-“ A crash. A whimper. More desperate humping noises against what sounds like… Zayne’s vintage motorcycle?
You meet Zayne’s dead-eyed stare as he silently reaches for the veterinary sedation pamphlets on the counter.
You cover his hand quickly with a sharp inhale, your breakfast forgotten. “What if…what if we help him? Just once?”
Zayne seems to wrestle with your request, jaw tight and looking like he's in actual physical pain even considering it. But eventually he sighs a ragged, resigned sound.
“Once.” He holds up a single finger for emphasis. “And I mean it. We are not making this a habit. This is a one-time… biological necessity. Nothing more.”
He looks like he just ate a lemon as he pushes his chair back. “We do this under my supervision.“
That night, you both clear your schedule to focus on Caleb. Zayne drags the Hybrid up the stairs and into the bedroom where he nearly snaps his collar and chokes himself when he sees you perched on the bed.
The moment Caleb’s eyes land on you, his entire body goes rigid, muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. His breath comes in ragged, uneven bursts as he strains against Zayne’s grip on his collar, practically vibrating with need.
“Y/n please—” His voice cracks on the word, rough and desperate. His pupils are blown wide, gold swallowed by black as he fights the urge to lunge forward.
Zayne shoves him down onto the bed with a firm hand between his shoulder blades before Caleb can do something stupid like tackle you, his other hand still gripping that collar tight. He levels Caleb with a warning glare.
“You move without permission,” he says lowly. “-and this ends immediately." His gaze flicks up to meet yours for confirmation before releasing just enough slack in the leash for Caleb to turn his head and look at you properly... but not much else.
You watch as Zayne leans over the bed, one knee planted firmly on the mattress to keep Caleb pinned while he leans in to kiss you, an unexpectedly tender moment in the midst of this wild frenzy.
But then, with no warning, Zayne's other hand slides between your legs, and he's nipping at your lower lip with a smirk.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers tease you open, slow and deliberate. “You just relax… let me take care of him. I won’t let him hurt you.”
Caleb whines at the sight, his entire body trembling beneath Zayne's hold. His hands fist the sheets as he watches with a mixture of desperation and awe.
“Z-Zayne-please—” He chokes out again.
The doctor merely hums in response before guiding Caleb's head down to where his fingers are still working you open, effectively cutting off any further begging with action instead of words.
Caleb is a beast. His tongue is so large and messy you gasp out and cling to Zayne’s corded forearm like a lifeline. “C-Caleb!”
Zayne watches Caleb’s wild enthusiasm with a mixture of exasperation and reluctant amusement, his forearm flexing under your desperate grip as the hybrid laps at you like a starved man. His lips quirk into an almost smug smirk when he hears you cry out, satisfied by the way he's orchestrating this chaotic scene.
“Eager, isn't he?" Zayne muses dryly before suddenly yanking Caleb back by the collar, just enough to force eye contact between them. “Slow down. She's not a damn chew toy."
Caleb pants heavily but nods—still trembling with restraint—before diving back in with slightly more finesse this time. His tongue drags slow and hot over your sensitive flesh now, making sure every flick is precise... even if his tail is thumping against the bed hard enough to shake it.
And Zayne? Well... let’s just say there’s something undeniably satisfying about watching him play puppeteer while still keeping that composed doctor façade intact, even as Caleb threatens to unravel it all beneath him.
Caleb’s face is smeared with your juices. His hips rut uselessly against the edge of the bed. Your eyes are in the back of your skull, thin baby blue night gown pushed up over your belly. You open your eyes when you feel Zayne nuzzle your cheek, his hand soothing back your hair.
“How’re you feeling Snowflake?”
You open your mouth to answer but Caleb’s sharp canines grind down against your throbbing clit and you openly sob.
Caleb’s whines grow more pitiful. He pulls back for air and rests his cheek against your inner thigh. “It fuckin’ hurts. Please-please just the tip! I’ll be so good!”
Zayne exhales through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like he's physically restraining himself from strangling Caleb right then and there.
“You are literally incapable of 'just the tip.'" His voice drips with exasperation, but when he glances down at you, seeing how flushed and breathless you are beneath them both—something in his expression softens. Just slightly.
He sighs before gripping Caleb’s leash again, forcing the hybrid to meet his gaze as he leans down close enough that their noses nearly brush.
“Listen carefully," he growls lowly, “-because I'm only saying this once. You move too fast, you hurt her even a little... I will take you to the Vet and leave you there for the rest of your Rut. Do you understand?”
Caleb swallows hard but nods frantically whining again when Zayne finally releases him with one last warning tug on the leash before sitting back to watch like a particularly strict supervisor.
Zayne tugs down Caleb’s shorts, his angry, nearly purple mushroom tip bobs against your thigh and even Zayne has to admit how painful his cock looks.
Especially the knot at the base swelling uselessly.
Zayne fishes the toy he bought begrudgingly online from the bedside drawer.
He looks at Caleb and knows he’s about to start a fight. The silicone toy wraps around a Hybrid’s knot so they are incapable of properly knotting.
Caleb’s growl is instantaneous—a deep, guttural sound of pure outrage as soon as he sees the toy in Zayne’s hand. His ears flatten against his skull, tail bristling like a bottlebrush.
“The fuck is THAT?” He snarls, trying to lunge forward but still held firmly by Zayne's grip on his leash. “I don’t NEED that! I need her—Y-n!” His voice cracks into a desperate whine halfway through, hips jerking uselessly against the air like he can already feel the cruel denial coming.
Zayne ignores him entirely and instead focuses on you, holding up the toy for inspection with an expression that says ‘this was not my idea but here we are.’
“Supposedly it...” He clears his throat slightly before continuing dryly “…simulates knotting without actual penetration. “For safety.” The way he says 'safety' implies heavy sarcasm toward whoever invented this thing.
Meanwhile Caleb has started thrashing like a wild animal caught in a trap, spitting curses between ragged breaths while trying to buck out of Zayne’s line of fire.
You cup Caleb’s face in your hands, thumb brushing away his tears. “It’ll be okay Puppy. Don’t pay attention to him, pay attention to me. That’s it….” You shoot a look to Zayne that says ‘do it now, while he’s distracted’
Caleb’s breath hitches at the feeling of your touch, his thrashing slowing into more of a restless twitching as he tries to focus on you—trying not to whimper again when you call him ‘Puppy.’ He meets your gaze with wide, pleading eyes, the pupils blown dark.
Zayne seizes the opportunity while you’ve got Caleb distracted. With a determined set to his jaw, he starts to work the toy down over the hybrid’s swollen knot, his movements slow and careful. He can’t help but wince slightly as he feels the intense throbbing heat beneath his fingers.
Caleb tenses instantly the second the cold silicone touches him, his breath stuttering out in a broken gasp. He instinctively tries to jerk away, but Zayne’s grip is ironclad.
“N-no—fuck!” His head drops forward against your shoulder with a shuddering groan as the toy finally clicks into place over his knot, trapping it in an unrelenting pressure that’s both agony and relief. His claws dig into the sheets beneath him, muscles trembling from restraint... but he doesn’t fight anymore. Just pants raggedly against your skin.
Zayne takes a deep breath, looking like he just survived defusing a bomb, before sitting back on his heels with grim satisfaction. “There. Now we don't have to worry about any... accidents."
Caleb lets out a wounded noise at that, pressing closer to you like you're his only lifeline left in this cruel world of ‘no fun allowed’.
But when you part your thighs and pat your inner thigh, Caleb feels like he died and went to heaven. “U-up boy. Mount.”
Caleb doesn’t need to be told twice, his entire body surges forward with a desperate, guttural noise. The moment he presses against you, the toy between his thighs does its job, simulating the pressure and friction of a real knot without fully locking him in. His hips jerk erratically at first before settling into a frantic rhythm, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as he pants harshly against your skin.
“F-fuck—fuck!” He chokes out between thrusts, tail lashing wildly behind him like he’s trying to balance himself mid-storm. “S-so good—Y/n!”
Zayne chuckles under his breath as he watches Caleb pathetically rut against your inner thigh as his drooling head misses its mark again and again. Caleb whines and growls in frustration, even when you try to calm him and tell him it’s okay to try again.
“Hold on." Zayne moves closer, his hands grasping Caleb's shoulders to steady him, ignoring the hybrid's ragged protest and the growl that rumbles deep in his chest.
When Zayne’s long, steady fingers from years of medical training wraps around his cock, Caleb nearly shoots his load again.
“Easy... you're a good boy, right?" He grips Caleb's chin, forcing those wild eyes to meet his own. “Be good and I'll help you. Sound fair?"
It's not really a question.
Caleb stills instantly, frozen in Zayne's grip like he's afraid of what might happen nextx his breath a ragged whisper against your skin.
“P-please... just... I-I'll be good... I'll be good..."
Zayne leans in close enough that his breath tickles your ear, voice a soft purr.
“Do you hear that, sweetheart?" Zayne moves his fingers down over Caleb’s taunt and heated scrotum to cup his balls. The Hybrid gasps and squirms like his skin is on fire.
“Begging. He's already begging for it."
Zayne tightens his grip slightly, making sure Caleb feels every deliberate press of fingers against him as he aligns their bodies just right. The hybrid’s entire frame trembles with restraint, every muscle coiled tight like he’s one wrong move away from snapping completely.
“Good boy.” Zayne murmurs before finally—finally—letting him sink into you properly, inch by torturously slow inch. Caleb’s choked cry is immediate, broken and raw as his forehead drops to your shoulder again.
“Y/n… fuck…” His voice cracks on the words, hips stuttering like he can barely control himself even now that he’s gotten what he wanted so desperately.
Your walls welcome him eagerly, but the Hybrid is just so damn big. Your hips arch, fingers scrambling to Zayne’s arm and Caleb’s shoulder as the Pup rolls his hips eagerly.
When Caleb starts to sloppily drive home into you, you barely are able to think. He’s turned your brain to mush and Zayne cups your jaw, watching closely for any sign of pain or your body going into shock.
The wet noises fill the bedroom. Caleb is murmuring praises about how good you feel around his cock. “Feel s’good, needed you so bad. Smell so good-“
Caleb’s thrusts are erratic, desperate, his rhythm messy and unpracticed as he struggles to hold back the primal urge to just take. But despite the frenzy in his movements, there’s something worshipping in the way he keeps nuzzling against your throat between gasps.
“Easy.” Zayne murmurs, one hand still cupping your jaw while the other grips Caleb’s leash like a lifeline. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone soothingly before glancing down between you both with sharp focus.
“Slower.” He tugs on Caleb's leash for emphasis when the hybrid starts getting too rough again—.
But Caleb is too lost in his instincts. He’s pleading with the doctor as his hips snap into your sopping hole, the silicone around his base, straining and nearly turning to mush from his desperate thrusts.
Zayne can’t deny how tight the fabric around his cock gets. Watching you praise the Hybrid and those pathetic whines of Caleb has him twitching in his slacks.
Zayne’s patience finally snaps, his grip on the leash tightening like a vice as he yanks Caleb back hard enough to choke off his air for a second. The hybrid wheezes, hips stuttering to an abrupt stop as he claws at the collar in protest.
“I said," Zayne growls right into Caleb's ear, voice dripping with warning. “-slower."
Caleb whimpers but nods frantically. chest heaving as he forces himself into something resembling control. His next thrust is deliberate, almost hesitant... but the moment you arch under him with a quiet moan? All bets are off again.
Zayne exhales sharply through his nose before adjusting his grip, this time wrapping an arm around Caleb’s waist from behind to physically guide his movements into something more manageable “Like this. Or do I need to hold your hand through every little thing?"
Caleb is panting between you both, his body caught somewhere between the primal urge to take what he wants, and the need to hear Zayne’s approval for every little thing. With every new touch, he glances up like he's checking in: "Am I good? Am I doing this right?”
Zayne, for his part, watches you with a laser-sharp focus, his free hand tracing the curve of your jaw as he murmurs encouragement, voice rough with want.
Caleb whines and presses back against Zayne too, drool dripping from his mouth. “M’ I a good boy Doc? I’m doin’ good?”
Zayne’s mouth twitches into a faint smile before he murmurs soft words of praise into the hybrid’s ear, whispered between slow, deliberate kisses along Caleb’s neck. His fingers brush against the collar like a reminder.
“You’re doing so well, Caleb. Just focus on her.” He glances at you and his gaze warms, something vulnerable flashing in those eyes for just a moment. “You’re going to take care of her. Make her feel good. Can you manage that?”
Caleb turns into a whining and whimpering mess. He leans over your breast, lapping feverishly at the mounds of flesh. “Yeah-Yeah gonna make her feel so fuckin’ good!”
Zayne shifts, his grip on the leash loosening as he moves around behind the hybrid. But his movements are purposeful, every touch, every word carefully controlled; a master with his pet. His voice is steady when he speaks again, calm, authoritative.
“Show me then." His fingers curl into Caleb's hair, tugging his mouth away from your breast with a sharp pull. “Make her cry."
Caleb’s whine of protest is cut off with a muffled yelp when Zayne yanks sharply on his hair again.
“Is that any way to say ‘thank you’?" He's clearly enjoying the power dynamic here, his tone still even, his grip unyielding.
“Try again." It's not a suggestion, but an order.
Caleb’s breath shudders out, his whole frame shuddering with need... before finally giving in.
You feel his cock throb inside of you and your moan of need breaks the males from their fight for dominance. “M-move, please let him move…”
Your gummy walls are frantically trying to pull Caleb back in again, wanting his cock to split you apart to put you back together again.
Zayne exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating, but one more pleading look from you is all it takes. His grip loosens slightly on Caleb’s hair, giving just enough slack for the hybrid to surge forward again.
“Go.” He mutters gruffly. “But not too fast.”His hand slides down to grip Caleb’s hip instead, guiding the rhythm with firm pressure whenever the hybrid threatens to lose control again.
Caleb practically sobs in relief at being allowed to move, his thrusts still messy but deeper now. More intentional. Every snap of his hips drags a broken moan from your lips that makes his ears twitch wildly in response. “Y/n… feels so good…”
Caleb feels his knot swell under the silicone and his whines turn to growls, he reaches down to the nearly disintegrated toy. “Take this fuckin’ thing off. I need-I need to knot! I’ll be so good, be so good to her-give her pups-please!”
Zayne’s jaw clenches at the word.
His grip tightening on Caleb’s hip like a warning, but then you whimper beneath them both, arching into the hybrid’s touch in a way that makes Zayne hesitate. His gaze flicks between your face and Caleb’s swollen knot that catches on the toy straining to break in pieces.
“God….” He finally growls through gritted teeth before reaching down to wrench the ruined toy off with one sharp tug, ignoring Caleb's gasp of relief. “Just Once. And if I think for a second you're hurting her—"
Caleb doesn't let him finish, surging forward with a snarl as his knot locks inside you at last. The force of it punches a moan from your lips that has Zayne rolling his eyes, digging his fingers deep enough to bruise as he mutters.
The knot causes Caleb’s eyes to blow wide. He’s immobile inside of your gushing walls. He panics, heels digging into the sheets as he frantically tries to still thrust, to fill your womb with his seed.
Zayne’s jaw clenches at the sight, those hazel eyes dark with envy, but his voice is steady when he speaks again.
His hand slides up to grip Caleb’s shoulder, fingers digging in slightly to ground him. His tone is firm but somewhat gentler now.
“You’re safe. She’s safe. Everyone’s safe… Just breathe.” His other hand settles on Caleb’s back, tracing slow circles over sweaty skin.
Caleb shudders, the tight, wet heat around his knot making his openly sob into your shoulder. “Mm’ sorry, mm sorry it felt so good. I’ve been bad, forgive me. M’ sorry…”
You eyes finally find the right spot in your skull and you reach out to stroke between Caleb’s ear, looking at Zayne over the Hybrids shoulder. “You did so well. felt so good…are you feeling better Pup?”
Caleb practically melts under your touch, his entire body going slack against you with a shuddering exhale, still locked in place by his knot but no longer trembling with frantic energy. His ears twitch weakly at the pet name, nuzzling into your palm like he’s starved for affection.
“Mmf... s'good..." He mumbles drowsily, tail giving a half-hearted thump against the bed before stilling again. His breathing is slowing now, deep and even as he clings to you like a lifeline.
Zayne watches the two of you with an unreadable expression for a long moment before finally releasing Caleb's shoulder with a quiet sigh. He leans down to press an unexpected kiss to the hybrid's sweat-damp temple, brief and almost chaste, before murmuring.
“Rest." It's not just permission; it's an order. “You've earned it."
Caleb's breath hitches at the rare tenderness from Zayne, his fingers clutching the sheets as he tries (and fails) to stifle a quiet, contented whine. His tail gives one last feeble wag before he finally goes completely boneless against you, his knot still securely locked inside.
Zayne sighs but doesn't push him away again just shifts slightly to pull the blankets up over all three of you with surprising care.
“Don't get used to this," he mutters gruffly but there's no real heat behind it now. Just exhaustion and something close to affection.
