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“No, no. It’s not right. I need…” Now he’s fully delirious, so far out of his mind he doesn’t think better of shoving Sascha off him. Avery turns onto his knees and braces a hand against the headboard for balance. “Like this, Sascha. Please.”

Sascha swallows hard, his eyes riveted on Avery’s exposed cunt. Avery arches his back further to emphasize his need, prompting Sascha to adjust to the new position. He takes his time, leaving Avery shaking like a leaf at the sensation of Sascha stroking two fingers through the sweat down his spine. Before Avery can beg more, Sascha pushes his cock through his slick, stroking the bottom of Avery’s shaft with his own. When he pulls back, the flared head catches the tip of Avery’s cock; he does it again, leaving Avery whimpering, seconds away from debasing himself in a desperate plea.

When Sascha finally mounts Avery properly, invading him in a smooth, effortless glide, it steals Avery’s breath. For a moment, he can’t even moan. Sascha doesn’t continue the brisk earlier pace, but his measured thrusts are morepurposeful, fingers tight on Avery’s hips. Like this, he catches Avery’s P-spot every time he bottoms out, sending nearly unbearable pulses up from his center, radiating outward into the rest of his extremities. His arms shake with it, until he has to slump forward onto his face, back arched as he buries a moan into the pillow.

Sascha yanks the pillow from Avery’s grasp a moment later. “None of that. Let me hear you.”

So Avery does, head turned so his temple is pressed against the mattress, every note bursting from him into the open air. It must not be enough because Sascha adjusts enough to hook two fingers inside Avery’s cheek, holding his mouth open as he fucks him. Avery sucks clumsily, his sounds becoming garbled as saliva drips down his chin.

He takes it, giving in to the wild, animalistic demands of the beast growing within his mind. The part of him that is nowcreature, no longer wholly human, grabs hold of his brain stem, forcing growls from his throat. It’d concern him more if Sascha wasn’t growling too, driving forward like he’s claiming more of Avery’s being with every beat.

A swoop of endorphins nearly knocks Avery flat, sending his head spinning across the floor. He reaches between his legs, only to freeze when Sascha says, “Don’t you dare,” voice resonating with alpha dominance.

Normally it wouldn’t affect him, but while getting pounded into the mattress like Sascha’s bitch, worthless for anything else, Avery curls his trembling hand into a fist and obediently draws away from his aching cunt.

“I need to come,” he pleads, sloppy around Sascha’s fingers.

“You will,” Sascha says. “Just like this. From me. Because I told you I’d take care of you.”

Never in his life has Avery come just from penetration, but the command in Sascha’s voice hits him so deep in his marrow he already finds himself almost there. Sascha adjustshis rhythm, driving punishingly hard, sliding Avery up the rumpled sheets until he has to slam his palm against the headboard. The bedframe creaks in warning, but Avery would die before telling Sascha to stop now. Let the damn thing break, if it must.

This.Thisis what he needs, the snarling beast he’s become, desperate to come just from being mounted by an alpha determined to keep him safe through any means necessary.

Sascha’s claws sharpen, sinking into Avery’s ass as he jerks Avery’s hips back to meet his thrusts. They don’t break skin, and Avery knows it’s not incidental. Sascha wouldn’t risk triggering him.

As Avery’s muscles begin to clench, body shaking uncontrollably as he reaches for climax, Sascha puts forth the final burst of power necessary to topple him over the edge. Avery bites down on Sascha’s fingers, unable to hold back a howl of pure, untethered instinct. Sascha fucks him through it, not stopping even when copper blooms hot on Avery’s tongue. He keeps going as Avery descends, chasing a peak of his own.

With Sascha’s blood still slicking his lips, Avery twists, wrenching out of Sascha’s grasp. Not to escape, no, but so he has leverage to force Sascha onto his back. Sascha sprawls on the mattress, expression raw with shock. A confused sound dissolves into a moan when Avery straddles him, taking his cock again despite the ongoing spasms. He rides Sascha hard, the tenderness from earlier a distant memory. Similarly affected, Sascha takes Avery by the throat, dragging him down so he can lick his own blood from Avery’s skin. Avery opens his mouth to accept Sascha’s tongue, nearly weeping as it invades him.

Sascha’s grip tightens as he grows closer, blue-gold eyes lit up with alpha magic, casting a glow over his flushed cheeks. He jerks up two, three times, before his spine arches and hesucks in a ragged breath, the first pulse of his orgasm hot against the walls of Avery’s cunt.

Overwhelmed by the sparks firing behind his eyes, Avery’s body gives in a second time, clenching as Sascha’s cock empties inside. Satisfaction throbs in his core. This is the first time Avery’s allowed anyone this close, and the intimacy damn near destroys him.

“Fuck,” Sascha gasps when Avery collapses over his chest, drawing deep gulps of air like he’s dying for it. Sascha clutches Avery close, only leaving enough room for him to settle his body’s frantic need for oxygen. Avery clings right back, almost wishing Sascha’s hand was still at his neck.

When his breathing evens out, Avery whispers, “Holy shit.”

Sascha’s eyes are closed, and his throat flexes with a hard swallow. “That… was the most intense thing I’ve ever done, like, my entire life.”

A rasping laugh escapes Avery’s sore throat. “Yeah. I… yeah.” He nuzzles Sascha’s collarbone, licking sweat off the dips in his skin. “How’s your, uh, hand?” Sascha lifts it without opening his eyes. “Oh,” Avery says, surprised to see the bite wounds already closed, leaving nothing but a smudge of dried blood. He snags Sascha’s hand out of the air, kissing the spot where his teeth had sunk.

Sascha runs his thumb along Avery’s bottom lip, his chest vibrating with an amused hum. He gentles Avery with a hand in his hair, massaging his scalp, rocking him.

It’s soothing, but as the minutes creep by, an ache once again fires up Avery’s lower body and quickly becomes uncontainable. Heat floods between his legs, swollen skin pulsing an angry reminder of the hormones within—the virus that won’t be settled by a single bout, no matter how incredible. Avery reaches down, fingers drawing through the slick mess of his orgasm combined with Sascha’s come leaking out of him. It sends a soft growl rolling through him,prompting Sascha to open his eyes just in time to see Avery suck his wet fingers into his mouth.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like you need to fuck me again,” Avery mutters around his fingers.

“Already?” Sascha breathes an incredulous laugh. He props himself up on one elbow, then catches Avery by the wrist, keeping him from taking his fingers out of his mouth. He teases, “Bite your own hand this time.”

Arousal already ramping back up, Avery moans as Sascha probes in his mouth, thumbing the fangs he doesn’t remember dropping.

“You’re a mess,” Sascha says while Avery makes an agreeable sound, drool spilling over his lips. “My dick is out of commission for at least the next ten, probably fifteen minutes. But I still got you, don’t worry.” That said, he rolls them over.

Now on his back, Avery clumsily and unsexily struggles to prevent saliva from going up his nose. Sascha hides a chuckle in the crook of Avery’s shoulder, then yelps when Avery flicks him in the ear with gross fingers. He doesn’t fuss, though; he bats Avery’s arm out of the way, moving fluidly to kiss down his chest, then stomach, without lingering. When he comes to the apex of Avery’s thighs, he buries his nose in the crease of his hip and inhales deeply.

“That’s gross,” Avery comments, even as his breath hitches.