Page 136 of Blood Fist

“Alpha,” Ridan pleaded, kicking at Brune when he took too long.

That earned him a nip on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. “Shh.” He was hushed as Brune ducked his head and took his first taste of Ridan’s slick. He rumbled in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed as his hot tongue lapped up the sticky sweet fluid. Fingers dug into Ridan’s ass, raising him up so that Brune could get more of his slick, soaking his skin and dripping against his tongue.

He ignored the way Ridan writhed, hips bucking as he made his way to the source of his slick. Brune’s quick kitten licks were maddening. Touching him just enough to send small flickers of pleasure to his core, but not enough to douse the flames.

When Brune’s hot tongue slipped through the slick to press against his hole, he nearly cried in relieved frustration. It was good, but not enough. He could smell Brune’s musk, his comforting scent pickled in arousal.His alpha.And he wanted him.

Ridan clawed at his hair, whining even as his hips stuttered when Brune’s nimble tongue broached the tight ring of muscle, taking his time to explore. His fingers joined, scissoring at his sensitive rim, and curling experimentally. They were a little clumsy, a little heavy handed in places and tentative in others.

“Alpha! Please!” Ridan cried in a voice he didn’t recognize.

Brune lifted his head, clear slick dripping from swollen lips to soak down his chin. He chuffed, kissing Ridan’s hip before prowling back up his body.

“I’m here, I’m here,” Brune shushed in a voice thick with alpha. He rubbed his neck glands against Ridan’s. It was like being doused in Brune’s scent. He couldfeelhim—his emotions in abstract strokes and vague concepts that couldn’t be quantified in words. But Ridan understood anyway. His breath stuttered; fingers curled into claws, digging into the broad expanse of Brune’s back.

Grunting, mouth open to breathe, Brune sat back so he could look down at Ridan. His eyes were blown, nearly black with want. Fangs dropped to prick against his full lower lip, Brune reached up to stroke some of Ridan’s hair back from his face.

“I love you, Ridan.”

Brune had promised himself to Ridan, got down on one knee, and vowed to follow him wherever he went. He had compared him to the starry night sky. He had saved his life more times that Ridan could count.Brought him food when he needed to eat and lent him a shoulder to rest on.

And yet, of all those things, it was those simple words that made tears streak down his cheeks.

He laid went kisses against his lips, drew him close as their scents commingled in the way that they were always meant to.

“I love you, too,” he stuttered, lips smearing against each other because Ridan needed to feel Brune’s breath against him. To feel the prick of his sharp teeth as a reminder that this was real, that it wasn’t just a heat fueled fantasy.

Someone removed Brune’s pants—Ridan didn’t know which one of them, or if they fared any better than his own—and he could feel it. Brune’s cock was thick and long. It was so much bigger than Ridan’s own. Comparing them would be laughable. Yet Ridan felt no shame. Like in all things, Brune never made him feel anything but pride for what he was. Who he was.

The head of his cock was purple, veins dark and throbbing under taut skin. His heavy balls rested below an already growing knot. Ridan had seen naked alphas in passing. Usually in a wrestling bout or dressing out in the field. But this was Brune.This washisalpha. And he allowed himself to look, to reach down and run fingers over the hot skin. To trace those veins and smear the pre cum along its spongy head.

Brune ducked his head, jaw clenched, and eyes closed as he explored. His arms shook from holding back, small groans of tortured pleasure spilling against Ridan’s skin.

“I can’t wait?—”

“Then don’t.” Ridan spread his legs, wrapping them around Brune’s waist so his cock could slip through the mess on his thighs.

Like a dam breaking, Brune lost any control he had.

Rearing back, he jerked Ridan into his lap. He wiped Ridan’s slick over his cock, leaning forward to brace on one hand and guiding his cock with the other to press against Ridan’s glossy rim.

It stung. Pain spiking for just a moment before Brune’s head breached him. Ridan gasped, thighs clenching on either side of Brune as the alpha mumbled his name between breathy moans.

He didn’t stop pressing in until the wiry hair at the base of his cock was drenched in slick. It was a lot. A fullness that should have hurt, but Ridan only felt pulses of pleasure and elation. Nothing at all like the fingers he was used to. This was what he’d been missing. This sense of connection, ofperfection.

Jerkily, Brune began to thrust. Small at first, it didn’t take him long to cage Ridan between his arms so he could plunge into him. Long, slow strokes from the base to the very tip of his cock, Ridan’s rim stretched along the thick head before it punched back into him.

So many sensations sparkled along his skin—the sweat cooling on his skin, the stretch of his hips, the incessant pleasure spiking with every stroke, his cock bouncing with the power in Brune’s strokes, and above all, the man. His angular jaw parted with his heaving breaths, the fine wrinkles around his eyes where they were squeezed shut, the dark lashes fanning across his cheeks.

Ridan’s toes curled, his entire body going taut the first time Brune hit that spot. The one Ridan struggled to get to on his own. And once he found it, he didn’t stop. He bullied it until Ridan was crying out with every thrust, littleah ah ah’sspilling from his lips.

His orgasm came fast. Building from his thighs, it was like a string being pulled taut until it snapped.Ridan’s nails dug into Brune, back bowing, as his orgasm ripped through him in a way that made all the preceding ones look like nothing more than a pleasant buzz. Watery omegan cum splattered across their bellies as Brune continued to thrust, pressing his forehead into Ridan’s as he worked him through the waves of pleasure that crashed over him.

Before he could come down, he felt Brune falter. His body going taut as his knot expanded, shortening his thrusts.

Ridan’s lips tingled, soaked lashes parting as he looked up at his alpha. Their eyes met, and then Brune’s knot slipped into him. It hurt in the best way; the stinging a perfect prelude to the pleasure that followed.

As his knot expanded, Brune howled, body shaking as it locked, and he came. The heat was blinding, smelted against oversensitive nerves.