Page 67 of Bound to Exiles (Rejected Wolf Pack #5)

His hand released its grip on my hair, trailing down my chest along the pink scar that still traveled from my ribs to my belly button from a job gone wrong years ago. He popped open the button on my pants, then got off the bed to remove his own.

I watched him with hungry eyes as I raised my hips and kicked off my pants, leaving myself naked and exposed to him. His gaze devoured me, especially when I slid my hand down to give my dick one lazy pump.

He growled. “Do I need to force you to do as I commanded?”

His dick strained with need, making my mouth water with the desire to lick and suck on him again. But Gage had other ideas, and I had I feeling I was going to like them. So I rolled over, giving my dick some relief by grinding into the sheets.

I didn’t have long to wait until my pack alpha’s hands found their way to my body.

One hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass. I felt his fingers dip between my cheeks, exploring, teasing at my entrance. Lying there and letting him explore was shocking and electric, making me gasp against the sheets.

I heard the pop of a cap, and Gage chuckled. “Let’s see what you think of this.”

His lubed fingers suddenly met my hole, making me jump.

Prior to Zak, it had been a long time since I let another man do this to me, and it had always been unsatisfying.

Less dominant wolves always hesitated when fucking me, an alpha.

It felt unnatural to them when their wolves wanted to submit to me.

Even Zak hadn’t been fully comfortable with it, though he’d put on a good show.

I loved topping, so it usually wasn’t a problem. But I also loved bottoming, and it was rare to find a dominant wolf who would fuck me properly. This time would be different, I knew.

“Tell me what you want, Heath,” Gage demanded, his voice husky as he pressed one finger inside me.

I bit back a moan, my body instinctively arching into his touch. “You know what I want.”

He added a second finger, stretching me with deliberate slowness. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it.”

His fingers lit me up from the inside as he brushed over my prostate.

The truth was, I couldn’t actually narrow down what I wanted.

I wanted everything. All of him. I wanted all the things I’d always dreamed of and never thought I’d have the chance to experience with him.

For some reason, the memory of the time Gage had walked in on me fucking my hand while thinking about him resurfaced.

“I want you to face-fuck me until I can’t breathe,” I panted as his fingers stroked me open.

“No,” Gage growled, fingers pushing in deeper, harder. “You submitted, which means I get to decide how I use this sexy body of yours.”

“Fuck you,” I groaned, but there was no heat in it.

He knew what I wanted most of all, and I had a feeling he was ready to give it to me at last. His fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids and wordless, needy moans fall from my lips.

“Say it, Heath. Admit you want my dick in your ass. Admit you want to be dominated by another alpha.”

Through the bond, I felt a surge of desire from Zak and Freya at Gage’s filthy words.

Their arousal fed into mine, creating a feedback loop of need that threatened to consume me.

Then Freya was coming, her pleasure lighting up the bond among all of us as Flint bit down on his mate mark, making her fall to pieces .

“Wait,” I gasped, fearing I might actually come with just Gage’s fingers as we watched Freya losing her mind, triggering Flint’s release not long after.

As they came down from their high, panting for breath, I turned my head, meeting Gage’s eyes with defiance even as my body betrayed me by pushing back against his fingers.

“I don’t want to be dominated by just any alpha,” I growled.

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I saw uncertainty flicker across his face and felt it loud and clear in the bond. I answered with reassurances as I reached back, grabbing his wrist to still his movements.

“I want you, Gage. I want you to fuck me so hard we both wonder why we didn’t do this sooner.”

My honesty shocked him. His pupils dilated, and I felt a tremor in his fingers as he withdrew them.

Stunned silent, he positioned himself behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I braced myself, eager for what was coming, but then he hesitated. I felt his uncertainty ripple anew through our bond.

“Heath,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The concern in his voice took my breath away.

I glanced back over my shoulder to see his face — those fierce blue eyes now clouded with worry, his powerful body poised but restrained.

Through our bond, I felt what he couldn’t fully express: the weight of this moment, the fear of crossing a line we could never uncross.

“Don’t overthink it,” I said desperately, pushing back slightly against him. “I can handle it. Remember, I’m an alpha too. I can take your cock.”

His lips quirked up at one corner. “So eloquent.”

“Just hurry up and put it in before I change my mind about letting you top,” I challenged, though we both knew how desperately I needed him right now.

With his dick still notched at my entrance and driving me crazy with need, Gage’s hand traced down my spine, a tender gesture amidst our dominance battle .

“This isn’t a sacrifice for you, is it? You actually want this — want me to hold you down and fuck you.”

His words made my cock throb painfully against the sheets.

“Yes,” I growled, my voice rough. “I’ve wanted it for years… decades! Now stop talking and fuck me.”

That was all the permission he needed. With his hands on my hips, Gage pushed forward, breaching me with agonizing slowness.

The stretch burned, a delicious pain that made my breath catch.

He was big — bigger than I’d imagined during all those nights I’d fantasized about this — and the fullness was overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained as he sank deeper. “You’re so tight.”

I bit my lip and bore down. My body gradually relaxed around him, adjusting to the intrusion. When he was fully seated, he paused, allowing me to acclimate. The consideration in the gesture made something in my chest ache.

“Move,” I demanded, pushing back against him. “I’m not made of glass.”

Gage chuckled, the sound vibrating through me where our bodies connected. “My hungry alpha.”

Him claiming me so affectionately soothed something in my heart, even as it heated my blood even more.

He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, harder this time. The friction sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, and I couldn’t hold back a moan. He established a rhythm, each thrust more forceful than the last, his grip on me tightening as he found his confidence.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He responded by angling his hips, hitting the spot inside me and making my vision blur. “Like this?” he growled, repeating the motion.

“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets. “Right there.”

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Everything inside me was focused on his solid body moving over me, his overpowering dominance pressing down on me, his thick cock invading me. This was what it meant to be taken by a dominant alpha.

This was what I’d waited for. I was dimly aware of sounds from the other room — moans and gasps that suggested our packmates were equally lost in pleasure — but my focus remained on Gage, on the way our bodies moved together as if we’d been doing this for years.

The physical sensations were incredible.

The stretch and slide of him inside me and the pressure of his body over mine threatened to push me over the edge far too soon.

But it was the emotional impact that threatened to undo me completely.

At last, I had him. Gage, my best friend, my pack alpha, the man I’d wanted for years but thought I could never have.

The reality of him inside me, claiming me, was more overwhelming than I’d ever imagined.

Through our bond, I felt his pleasure mingling with mine, intensifying everything. I could sense his wonder, his satisfaction, and beneath it all, the emotion he wasn’t ready to name but that I recognized instantly. Love. He might not say it, might not even acknowledge it to himself, but I knew.

And that knowledge filled me with a joy so profound it bordered on pain.

“Heath,” Gage said, his voice rough with emotion. He suddenly withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and confused until his hands gripped my shoulders, flipping me onto my back.

I stared up at him, breathless, as he positioned himself between my legs again. His eyes, now more gold than blue, locked with mine.

“I want to see your face,” he said, hooking my legs over his forearms. “I want to look you in the eyes when I make you come.”

His words sent a fresh wave of desire through me. This wasn’t about dominance anymore. It was something deeper, more meaningful. I reached up, cupping his face in my palm, my thumb tracing the line of his beard.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenged, though my voice had lost its edge.

Gage lined himself up and pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust, the new angle hitting places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. I arched off the bed, my hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.

“Fuck, Gage,” I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him at this new angle.

He established a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect, each thrust deliberate and deep. With our bodies face to face, there was nowhere to hide — no way to pretend this was just about physical release. His eyes never left mine, watching every expression of pleasure that crossed my face.