Page 8 of Kept (Mating Run #4)

Eli clenched around Kade’s fingers, his whole body curling with the aftershocks of release. Come painted his stomach and chest in slick, hot streaks, dripping slowly down his ribs. His skin gleamed with sweat, freshly spent and open in every way that mattered.

But Kade didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

His fingers stayed deep, knuckles pressed firm, and he felt it—the subtle ripple of Eli’s body around him, still fluttering, overstimulated, pliant. Still trusting. No resistance. Just raw, exhausted surrender, trembling beneath him.

He could’ve pulled back, let Eli curl up and rest, watched him fall asleep with dried come on his skin and a dazed smile on his mouth.

But that wasn’t what this night was.

Not anymore.

Because something wild was coiled inside Kade—tight as a trapwire and twice as dangerous—and it snarled against the ragged wall of his restraint.

Kade sucked in a low breath through his teeth and looked down at him, this soft, flushed thing sprawled open across his bed like a goddamn offering.

Eli’s thighs were shaking, parted and bent just so, one of Kade’s arms still hooked under his leg to keep him open wide.

His cock lay soft now, wilted against his thigh, sensitive and slick with his own release.

But it wasn’t over. Not yet.

Kade’s fingers flexed inside him—lightly, gently—and watched the shiver ripple through Eli’s belly. The boy moaned under his breath, a wounded, overstretched sound that made Kade’s whole body flinch with want.

He could feel it building again.

The little involuntary shifts of muscle, the breathless tension tightening behind Eli’s hips—his body trying to flee even as it fucked itself slowly back onto Kade’s hand.

So responsive.

So ruinable.

Kade’s cock throbbed untouched in his shorts, stiff and leaking, a heavy ache pressing up against the fabric. His knot was already forming—distant, dormant, forced down where it belonged. He was keeping himself leashed. Just barely.

It would be so easy.

To climb on top of this boy, throw his legs over his shoulders, and fuck into him until Eli broke apart, soaked in sweat and scent and come. To fill him, mark him, bury all that wildness in the only rhythm that would match it.

But no.

That wasn’t what this was. Not now.

Animals took.

Kade wanted to give .

His wolf growled at the leash, pacing in his chest, desperate and starving—but Kade smothered it.

Swallowed it down and fed it Eli’s moans instead.

Fed it the little gasps, the way Eli’s head tilted to the side like he was exposing his throat just to be touched softer.

Fed it on the way Eli pressed into the mattress and twitched every time Kade’s fingers curled forward?—

There.

That spot.

Kade pressed to it, slow and unrelenting, and Eli convulsed like he’d been touched with flame.

A gasp broke from his throat. A noise without shape or shame. Just heat.

Kade’s control coiled tighter. “You feel that?” he whispered near Eli’s jaw, his voice rough—more grit than tone. “Still wired for it. Still open.”

Eli squirmed, hips jolting back and forth against the pressure, but his leg stayed lifted over Kade’s arm, his hands grabbing nothing but air and sheets.

“Kade, I—I can't…”

“You can.” Kade kissed the side of his neck, nosed through the damp hair at his nape. “You’re already so close. Just ride it.”

Eli's overstimulated body shuddered hard, feet sliding useless across the sheets, mouth open on a cry.

Kade’s other hand left Eli’s thigh and pressed down on his lower belly, grounding him. Holding him right there, impaled and unable to rise off those fingers fucking deeper into him.

“Don’t pull away,” Kade said, tone soft and brutal. “Ride it out. You’re gonna come again just like this.”

Eli let out a desperate moan and bit into his wrist, whole body kicked into high tremble.

Kade licked a line along his jaw. Pumping his hand faster now, fingers deep and curling, dragging pressure again across that bundle of nerves?—

Eli broke.

He jerked once, violently, and then came—without a hand on his cock, without permission, without anything but Kade’s voice in his ear and his fingers jammed so deep inside he could barely breathe through it.

The orgasm crawled through his body like fire catching on dry grass: slow at first, then destroying everything in a blink.

His stomach spasmed, soft cock kicking with helpless pulses.

Nothing left to give, and still, his body tried to come again, muscles clenching down on Kade’s fingers so hard it almost hurt.

Kade groaned, nearly losing himself at the feel of it: Eli squeezing around him like his body never wanted to let go.

It filled him with heat, molten and dangerous. Kade’s cock throbbed again, kicking against the inside of his shorts, soaked now. He’d made himself hold back, fingers slick and buried deep, but the urge to drag Eli onto his lap and take him burned through every nerve.

Kade pulled his fingers slowly from Eli’s wrecked hole. The grip fought him for a second, clinging, refusing to empty fully. He withdrew with patience.

Eli had given him something most men begged for and never earned.

Trust.

Real, trembling trust.

The kind you don’t find in a bar or ask for with a price tag. The kind you’re handed blindly by the universe and told, Here. Don’t fuck it up .

Eli sagged into the bed, legs splayed, breathing shallow but steady. His chest gleamed, come drying in messy streaks beneath his throat, sweat running in fresh rivulets down the curves of his sides.

Kade leaned over him, kissed the hollow of his hip. “You did so fucking good for me,” he murmured.

Eli didn’t respond with words. Just a soft noise, a trembling exhale, limbs finally stilling.

Kade stayed beside him, breathing in sync. He could still feel Eli’s heartbeat—fast and fluttering—against his chest. His own pulse thundered where it had no business being gentle. He’d gotten the boy off twice, pushed him past every edge, and somehow it still wasn’t enough.

He wanted to keep touching him. Not even to get himself off—though the throb in his cock was heavy and searing—but just to feel Eli’s skin, his weight, that trust soaking through his muscles.

He tightened his arm slightly around Eli’s waist, thumb brushing over the damp skin, and the boy shifted, a slow stretch of tired limbs and aching joints, like he was coming back into his body, cell by cell.

And then Eli looked up. His eyes met Kade’s.

Not glazed. Not distant. Still dazed, but steady: like something in him had surfaced through the pleasure, some strange flicker of clarity. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted and pink from his own bitten cries.

Kade sucked in a breath and didn’t release it.

“Want you,” Eli whispered.

There was no performance in it. No coyness. Just honesty that made Kade freeze to the damn marrow.

“All of you.”

The world dropped out from under him.

He clenched his jaw too hard. His cock surged, heat curling in his spine, sweat sudden at the back of his neck. He felt like he was being lit from the inside.

Eli wasn’t supposed to say that. He wasn’t supposed to look at Kade with those huge, sleep-heavy eyes like what he saw in front of him wasn’t a threat.

Not a monster.

Not a stranger.

Just… Kade.

All of him.

Something sharp and sweet twisted low in Kade’s gut. It made him want to run. To devour. To cover Eli’s body with his mouth until every inch of him was fucking claimed—but it also made him want to lay down beside him forever and not move.

He swallowed thickly.

“You don’t even know what you’re saying, baby,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “You’ve just come twice. You’re floating.”

“I’m not,” Eli said, and his voice—fuck, his voice was firm. “I know. Dreamed of it for so long... I want it.”

Kade’s throat closed. His cock throbbed deep, and the friction of the fabric burned like punishment. He hadn’t touched himself once, too focused on Eli to even grind against the bed—but now the control was buckling.

Because Eli had asked.

Not begged. Not begged, not pleaded.

Asked.

With all that soft strength, wide eyes that didn’t flinch, with his body limp and pleasure-drunk, but ready.

This boy wasn’t just good.

He was perfect.

And he was his.