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Blake smirked, slipping the ring over the tip of Pember’s cock and nestling it just underneath his head. He kissed it before pressing the button with his tongue.

Pember groaned. Then moaned loudly. He’d expected a vibration, but instead it was a steady pulse that sent ripples of pleasure straight to his balls. “O-oh, God,” he moaned when Blake’s fingers returned to his hole.

Blake smiled against his skin. “Not God, only me.”

Pember moved to lie fully on the sofa, hooking both arms around Blake’s neck.

He pulled him in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, squirming beneath him and tasting slick on his tongue.

It became too much when Blake started pinching his nipples and the ring pulsed faster in reaction to his engorged cock.

With one shivering yelp, he climaxed all over Blake’s hand and into the deep cut of his hips. The ring seemed to pull the seed right out of his balls in shuddering waves, and it spilled out over and over again until it became too much for his overstimulated cock.

Blake sucked his neck and gently slipped the ring off, gripping Pember’s hip and tipping his arse up into the navy blue fabric of his pyjama bottoms.

“O-off. Take them off,” Pember groaned, his voice hoarse and his body boneless. “And your boxers.”

Blake growled, biting Pember’s shoulder as he ripped his clothes off and threw them down the back of the sofa. The elastic strap of the heart rate monitor pinged as that too ended up somewhere across the room.

Pushing them both up, Pember crawled into Blake’s lap and shamelessly began rubbing the alpha’s cock over his soaking wet hole. The piercing slid over the sensitive ring, making him moan and push Blake down until he was fully straddling his waist.

He rocked his hips over Blake’s cock, the slick making it slide effortlessly between his cheeks. Blake snarled and shoved his cock up into the contact, grinding his length against Pember’s hole without breaching it.

The alpha’s hands were all over him—his hips, his thighs, his chest, his arms. Anywhere they could gain purchase. Every time the piercing dragged over Pember’s entrance, he shuddered. Every time Pember shuddered, Blake threw his head back and groaned.

Pember felt powerful having the detective sergeant of the murder squad beneath him, twitching, softly moaning his name into the darkened room.

A bead of sweat rolled down Blake’s temple—evidence of the battle he was having with his self-control.

Pember was slowly undoing that control, bit by bit, with the movement of his hips.

He smiled as he gazed down at the alpha, grinding his pelvis even harder. “Look at me,” he said, echoing Blake’s words. “Look only at me.”

Blake pushed onto his elbows, the muscles in his shoulders lifting and rippling as he gazed up at Pember. Pember leant forward, biting his bottom lip, loving the way Blake gripped his waist to keep him in place.

Blake’s lip popped out from between his teeth with a dribble of saliva, and Pember kissed it before moving to his neck and nuzzling the scent gland behind his ear.

He peppered his chest with dozens of kisses. Tenderly worshipping the scar over his heart, as thought it might undo all the hurt. He wanted it to. God he wanted to heal Blake’s battered soul.

Moving down the sofa, Pember licked the tip of his cock in a series of long, lurid strokes, making the alpha’s thighs twitch every time he flicked over the little ball nestled in his slit. Taking a breath, Pember relaxed his jaw and slid his mouth around the thick crown.

“Fuck,” Blake growled, a muscle tensing in his jaw every time Pember sucked him down. He could tell Blake wanted more, that he wanted to push his head down and fuck his mouth. But he wouldn’t. He’d wait for Pember to try things for himself, which was both wonderful and utterly frustrating.

Hollowing his cheeks, Pember sucked harder, sliding down as far as he could manage without gagging. Blake’s cock was so long, and Pember had no experience of deepthroating, but he was willing to practice. The thought of it sent a thrill of excitement through his belly.

Blake was breathing hard, his cock swelling in Pember’s mouth. His knot was growing hot and beginning to pulsate, so Pember gripped it tight, just like Blake had taught him the night before.

“Fuck, Pem, you’re driving me crazy,” Blake groaned, tipping his head back against the cushions.

Pember hummed, running a hand up his chest to tap the alpha’s chin.

Blake huffed out a laugh and tilted his head forward again.

When their eyes met, Blake’s hand finally gripped the back of his head and urged Pember down.

With one slide into the hot confines of his throat, Blake to grit his teeth and said, “Fuck, Pem, I’m?—”

Blake’s hips wrenched back, trying to dislodge his cock from Pember’s mouth, but he chased it, letting the alpha spill his seed deep into his throat in hot, salty waves. But, being as inexperienced as he was, Pember spluttered like a bloody virgin, the sheer amount of fluid making his eyes water.

Sitting up, he chuckled as Blake’s come poured from his mouth, down his chin and onto his chest. But even as Pember leant forward to kiss his neck, Blake was still coming in his hand, his cock still rigid and pulsating.

Pember gripped it tighter, bracing a hand over Blake’s shoulder as he pressed their foreheads together.

He stroked it until Blake’s breathing finally slowed and the stream of come finally stopped.

Blake was panting, his eyes unfocused as he whispered into Pember’s hair. “Sorry,” he said, words slightly slurred. “I thought my knot was going to behave itself.”

Pember grinned, wiping his mouth across Blake’s shoulder. “That was a lot.”

Blake huffed, letting his hand slip from Pember’s hair to the middle of his back. “It’ll be worse next time. My knot’s almost as greedy as you.”

Pember playfully pinched his chest, but then grimaced as a familiar tension started to build in his lower back. “We should go up to my nest soon. I can feel a heatwave coming.”

Blake nodded, peppering kisses across Pember’s neck. “Can you walk?”

An impish grin spread across Pember’s face. “You know… I don’t think I can. You’d better carry me.” He bit his lip. “ Al-pha. ”

Blake growled, and before Pember could comprehend what was happening, he found himself being flung over Blake’s shoulder.

“I-I-I meant like a princess!” he squealed, gripping Blake’s bicep as his arse stuck unceremoniously into the air. Blake laughed, smacking it as they ascended the stairs.

“Is that so?” he said, turning to bite his arse cheek. “In that case, I think I’ll put this princess to work.”

Pember shivered, toes curling as he grew hard against Blake’s chest once again. “B-back bedroom.” He groaned, mouth dropping open as heat rushed up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. “Oh, shit.”

Blake crossed the landing, stopping in the doorway to no doubt run his eyes over the curtainless window, the baby blue blanket covering the mattress on the floor, the twinkling lights strung up on the ceiling, the dreamcatcher dangling from the wall and the myriad of cushions and throws Pember had strategically placed around the edge of the bed to make himself a little ring of comfort.

The hedgehog cooling pad and Val’s blanket were at the centre of it all.

Letting out a breath, Blake gently placed Pember in its centre and took a step back. He looked down at him, a subtle flush creeping up his neck. “It’s amazing, Pem,” he said softly.

Pember gave a lazy smile and turned on his side. “Thank you. Can you get your clothes from downstairs? I need to carry out some emergency construction if you’re going to fit.”

Blake nodded, but lingered in the doorway.

Laughing, Pember threw a pillow at him. “Go on! I’m not going anywhere.”

Blake sighed and slowly backed out of the room.

Despite the cramps squeezing his hips, Pember had just enough energy to move a few things around and make some extra space for Blake.

Despite being happy with it, he couldn’t help the anger flickering in his belly at never having been allowed to create a nest of his own.

Shaking his head, he pushed all thoughts of his mother aside and carried on rearranging the edges. He chuckled when he heard Blake doing a lap of the house, checking all the windows and doors to make sure they were locked.

Blake was breathing rapidly when he finally returned to the door.

He handed the clothing to Pember, who stuffed it into a space by his pillow.

Eventually, Pember lay flat on his back and looked across at Blake.

Seeing him standing there in all his naked, erect glory made Pember blush.

He was long, lean and perfectly proportioned. An absolute titan of a man.

Pember wet his lips. “Come in,” he said, and without a moment’s hesitation, Blake dropped to his knees and crawled into the space next to him.

He thought it’d be some big moment, letting someone into his nest. Like the stars would align and the angels would sing. Instead, quiet contentment washed over him and his wolf as the world finally felt right.

For once.

His breaths picked up again when Blake settled between his thighs.

“Tell me what to do,” Blake whispered, spreading kisses across his collarbones. “Tell me what feels good.”

Pember let out a long breath, revelling in Blake’s weight. “Biting,” he whined, tucking his arms under Blake’s body “And covering.” Blake’s chest rumbled as he rained bites down over his shoulders, some of them so hard they almost broke the skin. “A-all over, everywhere—ngh?—”

“Pem,” Blake murmured, eyes drifting shut. “I’ll do anything you want, but I don’t want to accidentally give you the bite. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Pember’s stomach dropped. “O-oh God,” he whimpered, covering his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even… It didn’t even cross my mind that it might affect you like that.”