Page 13 of Redeemed Wolf (Grim Wilds #4)

Chapter 13

Silas

We raced upstairs, with his hand in mine. I had just barely enough of my logical mind left to leave my phone where it was in the car, and with Carter’s left back in his car in the restaurant lot, we would have the night without nosy ears potentially listening in.

The full moon was waning, but I could still feel its pull, driving me to obey my base instincts. Eat. Hunt. Mate . Dr. Taylor was certainly right about our beasts being closer to the surface during the full moon. I could feel my beast there, just beneath my skin.

I’d had every intention of taking things slow with Carter. It was clear that he’d been brainwashed by Dr. Taylor, that he had no memory of growing up in the lab, with Dr. Gray experimenting on him, beyond the pain. There was no erasing that. He didn’t remember his siblings, his father, or his wolf… But things had begun to change since I showed up. Had I done something to cause this change, triggered it somehow?

It made Carter vulnerable, in this in-between stage, not fully human or shifter. I needed to be careful with him, tender, but my thoughts were a total mess, and all I could think about was burying myself deep inside him. I needed to breed him.

I was more than a little rattled by this all-consuming need for him. I wrestled with my keys, nearly dropping them in my panic to get the door unlocked before I lost control entirely and took him right here in the hall.

“What about your roommate?” he asked nervously, pressed to my back as he urged me to move faster. He’d already pulled my shirt from my pants, his hands searching, petting, dragging his nails down my back and driving me crazy.

“He’s out,” I grunted, tumbling forward as I got the door open. Pacey was always out at night, especially with the full moon.

Carter stumbled on the way in, but in one move, I had him in my arms and pressed up against the door as I closed it behind us.

He tasted so damn good, like sweet dew and silver moonlight, and I was thirsty for more. He tried to get my shirt buttons undone, but it seemed his fingers weren’t working properly, and he kept letting out these adorable frustrated grunts. Finally, I put him out of his misery and stepped back long enough to tear my shirt free, tossing it somewhere over my shoulder. “Better?” I asked.

“Much.” He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him again.

Carter didn’t kiss with the skill of someone experienced, but his frenzied passion was hotter than anything I’d felt before. It was like he had no preconceived notions of what a kiss was supposed to be, so he just threw himself wholly into it, trusting me to lead.

His hands were plastered to my chest, my abdomen, learning every dip and plane as he traced my scars south, as if following the path they’d set. And while I was happy to let him explore, I thought we could do better than the entryway. We’d made it this far, after all. Why not use the bed?

Refusing to let go, I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, dragging him up and into my arms. He instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist, and we both groaned as our cocks were pinned together between us. The way Carter ground his hips nearly brought me to my knees, and I had to pause in the hall, one hand on the wall to steady myself.

I panted, eyes rolling back as he moved to nip, kiss, lick, suck his way down my neck. I never wanted his mouth anywhere but on my body. “Fuck, Carter. You’re going to be the death of me.” His only response was a mewl as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

I made my way blindly to my bedroom, bumping into every obstacle on the way there. At last, my knees bumped against the bed, and I pried him off me to set him down. “Clothes off,” I commanded, and he rushed to obey.

Kicking off my shoes, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, but when Carter tried to leave his on, I growled in protest. “ All clothes,” I said as I knelt on the bed and grabbed the elastic waistband, peeling his underwear down and off.

The aroma of his slick went straight to my head, and I brought his damp underwear to my nose, breathing in his signature scent. When I opened my eyes, I found Carter watching me nervously, shyly covering his crotch with his hands.

“Sorry, I don’t usually get that… wet,” he said softly.

“Do not apologize,” I grunted, dropping his underwear to the floor in favor of going straight to the source. “Ever. I love it. It means I’m doing my job.” Gripping him, I flipped him over facedown, then canted his hips up so his ass was angled just right. “Now, stay right there while I have my dessert.”

I delved straight in, lapping at his tight pucker like it held the answers to the meaning of life. Because that’s what he was to me. He was everything.

Carter gasped in surprise and tried to jerk away, but I held him in place, spearing my tongue as deep inside him as I could get. His responding moan had an obscene amount of precum soaking into my boxers. He didn’t stop at moans, though. The sounds that came out of him as I ate his ass were the stuff of wet dreams. He was so vocal, telling me how good it felt, that it made learning what he liked a breeze. I could read him as easily as words on a page. It only took me a couple minutes before I knew he must be getting close.

“You taste so good,” I praised, drinking down his slick like it was the finest wine. I traced each pleat until I could remember it in detail, sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time, suckling them gently, before moving back up to his hole.

He was writhing beneath me, the pitch of his moans getting higher, his hands fisting the blanket. “Silas, fuck, I’m going to—”

I slipped a finger inside him, deep, and it set him off like a bottle rocket. His muscles clamped down on my finger, fluttering with his climax. I eased my movements, allowing him to come down from the high.

“I’m sorry,” he moaned, burying his face into the bed. “I didn’t mean to come so fast, and I made a mess. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Little omega,” I purred, stroking his prostate where my finger was still lodged inside him, and his breath stuttered. “What have I said about apologizing?”

“Don’t?” he asked doubtfully, lifting his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“Exactly. Coming fast just means I made you feel really good. Don’t worry, our night is far from over. With any luck, we’re about to make an even bigger mess.” I spiraled my finger inside him, sending off a series of aftershocks. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” he panted.

Once I felt him relaxing enough, I added a second finger, scissoring them to open him up. He was so damn tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was going to stretch him properly first. By the time I added a third finger, he was trying to fuck himself on my hand, and I decided that was ready enough. Otherwise, I was going to come before I even got inside him.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked him, praying to all the gods that he was.

Carter nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted.

He whimpered as I pulled my fingers out, leaving him gaping, and I flipped him over so I could see his face as I filled him. His cock lay thick and hard against his stomach, covered in his cum, and I groaned, licking up a taste as I crawled up his body. Next time , I told myself. Next time I would let him finish in my mouth.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I asked, positioning myself between his bent legs, my arms so shaky I could barely hold myself up.

“No. Tell me,” he whispered, reaching for me. He gazed up at me, his hazel eyes glowing in a way that almost made me wonder if it was his wolf staring back at me. He was so innocent, so earnest, even though he had every right to be bitter, angry, and jaded. It made me feel so unworthy of him.

I paused, the head of my cock resting at his entrance. “You make it so I can’t sleep at night, for wanting you, wishing you were in my bed beside me. I can’t draw breath without searching for your scent in the air, even when I know you’re not there. You’re the sun and the moon, day and night…” I almost laughed, embarrassed by how sappy I was being, but then he cupped my face between his palms and brought me down, our foreheads resting together.

“Me too, I feel exactly that.”

And then as our lips met, tongues dancing, I eased forward, breaching his tight entrance in one slow thrust. I swallowed his every moan and whimper as he clung to me, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pulled me inside him, encouraging me to go deep.

I paused as my balls came to rest on his slick cheeks. Speared on my cock, Carter tried to move, but all it did was drive a white-hot lance of need through me. “Move, Silas. Please, I need more,” he begged.

Helpless to his demands, I drew back until only the crown remained, then thrust back in. His moan was guttural, and he threw his head back, exposing his throbbing pulse. I couldn’t look away as my own heart fell into sync with his.

Shit, he was so hot and wet and tight. My brain was devoid of all thoughts but one— claim . My gums ached as my canines descended, in preparation to mark Carter as our mate for all to see, to make him mine for all eternity, but— no!

I shook my head, blinking hard to clear the fog. I couldn’t do that, not when he didn’t know what it meant, didn’t even know himself enough to make an educated decision. But if Eric saw, he would know what it meant.

So instead, as I drove my cock into him again and again, I sucked up a bruise on his neck, the spot I’d already chosen to bear my bite. I loved the idea of my imprint on his flesh, however temporary, a brand that made him mine. If it was all I could do for now, my wolf would have no choice but to accept it.

“Silas, fuck, more. More! ” Carter bared his neck and yanked on my hair, holding me in place as though begging for the bite, and I wanted nothing more than to give in to the urge. The demand…

I bit down on my lip instead, my mouth flooding with my own blood. It was nowhere near enough to sate my beast, but it would have to do for now.

Carter’s flesh was dripping with sweat, and he shouted as he came a second time, his dick throbbing with the release of his cum. He didn’t soften, though. He remained rock-hard, and if anything, he grew more agitated.

“I need more,” he whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “Why won’t it stop?”

I propped myself above him, blinking hard. “Shit, you’re in heat.” Why hadn’t I realized it? I should’ve been able to notice the change in his scent, but it had crept up on us both.

“What… what does that mean?” he asked, trying to work himself on my cock from beneath. He was so confused, as if he’d never experienced one before—maybe he never had, if Eric had been doing something to suppress his wolf.

“It means you need my knot.”

He started nodding and didn’t stop, his eyelids at half-mast in a lust-drunk state. “Yes, that. Give it to me,” he whined, clamoring at my hips as he tried to coax me to move.

“Have you ever taken a knot before?” I asked, moving in a slow grind to keep myself from coming too soon.

Carter blinked a few times, before frowning and shaking his head. “N-No. I haven’t—I mean, I’m a—”

“It’s okay, but let’s try something different.” I carefully flipped us over without pulling out, until Carter was on top. “I’m giving you all the control. You pick the speed, the depth—whatever you need, I’m yours.”

He was wide-eyed, his cheeks still wet with his tears as he pushed himself up to sitting in my lap. He seemed too stunned to move for a second, but then he lifted himself up and gave an experimental roll of his hips. “Ohh, that’s nice,” he said on a sigh as he lowered back down.

Grinning, I gave him a light slap on the ass. “If you want my knot, you’re gonna have to go faster than that.”

His thighs flexed under my hands as he rose up again. Carter closed his eyes as he picked up speed, his breath coming faster now, gasping for oxygen to fuel his need. His dick bobbed as he rode me hard and fast, palms pressed to my chest for balance. It was so hard to give him that control when all I wanted was to own him.

Carter came again, grunting, but he hardly seemed to notice it. There was no relief to be had, no matter how many times he came. He was starting to lose steam, exhaustion making his moves sloppy and disjointed, and he began to whimper in frustration.

Gripping his hips, I lifted off my cock then dropped him, again and again, fucking up into him, until he was keening. “Silas, pleeeease!” he wailed.

Heat and pressure converged in my core as my balls tightened. With a final thrust, I came hard enough to see stars, my knot swelling from the base of my cock and forcing its way inside him. I felt the moment it hit the sweet spot, because he shuddered, a final dribble of cum spilling from the tip of his dick, before he collapsed on top of me, heedless of the mess this time. He was shaking with exhaustion and emotion.

“Silas, it-it’s too much…” He hiccupped, half sob, as he struggled to pull off my knot, an absolute impossibility right now, and we both hissed at the tug.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” I soothed, rubbing his back and holding him as he shook. “It’ll be over in just a minute.”

In truth, my knot lasted far longer than that, but as he adjusted to the fullness, he began to relax against me. He was still too warm, and I had a feeling he would need my knot again before the night was through. An omega wolf’s heat could last days or just hours. It all depended on whether or not they had their mate with them, and whether or not they got pregnant.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down to feel where we were connected, tracing his stretched rim. My seed was locked inside, and while I should’ve been worried about what a pup would mean to my plans, I couldn’t see past the satisfaction my wolf felt.

Ours…