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Gabe

T he ride home is chaos. I’m high as a kite from the pain meds, and Mika is deliciously tense in the driver’s seat, trying to keep his composure. I’m sure I’ve grown extra hands and another tongue because I’m all over him, teasing, touching, licking the edge of his jaw. He growls and swats me away, but the way his eyes darken every time I press against him tells me he’s just barely holding on.

By the time we pull into the driveway, Mika’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. He slams the truck into park, yanks out the key, and lunges for me, but I’m faster. Slipping out the passenger door, I throw him a wicked grin.

“Oh, you wanna play chase, huh, mate?” he growls, stepping out slowly like a predator sizing up his prey.

I laugh, stumbling as I make a run for the porch. My whole body is buzzing with excitement. I know Mika’s going to catch me, and when he does…

The porch is in sight, and I pause, glancing over my shoulder. That’s my mistake. Mika lunges, wrapping strong arms around my waist and tossing me over his shoulder like the proverbial bag of potatoes.

“Caught you,” he rumbles.

I’m giggling—I actually giggle, for shit’s sake—as I grab his ass, pinching hard through the denim. Mika growls, smacking my own ass in retaliation. “You’re going to get stuffed up against the front door if you don’t cut it out,” he warns.

He fumbles with the keys, hands shaking. By the time he manages to unlock the deadbolt, I’ve shoved my good hand down the back of his jeans, kneading his firm, muscular ass. Mika groans, kicking the door open with so much force it bounces off the wall and back into his foot.

I laugh, pushing the door closed behind us before shoving my hand even deeper, massaging the curve of his cheek. He retaliates by cupping my ass, fingers digging into the seam of my jeans, stroking and pressing until I’m panting, desperate for more.

“More, caveman,” I gasp, my breath hitching. “Need you to fuck me.”

Mika growls low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock. He carries me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed like I’m nothing but a toy for him to use. I love it.

He makes quick work of my shoes and socks, then grabs the lube with one hand while stripping off his shirt with the other. “Strip, Gabriel,” he commands, voice deep and rough. “Now. So, I can fuck you like we both need.”

I move to obey, but then I stop, holding up my splinted hand. “Uh, Mika?”

His eyes narrow, flicking to the bandaged hand like it’s an inconvenience he’s planning to work around.

“Don’t care,” he growls, his gaze locking onto mine, molten heat blazing in his eyes. “You’ve got another hand, don’t you?”

I laugh, struggling to wriggle out of my shirt one-handed. Mika steps in, yanking the fabric over my head before working my jeans down with impatient fingers. The man is single-minded, and I love it.

“You’re going to have to do all the work,” I tease, kicking off my pants and spreading my legs in invitation.

Mika grins, feral and full of intent. “Oh, babe,” he purrs, crawling up the bed, his body covering mine. “You’re not going to lift a finger.”

His lips crash against mine, swallowing my laughter, and I don’t mind giving up control. Mika takes it from me, which is so fucking hot, and I’m more than happy to let him.

Mika’s hands are everywhere—hot, demanding, relentless—and I can’t think straight. His growl sends shivers racing down my spine, and I press my head back against the pillow as he looms over me, pinning my arms to the bed. The strength in his grip, the weight of him above me—it’s almost too much, and exactly what I want.

He nips at my lower lip, and when I gasp, his tongue thrusts into my mouth, taking control. Our hips grind together in sync with the rhythm of our tongues, and the rough scrape of my jeans against his cock sends him groaning into my mouth. I feel the desperation in every movement, and I know I’m not far from losing it myself.

Mika pulls back, his breath hot against my cheek. He slides my hands up over my head and presses them against the headboard. “Keep them right there, mate,” he orders, his voice rough and deep. “Hold on to the bottom of that headboard like your life depends on it.”

I nod frantically, gripping the wood hard, my body arching as I try to get closer to him.

“ You’re so fucking sexy,” Mika growls, his lips trailing down to my neck. His tongue flicks out, soothing the bite mark he left there earlier, and I moan, the sensation electrifying. When he starts sucking on that spot, my hips jerk involuntarily, my entire body burning with need.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp rip, and my shirt buttons go flying. “Oh shit! Fuck yeah, caveman!” I shout, bucking beneath him. My body is vibrating with anticipation, my cock aching as Mika’s tongue licks a wet stripe over my chest.

He bites down on one of my nipples, and his fingers pinch the other, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through me. My scream echoes in the room, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

“God, Mika, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” My voice breaks as I beg, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.

“Gonna, babe, I promise.” His voice is soft and steady, and he leans up to kiss away the tears on my face.

He shifts down, straddling my thighs, and I groan when his fingers make quick work of my jeans. The moment my cock springs free, Mika’s gaze locks onto it, his eyes dark with hunger. For a second, I think he’s going to take his time, but then he’s tugging the jeans off the rest of the way and grabbing the lube.

“Let me get you ready, babe.” Mika’s voice scrapes out, raw, and I can see the strain in his body. He’s as desperate as I am.

The cool slickness of the lube makes me shiver as he rubs it over me, his fingers moving with precision and care. Then, the first two fingers press into me, and my head falls back, a shout ripping from my throat when he brushes long fingers against my prostate.

“ Damn, you’re wrapped so tight around me, Gabriel. Like you were made for me,” he mutters, his voice full of awe and lust.

“More,” I gasp, my hips jerking to meet h is hand.

Mika doesn’t make me wait. He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching me with deliberate strokes, and then he adds a third. The stretch burns, but it’s so fucking good I don’t care. When his fingers massage my prostate again, I shriek, the sound ripping out of me so loudly that my throat feels raw.

I’m trembling beneath him, my body completely at his mercy. “Mika,” I whimper, barely able to form the word. “Please.”

His lips brush against my thigh, and I feel the promise in his touch. He’s not going to make me wait much longer, and thank God for that, because I’m not sure I can.

“I can’t wait anymore, babe. I have to…” Mika’s words are a deep, needy growl, and my body responds before I can even process them.

His fingers slip out of me, and I groan at the loss, but then he’s there, his cock pressing against my entrance. My legs are over his shoulders, and before I can beg, he thrusts in deep, burying himself fully inside me. The burn, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness—it’s all perfect. My muscles clamp down on him, and I feel his entire body shudder above me.

Mika pauses, trying to hold still, but I can’t. I use the leverage of my legs to thrust against him, and the noise he makes is feral, sending heat spiraling through me.

He collapses over me, folding me almost in half as he pounds into me. Each stroke is deep, relentless, driving me wild. My good hand braces against the headboard as I push myself down to meet him, needing him as deep as he can go.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, his voice hoarse and raw with passion.

It’s too much, too intense. My whole body clenches, and a guttural scream rips from my throat as I come hard. My cock pulses, spilling hot streams of cum between us, slicking our bellies and filling the air with the sharp, salty scent of my release.

Tha t’s all it takes to push Mika over the edge. He lets out a yell, slamming into me as his cock jerks inside, emptying thick, hot jets into my clenching depths. His hips grind against me, trying to get even deeper, like he wants to lose himself completely in me. The thought sends a wave of satisfaction coursing through me.

I can feel him shuddering above me, his muscles tensing so hard I know they must ache. Then, slowly, he collapses, boneless, onto me.

Mika pulls out, and I groan at the emptiness, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness in his gaze as he looks down at me.

“Damn, Gabriel, I love you more than you can imagine,” he says softly, his voice filled with awe.

I grumble something unintelligible in reply, my body too spent to form words, and watch him as he staggers to the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s holding a warm, damp cloth. He sits at the edge of the bed, and I can’t help but let out a small sigh of approval as he gently wipes me clean. His touch is so careful, so reverent, and it makes my chest ache with how much I love this man.

After Mika cleans himself up, he crawls into bed, and pulls me in tight, careful of my injured hand, snuggling us as close together as possible. This—this—is everything right and good. Us, together, a part of each other. This is where I belong.

We’ve both been outcasts, but now we have our own little pack, our friends, and our dogs. I have no doubt it’s only going to get better, sweeter, and hotter.

A grin tugs at my lips as I drift off to sleep, knowing it’s going to be all of those things—and more—with just a hint of deviant thrown in.