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Chapter ten

Viktor

Viktor's world narrowed to a single point of pressure—the tight ring of muscle yielding around the head of his cock as he breached Nick for the first time.

"Oh god," Nick choked out beneath him, his body clenching reflexively around Viktor's cockhead.

Viktor nearly lost control at that first squeeze. The heat was indescribable—scorching, silken pressure enveloping the most sensitive part of him. He'd fucked plenty of humans before, but this... this was different. This was Nick—Nick whose scent had been driving him mad for months, Nick whose sharp mind had challenged him at every turn, Nick, who was now taking him inside with a broken gasp that Viktor felt in his bones.

The wolf inside Viktor howled in triumph.

Viktor’s breath came hard and fast, mingling with Nick’s ragged gasps. He gritted his teeth, gripping Nick tighter, holding him exactly where he wanted him.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough, nearly breaking. He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or adoration or something far too dangerous to name.

Halfway inside now, Viktor paused, letting Nick adjust to his considerable size. It wasn't mercy—it was selfish preservation. The tight heat around him was so exquisite that he feared moving too quickly would end this before it truly began. Supporting Nick's weight was effortless with his strength; he could hold this position for hours if necessary, keeping Nick impaled and desperate.

Nick's response shattered that thought. Instead of accepting the reprieve, he tightened his legs around Viktor's waist and used the leverage to force himself down further onto Viktor's cock. The unexpected move drove more of Viktor inside, pulling a feral sound from his throat.

With a final, powerful thrust, Viktor seated himself completely, his hips flush against Nick's ass. The sensation of being fully engulfed in Nick's tight, slick heat was transcendent—a completion he hadn't known he was seeking. Nick's body trembled around him, internal muscles fluttering and clenching as if trying to pull him deeper still.

Then Nick rolled his hips, a wordless demand, and the last of Viktor's restraint shattered.

He withdrew almost completely before driving back in with enough force to make the tree trunk creak behind Nick's back. The sound Nick made—half gasp, half cry—sent fresh heat coursing through Viktor's veins. He established a ruthless rhythm, each thrust powered by inhuman strength, each withdrawal leaving Nick empty and gasping before filling him again more completely than any human lover could.

The slight curve of Viktor's cock dragged relentlessly across Nick's prostate with each powerful thrust. Viktor could tell the moment he found the perfect angle—Nick's entire body jerked, his scent spiking with a fresh wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Viktor maintained that angle with supernatural precision, hammering against that spot with unerring accuracy. No human could fuck like this—with this strength, this stamina, this absolute control over each thrust. He was giving Nick something unique, something only he could provide, and the knowledge fed a dark, possessive corner of his soul.

Mine.

Viktor felt something then—that shift, that instinct clawing up from the depths of his being. It sent a shiver down his spine, the primal call to make sure that when this was over, there would be no doubt about who Nick belonged to…

The sensation started at the base of his cock, a tightening, a swelling that wasn't supposed to happen.

Not here. Not with Nick.

His rhythm faltered for the briefest moment as realization crashed over him.

He was starting to knot.

Panic flashed through Viktor's mind even as his hips continued their relentless drive into Nick's body. This was wrong. Impossible. In all his years running with the pack, all the humans he'd taken during the mating run, he'd never once felt his knot begin to form. It was a sacred part of werewolf physiology—a biological bonding mechanism that emerged only with true mates.

Not with one-night stands. Not with colleagues. Not with Nick from fucking work.

Yet the evidence was undeniable. The base of his cock was thickening, swelling with each thrust, threatening to lock him inside Nick's body. The sensation was excruciating in its intensity, pleasure so acute it bordered on agony.

Viktor's thrusts grew more erratic, less controlled. He tried to hold back, to keep the nascent knot from pressing against Nick's already stretched entrance, but his body had other ideas. With each withdrawal, the swelling pulses drew closer to Nick's rim; with each forward drive, the thickened base threatened to breach him.

When it first pressed against Nick's entrance, Nick made a sound Viktor had never heard before. A gasping, broken noise that was neither pain nor pleasure, but something that was both.

Viktor's control slipped further. The wolf inside him howled, demanding completion, demanding he seat his knot firmly inside Nick's body and flood him with his release. His vision sharpened, the world taking on a heightened clarity. He could feel his canines wanting to lengthen, his fingernails sharpening where they gripped Nick's thighs. His balls drew tight against his body, heavy with release yet unable to find it without the final claiming.

But as he looked down between their bodies, preparing to pull away, he realized Nick was gazing down at it too.

There was no confusion in Nick's eyes. No question about what was happening. Nick knew exactly what that swelling meant. Knew the significance of a werewolf's knot forming for him.

Their eyes met, and Viktor saw something he never expected to find in Nick's gaze: Hunger. A reckless, desperate need that matched the beast raging inside Viktor's own chest.

Nick's tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and Viktor felt the tremor run through him like a live wire. "Shit," Nick breathed, voice barely there. "Well, look at that…"

Viktor’s chest tightened. He should say something. Do something. But he just watched, his own breath coming rough and uneven as Nick slowly—hesitantly—dragged his gaze back up to meet his.

And Viktor saw it then. Everything.

The war waging behind those sharp blue eyes. The push and pull of logic and instinct, of fear and longing. The undeniable, electric need humming beneath it all.

Nick was scared.

And he wanted it anyway.

He watched as Nick bit his lip, a small whimper escaping him. The sound was like a match to gasoline, igniting something deep within Viktor. The thought of pulling out, of leaving Nick the moment he came, felt wrong—almost unthinkable. His instincts screamed at him, a relentless need to claim what was his, to make him his in every possible way.

Viktor’s heart pounded in his chest, the decision warring within him. He could feel the knot growing larger, the pressure building with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a primal urge that demanded satisfaction.

Nick’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. But there was no fear in them, only a deep, burning need that matched Viktor’s own. His heels dug into Viktor's ass, spurring him on.

"Scared?" Nick gasped out, his voice strained but defiant even as Viktor's cock continued to pound into him. "Afraid you can't— fuck! —back up all that big bad wolf talk?"

The taunt hit Viktor like a physical blow. Even now, pinned and impaled, Nick was challenging him. The audacity of it, the sheer, reckless courage… It broke the last thread of Viktor's restraint.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," Viktor growled, the words barely human.

Nick's eyes flashed, a dangerous smile curling his lips despite the near-constant moans Viktor's thrusts were wringing from him. "Try me."

Something snapped in Viktor's chest—control, reason, sanity—all of it surrendering to the primal need coursing through his veins. With a snarl that echoed through the clearing, he adjusted his grip on Nick's thighs, spreading them wider, positioning himself perfectly.

"Mine," Viktor growled, and slammed forward with all his supernatural strength.

The half-formed knot breached Nick's entrance in one brutal thrust. Nick's shout tore through the night, his back arching violently off the tree. "Fuck!" he cried out, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Victor— shit , that's big—"

Viktor couldn't speak, couldn't think. The sensation of his knot expanding inside Nick's clenching heat was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It grew with each pulse of his heartbeat, stretching Nick from the inside, binding them together in the most primal way possible.

Nick was taking it—impossibly, incredibly—his human body adapting to the inhuman intrusion. His eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, pupils blown so wide the iris was just a thin ring of color.

When the knot reached its full size, locking them together completely, Viktor released a guttural groan that was more wolf than man. The pressure was exquisite, Nick's inner muscles squeezing his sensitized knot, sending jolts of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain shooting up his spine.

"God," Viktor gasped, his voice wrecked. "You're taking all of me."

He couldn't withdraw now, couldn't pull out more than a fraction of an inch without sending them both into paroxysms of sensation. Instead, he began to rock, grinding his hips in tight circles that kept his cock buried deep, his knot pressed firmly against Nick's prostate.

The effect on Nick was immediate and devastating. His entire body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on Viktor's knot with each grinding thrust. Broken sounds spilled from his lips—half-formed pleas, curses, Viktor's name repeated like a mantra. Nick's legs tightened around Viktor's waist, heels digging into his back, using the leverage to grind himself down harder onto Viktor's knot. The move was so unexpected, so perfectly Nick, that Viktor felt his climax building with unstoppable force.

"Can't—" Nick gasped, his cock leaking against his stomach. "Too much—gonna—"

Nick's words dissolved into a broken cry as his body seized, his back arching violently off the tree. His cock jerked between them, untouched, shooting thick ropes of come across his stomach and chest.

The contractions around Viktor's knot were unlike anything he'd ever felt—powerful, rhythmic clenching that rippled along his entire length but concentrated most intensely where they were locked together. Each spasm squeezed his swollen knot with devastating precision, milking him with primal efficiency. It was as if Nick's body had been designed to wring every drop from him, to take everything Viktor had to give and demand more.

" Fuck ," Viktor growled, the sensation almost unbearable in its intensity. Nick pulsed around him, squeezing in waves that started deep inside, massaging his knot in a way that had Viktor seeing stars.

Viktor increased his pace, the short, grinding thrusts growing more forceful. The tree bark cracked behind Nick's back, splinters raining down around them. Neither noticed. The world had narrowed to the points where their bodies were joined, to the knot binding them together, to the pleasure building between them like an electrical storm.

When Viktor's release finally hit, it wasn't the quick, sharp climax he was used to. It was a tidal wave: powerful, overwhelming, endless. His body went rigid, muscles locking as the first pulse tore through him with almost violent intensity. He threw his head back, a primal roar ripping from his chest as his cock jerked within the tight confines of Nick's body.

The first surge of his release was so intense it bordered on pain, hot and thick, pumping deep into Nick where no one had ever reached before. His knot pulsed with each wave, swelling to its absolute limit, stretching Nick in ways that had the human gasping and clutching at Viktor's shoulders.

"F-fuck, I can feel it," Nick choked out, eyes wide with shock. "Can feel you coming inside me—so much—"

Viktor couldn't respond, couldn't form words as his body emptied itself in endless waves. Each pulse seemed stronger than the last, each surge of release wrenched from somewhere deep and primal inside him. He'd never come like this—had never experienced this bottomless well of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

His hips jerked in small, uncontrollable movements, grinding his knot against Nick's prostate with each pulse. The stimulation had Nick's spent cock twitching valiantly between them, trying to respond even when there was nothing left to give.

The intensity of it built until Viktor thought he might actually die from the pleasure, his heart hammering against his ribs, sweat pouring from his skin, his entire being focused on the point where their bodies were joined. His vision blurred as his control slipped further.

Distantly, he registered Nick's fingers digging into his shoulders, heard the broken sounds spilling from Nick's lips as Viktor's endless release filled him beyond capacity. The knot kept everything contained—a perfect seal that ensured not a single drop would escape, that every bit of Viktor's seed would remain locked inside Nick's body.

Time lost meaning. Viktor couldn't tell if his climax lasted seconds or minutes, only that when the initial intensity finally ebbed, his knot was still locked firmly inside Nick's trembling body.

He pressed his forehead against Nick's, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and shaking from the intensity of what had just happened between them. Viktor's mind was clearing slowly, the implications of what he'd done—what they'd done—starting to filter through the haze of pleasure.

He'd knotted a human. He'd knotted his mate. There was no going back from this, not for him, not for his wolf. He'd claimed Nick in a way that went beyond the physical, beyond even the emotional.

Nick exhaled a shaky laugh, but there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable beneath the teasing bravado. "I was right," he murmured, voice unsteady. "You really are obsessed with me."

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies locked together, breathing ragged and uneven. The night pressed in around them, the distant rustle of leaves and the faint chirping of crickets the only sounds beyond their slowing breaths. Viktor's body ached in the best way, muscles wrung out, heartbeat still hammering in his ears.

Nick let out a breathy chuckle, hoarse from overuse. “So,” he murmured, tilting his head back just enough to meet Viktor’s gaze. His blue eyes were hazy, unfocused, but there was still that ever-present glint of mischief. “Was that a one-time thing, or should I start calling you my alpha?”

Viktor groaned, letting his forehead drop against Nick’s shoulder. “I hate you.”

Nick’s laughter was softer this time. “No, you don’t.”

He was right. And that was the real problem.

Viktor pulled back just enough to study him, to take in the flushed skin, the lazy curve of his lips, the way he still hadn’t let go. Everything was different now. There was no pretending this hadn’t changed something fundamental between them. “You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?”

Nick grinned, wicked and satisfied. “Oh, absolutely.”

And despite himself—despite everything—Viktor felt the ghost of a smile tug at his lips.