Page 22 of The Night Movers: Season One

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t. I can’t,” he chanted almost to himself.

“You will,” Titus said, his voice vibrating through his chest. “Stop. Fighting.” Ridley’s resistance bled away in an instant, unable to refuse an alpha’s true voice. His alpha. Ridley felt boneless, blinking up at Titus slowly.

“There you go,” Titus said. “Good boy.”

His hands closed around Ridley’s hips, pulling him onto his hard length even as he thrust in, sinking into the hilt.

Ridley’s lips opened in a silent scream, not from pain but something else.

Relief? Satisfaction? Something was finally deep enough to reach that spot inside him and his gratitude escaped with another flood of tears.

“Thank you. Thank you,” he babbled, eyes rolling at the sensation.

Titus held his lower half off the mattress like he weighed nothing, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in with another grunt.

“Jesus, one thrust and he’s already so fucked out,” Ryker said. Hands, probably his, ran over his chest, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks before moving lower. “Fuck, look.”

Titus began to move, fucking him hard and deep, every snap of his hips making Ridley gasp.

He just laid there, somehow both weighted and weightless.

He could barely lift his arms—so sleepy and sated—but his blood was singing in his veins as he stared up at Titus, who was watching his cock disappear into Ridley’s hole.

He looked so hot, sweat glistening off his naked body, his tattoos a complicated tapestry that only seemed to highlight the bulging muscles as he fucked Ridley like he was a sex toy.

“Look, Strawberry,” Diesel said, taking Ridley’s hand and leading it down.

Ridley frowned in alarm at the bump in his abdomen, gaze flying to Titus. His eyes were also glued to the spot, possessive satisfaction rolling off him in waves. It took two hard thrusts for Ridley to realize it was Titus’s cock he was feeling.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Jensen muttered.

Ridley’s hand fell away like he’d been burned. “Is that…am I…okay?”

Titus continued to fuck him relentlessly, heat blooming in his belly and rolling outward to his limbs. How was anything allowed to feel this good? He was so full.

But it wasn’t enough. “Need more,” Ridley heard himself say. “Need Alpha…need your knot. Need you to breed me. Want…want your pups in me. Please,” he mumbled. “Please.”

“I told you,” Titus growled, gripping him tighter. “Fucking insatiable.”

Ridley just knew there’d be fingerprint-shaped bruises he’d see in the mirror tomorrow. Just like earlier, Ridley’s slick squelched loudly with every filthy slap of skin on skin. It was humiliating, but Ridley could only lie there, letting himself be used.

“Fuck. Good boy,” Diesel praised, hand pressing down on his belly until Ridley cried from the pressure. “Taking his cock so well. So good for us.”

“Good… I’m good…” Ridley repeated like a mantra, vaguely aware of the way Titus’s cock was swelling at the base, punching past his rim with alarming ease.

“Yeah, you are,” Diesel agreed, mouthing at his jaw. “Fuck, he’s gonna knot you soon, Strawberry. Can you feel it?” Ridley opened his mouth to say yes, but, instead, he sobbed, overwhelmed by everything .

Diesel was a talker, narrating his first breeding blow by blow.

Titus’s knot was no longer sliding in with ease.

It battered against his abused rim, demanding entrance, but Ridley’s body refused to relent.

What if it really didn’t fit? Ridley knew the minute his body surrendered the pain would evaporate, replaced by something so much better.

“He’s gonna give you what you need. He’s gonna fill up that greedy little cunt, lock his cum inside you. Give you his pups,” Steele growled. “But you have to let him in.”

Ridley pried his lids open to see the others stroking themselves mercilessly, clearly intent on getting off. Ridley whined at the sight, flooding the sheets with even more slick, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every rough thrust. He wanted their cum. He needed it.

Ridley cried out in distress as Titus suddenly pulled free, trying to drag Titus back, but he stayed out of his reach. “I can’t knot you on your back,” he snarled.

He flipped Ridley onto his stomach, dragging his hips back into the air before slamming his cock back home.

Ridley’s head fell to Ryker’s bare thigh, watching him fist his pretty cock.

The new angle made Ridley’s mouth fall open, and he was unable to stop the sounds bubbling from his lips like water as Titus’s cock dragged along his walls, grazing that bundle of nerves inside with every pass.

“Ready for your first knot, Strawberry?” Titus grunted.

“Yes…Alpha,” Ridley managed, words slurred.

Ridley expected the sharp, knife-like pain that shot through him as Titus forced his knot past his rim.

What he hadn’t expected was to come on the spot, euphoria crashing over him as Titus’s knot locked inside.

Unlike his other orgasms, this one kept going and going.

Every time Titus’s hips ground against his, it set off another wave of pleasure.

“Gonna come,” Titus said. “Gonna give you—fuck—give you what you need. ”

Ridley tried to nod, but wasn’t sure he succeeded. “Please…do it, knot me, breed me…claim me.”

The growl that ripped from Titus was inhuman.

He jerked Ridley’s head to the side, sinking his teeth into his neck as he came, throwing Ridley straight into another orgasm.

The scent of blood filled the air just as warmth flooded his abdomen.

His hand landed on his belly, right over the bulge there, feeling Titus’s cock twitch beneath his hand as he continued to spill inside him.

The last thing he remembered was hearing himself whisper, “Oh, my god…”

Then everything went black.