LOGINJack's flat had become a second home for his buddy, Amy, who hardly went back to his unless he had to pick up new clothes. Jack didn't mind at all. He loved it whenever Emy stayed longer than planned, even though he teased him constantly.After dinner, they decided to have a drink to celebrate the end of their last semester at the University. Emy leaned against the kitchen island with a knowing smile. He enjoyed watching Jack. Hell, it was his damned favourite pastime ever since he realised that as an alpha, he liked other alphas. It was against everything werewolves believed. An alpha shouldn't like other alphas. Female alphas don't even marry male Alphas, just because of the power imbalance such a union would cause. “Another?” Jack rumbled from the living room as he lifted his empty whiskey glass.Emy pushed off the counter. “I’ll get it.”He moved past the couch, close enough for his thigh to brush Jack's shoulder; it was a calculated accident. Jack didn’t flinch. He just watched
Princely gripped Noble’s hip as he wrapped his other hand around his dick, his thumb pressing deliberately against the barbell. Noble cried out, and his hips stuttered forward into Princely’s fist.“Show me,” Princely breathed, “Show me how.”Noble’s breath hitched. He shifted his weight, still straddling Princely’s hips, and his hand came down to cover Princely’s, where it gripped his hip. His fingers were trembling as he guided Princely’s hand back over the curve of his ass, pressing his palm flat against the firm muscle.“Here,” Noble whispered, the word rough. He pushed Princely’s hand down between his cheeks. The skin was hot, surprisingly soft. Princely’s fingers brushed against something slick, wetness that wasn’t sweat.Princely froze. His brain stuttered, then caught up. Noble had prepared like he did each night, b hoping that night would be the day he would take him. “You—” Princely started, but the sentence died.Noble nodded as he dropped his forehead against Princely’s s
Princely came with a broken shout, his body bowing forward. Noble took it all, swallowing steadily, his throat working, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t pull away until the last pulse had faded, until Princely was spent and shuddering, softening in his mouth.Finally, Noble released him and leaned back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing ragged. He looked up at Princely, his expression unreadable for a moment, then that familiar, teasing glint returned to his eyes, though it was softer now, sated. “Mood’s better?”Princely, boneless and wrecked, could only stare down at him. He slowly sank to his knees until they were face-to-face on the floor. He reached out, his hand trembling, and cupped Noble’s jaw. His thumb brushed Noble’s wet, bruised lower lip.Noble leaned into the touch, his eyes closing for a second. Neither of them moved until Princely lifted his right hand to touch Noble's lips, while his left hand went lower. Despite what the
He wrapped his hand around him, then around the cool, smooth metal. His thumb brushed over the barbell, feeling the small, perfect spheres at each end. Noble hissed as his hips jerked minutely into the contact.“Christ, Nob,” Princely breathed, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He stroked him from root to tip, his thumb passing over the piercing again. The sensation was foreign and electric under his palm.Noble’s head fell back as a low groan tore from his chest. “Yeah. Just like that.” His hands came up, and he fisted in his hair, elbows pointing out as he surrendered to the touch. The muscles of his abdomen stood out, tensing with each pass of Princely’s hand.Princely watched his friend come apart with a simple stroke. The power of it was dizzying. This was Noble, who never flinched and who laughed everything off. Now he was shuddering, his breath coming in ragged pulls, because of Princely’s hand on him. The frustration that had coiled in Princely’s gut all night transfo
The flat door slammed shut behind Princely, but he didn't even flinch. He was frustrated and didn't even care about anything else. Noble, who was watching a movie when he stepped into their flat, raised a brow. “Rough night?” He asked, already knowing the answer. Princely always carried his mood on his sleeves. It wasn't that difficult to know when he was frustrated and when he wasn't. He switched the movie off so he could focus on him.“Fuck yes!” Princely paced the floor, running his hands through his hair. The living room felt too small, and the walls too close, for the young student who just wanted to vent his frustrations. “She wasn't in the mood.”Noble looked down at his friend. The outline of his cock was visible in the shorts he was wearing. He knew, without being told, that his roommate was frustrated. This wasn't the first time he had returned after meeting his girlfriend, acting as if the world was about to end. Noble had been in love with Princely since they became room
Draco's mouth left his lips and travelled across his jaw, down his throat, pausing at his pulse point. The demon's tongue pressed flat against it, and León's hands tangled in that dark hair, holding him there. Draco's breath was cool, his lips cool, but the trail they left burned.Draco's tongue traced a path through the sweat and the residue of blood, cleaning him with a reverence that made León's eyes sting. The cuts stung where they were touched. Draco paused at his nipple. He circled it once with his tongue before he drew it into his mouth. León gasped, and his back arched involuntarily. The suction was gentle, almost teasing, and Draco's hand came up to cup his other side, thumb stroking the sensitive skin, giving equal attention.“Draco,” León whispered. The name felt strange on his tongue because he didn't know if he had the right to use it.Draco's silver eyes flicked up to his, and something in them flared. Approval, maybe, or hunger.His mouth continued downward, dipping int
“You don't need to be to help me.” Miguel pressed his father's hand flat against his chest. His nipple pushed against Kielan's palm, and Miguel let out a shaky breath. “Just… touch 'em. Make 'em feel better.”On the other couch, his mother laughed at the television, unaware of what was happening a
A violent tremor ran through Richy’s frame, and he wrapped his arms around himself, nails digging into his biceps before he gave one tight nod.Jax’s jaw tightened. “Did he touch you beyond the exam?”Another nod.Richy’s breath hitched. “He… he f-fucked me," he stuttered. “On the table. He just… h
The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.”With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood
Ethan obeyed. He drove into him, deeper, faster. The slap of their bodies grew louder, more urgent as he gripped Kael's hip hard, his fingers leaving pale imprints on the skin. His other hand fisted in the sheet near Kael's head.He was close. The pressure coiled tight at the base of his spine, lik







