Chapter 34

Nathaniel

I shift so fast that my clothes tear apart, left shredded on the ground as I transform. My wolf is desperate, aching for release. In the cave, five minutes, I mind-link Liam, my thoughts sharp with urgency.

I push my legs harder, running at top speed, the wind whipping against my fur as the forest blurs around me. The need to see him drives me forward, and I reach the cave in record time. Liam is already there, waiting. He must have sensed me coming - hell, maybe he’s been waiting for me all afternoon.

When our eyes meet, it hits me like a punch to the gut - that look. That same hungry, desperate longing I’ve been trying to drown for three f*cking months is right there in Liam’s eyes. And I know he feels it too. We don’t speak. We don’t need to.

Liam crosses the space between us in three long strides, and the second his body is within reach, his lips crash against mine. The kiss is brutal, fierce - more teeth than tongue at first, and I love it. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s him.

A growl vibrates in my chest as I grab him by the waist and press him hard against me, grinding our hips together, our hard cocks straining between us. The taste of him hits me like a drug - mint, sweat, and something that’s just Liam. Addictive. Dangerous.

But far too soon, he pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against mine. We’re both panting, our breaths fogging in the cool cave air.

“Goddess, I missed you so much,” he whispered, voice hoarse, cracking under the weight of emotion.

I chuckle, but there’s no humor in it, just desperation. “Shut up, pretty boy, and let me f*ck you.”

And just like that, he pulls me back in, kissing me hard enough to bruise. I devour his mouth, my hands roaming his body like I’ve been starved for it - because I have. I touch every inch of smooth skin I can reach, sliding over his chest, down his sides, across the curve of his ass.

My lips trail down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone - biting, sucking, marking him with every pass. I taste him again and again, like I’ll forget the flavor if I don’t drown in it. We take turns on our knees, mouths stretched around each other’s cocks, teasing, worshiping, keeping each other just on the edge without falling.

As I take him into my mouth, his hands in my hair, hips twitching from the pleasure, I feel him getting close. So close.

But he pulls me up suddenly, grabbing my arms, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Longest three months of my life,” he said, breath ragged. “So now, I need to feel you. Forever.”

“Trust me,” I smirk, brushing my lips against his, “after I finish with you, you’ll feel me in your ass forever.”

I scooped him up, his legs wrapping tightly around my waist. He leans into my mouth again, kissing me with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. I carry him to the thick blanket we’ve laid out, laying him down gently like he’s something sacred, and then I ravage his mouth all over again.

The taste of our cocks still lingers on our tongues, salty and musky, as we kiss like animals - greedy and breathless.

I grab the bottle of lube beside us, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. I coat them and bring my hand between his thighs, stroking the lube around his entrance, watching him writhe beneath me.

One finger slips inside easily, and I feel his body respond - tight but eager.

“You okay?” I murmured.

“More,” he breathed, grabbing my wrist and pushing me deeper.

I add a second, then a third, working him open slowly, carefully, curling my fingers to stroke that spot inside him that makes his back arch and his toes curl.

“Right there,” he gasped. “F*ck, Nate, please. I need your cock.”

I groaned low, my dick leaking, painfully hard. I coat myself in more lube, stroking from base to tip, slicking every inch.

And then I positioned myself at his entrance.

I push in slowly, so f*cking slow it’s torture; for both of us. The tight heat of him wraps around me like a vice, and I bite down on a curse, trying not to lose control.

His eyes squeezed shut, a moan tearing from his throat.

“Liam,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

He blinks up at me, pupils blown, eyes wide and wet and so full of everything I’ve ever wanted.

I started to move, rocking into him, grinding deep. His mouth falls open, a long moan pouring out as I slide all the way in, bottoming out.

“F*ck, you feel so good,” I breathed, pressing my forehead against his. “So f*cking tight.”

He moans again, wrapping his legs around me, pulling me deeper. Our bodies move in sync, every thrust timed to his ragged breaths, every grind making his c*ck twitch between us.

His hand moves to stroke himself, fingers wrapping around his slick shaft, pumping in rhythm with my thrusts.

“I can’t… f*ck…” he panted. “You’re hitting it—”

I change the angle, lifting one of his legs to rest over my shoulder, and the second I slam back into him, his entire body jolts.

“There,” he gasped, nails raking down my back. “There, there, f*ck, Nate—”

“I’ve got you,” I growled, pounding into him harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cave. “I’ve f*cking got you.”

“I’m—” he gasped, “I’m coming—”

“Me too,” I gritted out, barely holding it together as he tightened around me.

With a final series of brutal thrusts, I watch as he explodes between us, his cum painting both our chests in thick, hot ropes. The sight of it, the sound of his moan, the feel of his body milking my c*ck - is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I bury myself deep and spill inside him, moaning his name like a f*cking prayer.

We collapse into each other, still tangled, still heaving, our skin slick with sweat and cum. I slowly pull out of him, and he winces slightly at the sensitivity. I lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips - slow, soft, grounding.

“Do that again,” he murmured, voice dazed.

“You’ve got that, pretty boy,” I whispered.

After we finished, we lay there in the dim glow, the scent of sex heavy in the air, our bodies sticky and spent, but neither of us willing to move. Liam’s head rests on my shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles across my chest.

“Liam…”

“Yeah?”

I pause for a moment and take a deep breath.

“Marry me.”

Liam shoots upward, his body jerking back in shock. “What?!”

His eyes widened, and at that instant, I felt like I’ve lost him. A lump forms in my throat, my face falls, and every part of me feels hollow, as if I’ve already been rejected.

But I press on, because this is my truth, and I need him to know.

“I love you, Liam. I’ve been in love with you since we were 15 years old, maybe even before that. I want to marry you. I want us to have a family together. Whenever I think about the future, you’re there with me - by my side. I don’t want us to live in secret anymore, hiding from the world. You would do me the greatest honor if you were my husband.”

I barely manage to finish the words before I’m out of breath, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. The silence that follows is suffocating. Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity. Every breath Liam takes makes my heart clench.

He looks at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes. “What about your family? Your friends? What if they don’t accept you as a Beta anymore?” His voice falters, lingering on the fear that I know has haunted both of us.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “Then f*ck them,” I said, my voice firm, resolute. “If being with you means I lose my title, my family’s approval, or anything else, I don’t care. I don’t need to think about it for a second. You are my everything, Liam. I’m done hiding. I’m done pretending. I want the world to know you’re mine.”

The air feels thick, heavy with the gravity of what I’ve just said. Each second that passes is like a century, my heartbeat slowing to match the agonizing wait for his response.

Then, out of nowhere, Liam lets out a yell and jumps on me, his arms wrapping tightly around my neck. “Of course I’ll marry you, you f*cking idiot!”

A wave of relief crashes over me, and before I can even respond, his lips are on mine, and we’re kissing - desperately, hungrily, like we’ve been waiting for this moment our entire lives. And maybe we have.

“I love you,” I whispered between kisses, my voice raw with emotion.

“I love you too,” he breathed against my lips, and I could feel his smile as he said it, his words wrapping around me like the safest place I’ve ever known.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the pack, not our roles, not the fear of what might come next. It’s just us, the way it’s always meant to be. And for the first time in my life, I know that I’ve made the right choice.

Liam is my future. And I’ll fight for him, for us, until my last breath.