Semua Bab Fluid: Bab 51 - Bab 59

The forest closed in. Every branch scraped open skin. Every root waited to catch an ankle. Quill kept one arm tight around Hawk's ribs, and Hawk leaned in harder with each step. Their legs didn't move so much as drag forward, shredded by gravel and stiff from the shift. Nothing in them worked right. Nothing had settled yet.They didn't speak. The path to the edge of Hawk's land tilted in and out of view, soft with fog, harsh with light, never still. Every breath hurt. Talking would've meant letting go.The sound came fast. Branches cracking. Leaves scattering. Footfalls too heavy, too reckless. Human.Quill tensed. Hawk lifted his head.Then Lily appeared, tearing down the slope with both arms out like she'd fight the trees if she had to. Dirt streaked her jeans. Her jacket flapped open. Hair tangled across her face, caught in the brush she didn't bother to avoid."I've been screaming your names for two hours!" Her voice cracked. "Two! I thought you were dead. I thought one of you ki

"I don't want to be your Alpha."Quill shifted just enough to look up.The bond vibrated with confusion first. Then panic. Not doubt. Not hesitation. Real fear. It clawed under his skin, fast and brutal. It felt like a rejection without warning. Hawk felt it instantly. He swore under his breath. "That's not what I meant."Quill just tilted his head at him. Hawk sat up, drew a breath through his nose, and let it out slowly. Blood still marked his skin. The bruises hadn't totally vanished yet. Yet, the bond kept humming underneath, pulling at everything. Healing what was broken. He could feel it, and it had nothing to do with Quill submitting to him. "I just don't want that dynamic. I don't want you under me. I want you with me. Equal. My Alpha too, if you will."Quill blinked, then started to smirk. "That some new-age progressive werewolf shit? I wonder how the council will react."Hawk fought off wanting to roll his eyes. "You're laughing, but I'm serious.""I'm not." He leaned in c

The mop handle smacked into Quill's shin for the third time. Hawk stepped in beside him. "You're doing it wrong."Quill didn't look up. He swirled the mop in a wide circle, pushing dried blood off the tile like it had personally offended him. "There's no wrong way to clean old delta gore off a floor. How many did you kill again?"Hawk hovered near the bucket. "Several. You're using too much pressure."Quill twisted toward him. "Then you do it."Hawk leaned against the wall. "I did. The whole front half. I'm done."Quill sloshed the mop into the bucket and flicked water toward him with a smirk. "You just rushed so you could come watch me like a... well, a Hawk." Hawk stepped back with a grin and a wet splotch forming on his borrowed shirt. It was Quill's, loose around the shoulders. The collar slipped off one side. The hem had ridden up. Quill's eyes followed it and stayed there too long.Hawk tilted his head. "Keep looking. We'll end up on the floor again."Quill winked. "Promise?"H

The apartment door barely clicked shut before Hawk shoved Quill against it. Quill's back hit the wood hard enough to shake the frame. He kissed him roughly, all hunger and urgency. Tongues slid together. Teeth scraped lips. Breath mingled.Clothes tore. Hawk's shirt ripped open, buttons scattering. Quill shoved the ruined fabric off his broad shoulders. Hawk dragged his sweatpants down roughly, freeing him entirely. He gripped Quill's cock as he rolled his shoulders and growled softly. Quill gasped sharply. His hips jerked forward into Hawk's calloused hand. Hawk squeezed, stroking hard and fast until Quill groaned, loud and rough, unable to hold back.He started clawing at Hawk's waistband, yanking the material down. Hawk's erection pressed hot and heavy against his hip. Their bodies slid together, cocks rubbing. Both were already slick from sweat, their bodies flushed and burning from how fast everything escalated. That desperate friction made them both shiver.They staggered down

The gym stayed dark, lights off since Lily shut it down a week ago. No music. No neon signs humming above the door. They stayed toward the back where shadows kept the windows from showing too much. Hawk liked it that way. Quiet, hidden. Less chance someone would knock or worse, walk in uninvited.Hawk moved through his reps like he wanted the weights to regret being made. He grunted with each lift. Quill stayed close, counting under his breath, keeping Hawk going while failing at resisting the urge to tease him. "You really think a bench press is gonna fix this horny rage spiral?"Hawk didn't answer. Just gritted his teeth and kept moving."Because spoiler," Quill added, "it's not."Another set. More sweat. Hawk dropped the bar harder than necessary into the rack and sat up with a scowl. "You said to work it out.""I said distract yourself, not try to rearrange the equipment by force."Hawk reached for the towel on the bench and wiped it across his face without looking at him. His bod