Wyatt’s hole squeezed. Yes, he did. And he could already imagine Raph stretching him open, holding him, playing Wyatt’s body like he did his violin.
Wyatt trembled, his cock so hard it ached. “Not—not out here.”
“Your bed,” Raph whispered, slipping his fingers between Wyatt’s legs. He squeezed Wyatt through the denim, a firm, knowing pressure. “Gonna fuck you until you scream.”
Wyatt’s throat went dry. “Can’t—can’t wake Hazel.”
“That’s on you.” Raph’s lips brushed his. “You’re gonna have to keep your voice down.”
Wyatt groaned. Raph scooped him up into his arms, pressing their hips together, his cock a hard line behind his pants. And Wyatt couldn’t find it in himself to say no.
9
Wyatt
With one hand supporting Wyatt’s ass, Raph walked them into the master bedroom, shut the door, and locked it with a quiet click. And that thrust them into complete darkness, Raph’s face lost in the inky shadows.
“Lights?” Raph whispered.
“No. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Raph growled. And Wyatt threaded his fingers through Raph’s hair, kissed him hard, sliding past his lips. This should be the way Wyatt had his liquor now—licking remnants off Raph’s skin, searching for it in the intimacy of his mouth.
Raph padded over to the bed, lowered Wyatt to the mattress. Wyatt kept his legs around Raph’s hips, shoving his hand down between them, squeezing Raph’s cock through his pants. Raph was hard, big, as thick as Wyatt remembered. It would feel bigger inside him. A whine slipped from his throat. “You know where the bed is?”
“I looked in here earlier.” Raph leaned in, his breath sighing across Wyatt’s throat. Then his kissed down Wyatt’s neck, little sucking kisses that went straight between Wyatt’s legs. “Just in case you wanted a little something.”
“I want a big something.” Wyatt found the edge of the bed with his feet, pushing himself up, fitting the curve of his body against Raph’s. Then he ground up, and Raph hissed. “I want it all over me.”
“On your face?” Raph’s voice rumbled between them.
“I’d nuzzle it. Suck it. Fuck, Raph, I’d worship your cock like there’s no tomorrow.”
Raph’s breath rushed out of him, loud in the darkness of the room. “Fuck.”
“I want to be your omega.” Wyatt found the smooth, hard buckle of Raph’s belt, tugged until the leather gave and fell loose. The rough, stamped button of his jeans eased out through the eyehole, and the zipper rasped.
And Raph’s cock pushed out at him, hot behind his boxers, a patch of damp fabric at its tip. Wyatt took it in hand, slid his fingertips down the ridge of his cock. Raph’s balls were tight, ready to press against Wyatt’s ass, fill him up with come.
“Gods,” Wyatt breathed. He was pregnant. And so they could go without condoms. “I want you to fill me with your come. Knot inside me.”
Raph groaned, pressing his face into Wyatt’s shoulder. He drove his cock into Wyatt’s hand, hips bucking, his body taut with need. “You hear yourself, Wy? ‘Cuz I need to fuck you right now, and I don’t want this to end too soon.”
“I hear you,” Wyatt whispered, slipping his fingers into Raph’s boxers. He followed the smooth skin of Raph’s abdomen down to his cock, shivering when Raph’s tip smeared slippery precome against his palm. Wyatt squeezed him, rolled his thumb over Raph’s head, just to see how he’d react.
Raph hissed. He held Wyatt’s hand against himself and fucked into his palm, his cock grinding hungrily against Wyatt’s skin. Hot need seared between Wyatt’s legs.
“This is how much I want you.” Raph’s breath caught against Wyatt’s neck. Then hips snapped forward, smearing precome across Wyatt’s skin. He was thick, heavy. “Gonna fit this inside you. All of it.”
Wyatt shuddered, his body aching. “It doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t... aren’t pounding deep.”
“That what you want?” Raph dragged his tongue over Wyatt’s scent gland, leaving a wet trail on his skin. Then he closed his lips around the gland, sucked, and pleasure jolted down Wyatt’s body, made his hips snap up.
“F-fuck, Raph.”
“Fuck you where?” Raph sucked on Wyatt’s sensitive skin, the sharp points of his teeth raking over his scent gland. If he bit down hard, he’d mark Wyatt as his bondmate, and Wyatt... liked the thought of that. Of being Raph’s mate, even if Raph was his brother. Raph nipped at his scent gland. “Answer me.”
“Everywhere!” Wyatt panted, slipping his hand around Raph’s wrist. Then he shoved Raph’s hand down against his own covered cock, rocking into his palm. “Raph, please.”
“You’re so damn hard.” With deft fingers, Raph undid Wyatt’s pants, dragging the zip down. Then he dug his fingers into Wyatt’s briefs, pulled his cock out, his calluses catching on Wyatt’s skin. Wyatt’s cock jerked into his hand. He moaned, pushing up at Raph, his body so tight he couldn’t stay still. “Stay down,” Raph said.
He released Wyatt’s cock, caught his hip, and shoved him back against the mattress, pinning him so he couldn’t move. And a dark thrill shot down Wyatt’s spine, his cock leaking. “What if I don’t?”
Raph chuckled, his hot palm dragging down the inside of Wyatt’s thigh, holding him open. “Then you’re gonna need a lesson.”
The thought of Raph taking control, holding him, pleasuring him... It sent blood surging between Wyatt’s legs, made him throb. Were he with another alpha, he wouldn’t cede control. But with Raph... he trusted this man, this alpha. So he shoved Raph’s hand off his hip. Twisted around, and scrambled across the bed.
Raph’s breath hissed in the darkness behind him. “You think you can run?”
The next moment, the mattress dipped beside him. And a hot, strong arm slid around Wyatt’s ribs. It fell to his waist, hooked tight, and dragged him backward, until his back slammed against the solid wall of Raph’s body, and Raph shoved his cock up against Wyatt’s ass, thick and hungry. Wyatt shuddered.
“You can’t hold me down,” he gasped, even as he rolled his ass against Raph’s hips. But with the denim between them, Raph wouldn’t feel
