Adrian
Fate has a way of fucking with you.
One minute, you think you have things handled, and the next, you're face-to-face with the temptation you've been trying to resist.
He doesn't move.
I told him to leave. I told him twice, but he is stubborn. So stubborn, and it should make me angry, but all it does is turn me on. I watch him. He is looking at me like he belongs here. Like he isn't some fragile being standing in the middle of a place that could eat him alive.
His eyes bore into mine, and my heart thuds heavily. I want to devour every bit of the man in front of me.
The scent hits me again. Sharp, electric and maddening. It's his, but not just his. I feel his wolf. Wanting to spring out and merge with mine. This connection between our wolves is getting stronger than normal.
"Jamie," I call his name. "Don't make me tell you again."
He takes a step closer. He is dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I can see goosebumps on his skin. He's cold but trying to put on a brave face. He also wants me to. I can smell the lust pouring out of him.
"I'm not scared," he says, and his voice trembles just enough to ruin the lie.
"You should be."
"Of what?"
"Of me."
The words slip out before I can stop them. I don't want him scared of me. I want him. Period. He takes a deep breath, and my eyes dart to his neck. His Adam's apple bobbles, and I get hungrier. His heart is racing, too loud that it runs through mine. It's almost like it's syncing to mine. My control thins, stretching until it hurts.
"You told me I was supposed to kiss you. Was the dream real?"
He's seeking answers.
I can't put all the blame on him. Not until I figure out who did this to him. He's too close now. One more step and I could reach out, push him back, or pull him in. I don't know which I'd do right now.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I answer instead.
He shrugs slightly. His eyes are still stuck to mine. His hands slide up my arm, and I feel shivers. "I'm sorry," he breathes out.
I furrow my brows in confusion. "For what?"
"Kissing him when it should have been you," he mutters, tugging at my heartstrings.
"I told you to go home," I manage, though it sounds more like a plea than an order.
"And I told you I can't."
I curse under my breath. What the hell does he want from me? I've never been a weak man. Strength is all I know, all I have. With him. I'm at a place where I could lose it all. His hands go up until he's resting them on my chest. My bare, sweat-dripping chest.
His fingers trace the lines of my pecs, lingering on my nipples. He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine with a new intensity. "You're so warm," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
He leans in closer, his breath warm on my skin. "Your heart is racing," he observes, his voice soft yet filled with curiosity. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, making me even more aware of how close we are. My breath hitches slightly as I look down at him, our eyes meeting in a moment.
I'm supposed to push him away. Scare him out of the dangers of the woods. But how can I when he touches me like this?
His fingers move to my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs as if memorising every ridge and valley. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, making me even more aware of how close we are. "Would you let me make it up to you.. Would you make me forget about his mouth on me?" he leans in closer, his breath warm on my skin.
He mentions the fucker at the party, and I stiffen.
Suddenly, I want to hurt someone.
Jamie's fingers continue their exploration, moving lower to the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me, a playful glint in his eye. "May I? I need to know if you taste just as good as you do in my dreams," he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fucking hell.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as he slides them down. I don't have any underwear on. I step out of them, standing completely naked before him. His eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me.
My wolf is crying.
Desperate.
Hungry.
Full of fucking lust.
His gaze lingers on my cock, which is already starting to harden under his scrutiny. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. I can see the faintest hint of colour in his cheeks, and he bites his lower lip nervously.
Jamie's fingers trace a line from my thigh up to my cock, wrapping gently around my shaft. He looks up at me, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as he takes in my expression. I can feel his breath on my skin, warm and tantalising, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the head of my cock.
This is obscene.
I shouldn't be doing this so close to my home.
Jamie's fingers wrap around my cock, his grip firm yet gentle. He strokes me slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head with each pass. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, making me even more aware of how close we are.
His lips brush against the head of my cock, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip. He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine with a hunger that sends a jolt of electricity through me. His tongue swirls around the head of my cock, eliciting a low moan from me. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and takes me deeper into his mouth. I can feel the wet heat of him surrounding me, his tongue working magic as he sucks and licks. His hand grips the base of my shaft, stroking in time with his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel my orgasm building, my hips bucking slightly as I get closer to the edge.
I'm not usually complacent, but I don't want to scare him. This is not like the dream. I can't push him to the limit just yet. I like to fuck and I like it rough. My hands reach for his hair, and I tug it hard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sudden tug, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes me deeper, his nose pressing against my stomach as he swallows around me. I can feel the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat, and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. His hand tightens around the base of my shaft, matching the rhythm of his mouth. He looks up at me, his eyes watering slightly, and I can see the desperation in them.
"Fuck Jamie," I exclaim from raw, unfiltered pleasure.
This just encourages him to go faster. It's a mess. There's saliva on my cock, his hand is all over me, and I can't stop tugging. I want him engraved for me. I want him for the rest of my life.
His eyes flick up to mine, a wicked glint in them as he grips my cock tighter. "You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and husky.
"You like to suck your cock, don't you? Take me deep in your throat." He strokes me harder, his fist working in tandem with his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"Cum for me, Adrian," he moans around my shaft. "Cum down my throat."
I pull Jamie's head closer to me, my fingers tangling in his hair as I guide him to take more of my cock. "Fuck, yes," I groan, feeling the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. "That feels so good." I look down at him, his eyes watering slightly as he struggles to take me deeper. But he doesn't stop, doesn't pull away. Instead, he swallows around me, taking me even deeper, and I can feel the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat.
I feel my orgasm hit, and everything blurs completely. It's just me and him in this moment. His eyes meet mine, and I see a flicker of something there, a spark. He pulls back slightly, his lips red and swollen, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him, to taste myself on his lips. He looks up at me, his expression unreadable.
"You taste the same," he mutters, almost like he's thinking to himself. "Will you kiss me now?"
I sigh, running my hands through my hair. I let out a breath, wanting to tell him everything. Kissing him is something I want more than anything in this world. But kissing him will accept his wolf.
Kissing him will make him mine.
"Let me take you home."
There's disappointment in his eyes. "Of course, why did I think you'd let me. I'd never get a kiss from you."
I hate the defeat in his eyes. I hate doing this to him. I pull my shorts back up and reach for him. He doesn't budge away. "Come here," he says, resting his head on my chest. I close my eyes. "Would you like me to make you feel good too?"
I let my fingers trace down his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under my touch. He shivers slightly, and I can't help but smile at the reaction. "You're so sensitive," I murmur, my voice barely audible as I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear.
I want to do a lot more than just touch him, but I can't right now. I have to be smart about this. Claiming Jamie right now is problematic. It's a problem in itself.
His eyes flutter open, and he looks up at me, his cheeks flushed. "That feels really good," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. I can see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate as I continue to touch him, exploring his body with gentle, tentative caresses. My own breath catches in my throat as I feel him respond to my touch, his body arching slightly towards mine.
This is crazy.
I have to remind myself where we are.
Even with that, I let my hand drift lower, tracing the lines of his stomach muscles, feeling him tense slightly under my touch. He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine, and I can see a flicker of uncertainty there. "Is this okay?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. He nods, his breath hitching slightly as my fingers graze the waistband of his sweatpants.
Jamie's hand covers mine, guiding it lower, and I can feel the heat of him through the fabric of his pants. "I want you to touch me," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Who would have thought he'd be this confident? The first time I met him, he looked really shy. Now he knows what he wants, and that turns me the fuck on. I can feel his breath on my neck, warm and tantalising, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Please," he adds, his voice barely audible, but the desperation in it is clear.
I can feel the heat of him, the softness of his skin, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me. He looks up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation, and I can see the faint blush on his cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he takes shallow breaths.
His breath hitches as my fingers brush against his cock, and he shivers slightly, his eyes fluttering closed. I can feel him hardening in my hand, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroking gently as I explore his body.
He moans softly, his hips bucking slightly as I continue to touch him. I look up at him; his eyes are closed, his breath coming in short gasps. His lips part slightly, and I find myself wondering what they would feel like against mine.
Fuck, I've never wanted someone as much as I want this man.
Jamie's eyes flutter open, and he looks down at me, his cheeks flushed. "That feels really good," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He hesitates for a moment before adding, "More?" I can see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate as I continue to touch him.
My pace quickens, and the sounds that come from his lips get louder. His moans send waves of pleasure to me, and I feel my dick get hard again. I want to fuck him so badly. Take what belongs to me.
"Yeah, I'm almost there," he cries, his eyes closed.
I smile as I continue to stroke him, and the moment I feel him stiffen, a satisfied sound escapes my lips. We stay like that for a couple of minutes, the silence around us satisfying.
For a moment, I let it hang there, the air between us heavy with things I can't say. Then I exhale and pull back, forcing distance. "You shouldn't be here at night. Alone."
"Then don't leave me alone." His voice cracks on the words, but there's no mistaking the stubborn edge beneath them.
Damn him.
I rake a hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. "Come on. I'll take you back to your dorm."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it's not safe out here."
He rolls his eyes. "Would you tell me why you think it's not safe?"
I shake my head. He sighs. "Come on." He falls into step beside me as we move through the trees, the silence between us loud with everything unsaid. Every brush of his arm against mine feels like fire.
When we reach his dorm, I stop at the door. My voice is hoarse when I finally speak. "Get inside. Lock the door. And don't go into the woods again."
He looks like he wants to argue, but then he nods, slipping inside.
I stand there for a long time after, breathing in the faint trace of him lingering in the air, my chest tight with the truth I can't let myself say.
He's mine. And that terrifies me more than the rogues ever could.