Sitting up, he chuckled as Blake’s come poured from his mouth, down his chin and onto his chest. But even as Pember leant forward to kiss his neck, Blake was still coming in his hand, his cock still rigid and pulsating. Pember gripped ittighter, bracing a hand over Blake’s shoulder as he pressed their foreheads together. He stroked it until Blake’s breathing finally slowed and the stream of come finally stopped.
Blake was panting, his eyes unfocused as he whispered into Pember’s hair. “Sorry,” he said, words slightly slurred. “I thought my knot was going to behave itself.”
Pember grinned, wiping his mouth across Blake’s shoulder. “That was a lot.”
Blake huffed, letting his hand slip from Pember’s hair to the middle of his back. “It’ll be worse next time. My knot’s almost as greedy as you.”
Pember playfully pinched his chest, but then grimaced as a familiar tension started to build in his lower back. “We should go up to my nest soon. I can feel a heatwave coming.”
Blake nodded, peppering kisses across Pember’s neck. “Can you walk?”
An impish grin spread across Pember’s face. “You know… I don’t think I can. You’d better carry me.” He bit his lip. “Al-pha.”
Blake growled, and before Pember could comprehend what was happening, he found himself being flung over Blake’s shoulder.
“I-I-I meant like a princess!” he squealed, gripping Blake’s bicep as his arse stuck unceremoniously into the air. Blake laughed, smacking it as they ascended the stairs.
“Is that so?” he said, turning to bite his arse cheek. “In that case, I think I’ll put this princess to work.”
Pember shivered, toes curling as he grew hard against Blake’s chest once again. “B-back bedroom.” He groaned, mouth dropping open as heat rushed up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. “Oh, shit.”
Blake crossed the landing, stopping in the doorway to no doubt run his eyes over the curtainless window, the baby blue blanket covering the mattress on the floor, the twinklinglights strung up on the ceiling, the dreamcatcher dangling from the wall and the myriad of cushions and throws Pember had strategically placed around the edge of the bed to make himself a little ring of comfort. The hedgehog cooling pad and Val’s blanket were at the centre of it all.
Letting out a breath, Blake gently placed Pember in its centre and took a step back. He looked down at him, a subtle flush creeping up his neck. “It’s amazing, Pem,” he said softly.
Pember gave a lazy smile and turned on his side. “Thank you. Can you get your clothes from downstairs? I need to carry out some emergency construction if you’re going to fit.”
Blake nodded, but lingered in the doorway.
Laughing, Pember threw a pillow at him. “Go on! I’m not going anywhere.”
Blake sighed and slowly backed out of the room. Despite the cramps squeezing his hips, Pember had just enough energy to move a few things around and make some extra space for Blake. Despite being happy with it, he couldn’t help the anger flickering in his belly at never having been allowed to create a nest of his own.
Shaking his head, he pushed all thoughts of his mother aside and carried on rearranging the edges. He chuckled when he heard Blake doing a lap of the house, checking all the windows and doors to make sure they were locked.
Blake was breathing rapidly when he finally returned to the door. He handed the clothing to Pember, who stuffed it into a space by his pillow. Eventually, Pember lay flat on his back and looked across at Blake. Seeing him standing there in all his naked, erect glory made Pember blush. He was long, lean and perfectly proportioned. An absolute titan of a man.
Pember wet his lips. “Come in,” he said, and without a moment’s hesitation, Blake dropped to his knees and crawled into the space next to him.
He thought it’d be some big moment, letting someone into his nest. Like the stars would align and the angels would sing. Instead, quiet contentment washed over him and his wolf as the world finally felt right.
For once.
His breaths picked up again when Blake settled between his thighs.
“Tell me what to do,” Blake whispered, spreading kisses across his collarbones. “Tell me what feels good.”
Pember let out a long breath, revelling in Blake’s weight. “Biting,” he whined, tucking his arms under Blake’s body “And covering.” Blake’s chest rumbled as he rained bites down over his shoulders, some of them so hard they almost broke the skin. “A-all over, everywhere—ngh?—”
“Pem,” Blake murmured, eyes drifting shut. “I’ll do anything you want, but I don’t want to accidentally give youthebite. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pember’s stomach dropped. “O-oh God,” he whimpered, covering his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even… It didn’t even cross my mind that it might affect you like that.”
Blake chuckled and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I’m glad it didn’t cross your mind. You shouldn’t have to worry about being bitten. It isn’t my right to do that just because you’re sharing your heat with me. I just mean, let me be careful with you. Trust me to keep a level head so you can lose control.”
Then Blake kissed him on the mouth, making the rush of guilt slowly melt away.
“Okay,” Pember whispered. “Okay.”
