Unable to resist, Vincent bent down and pressed his lips against the smooth curve of one butt, his mouth moving slowly across the warm flesh.
Bryce’s legs parted farther of their own accord, and Vincent settled between them, his hot throbbing cock rested between Bryce’s parted cheeks while his lips wandered slowly up the length of Bryce’s back.
As he slowly rubbed his cock along the cleft between Bryce’s ass, Vincent became aware of something he hadn’t expected.
The friction was smooth.
Warm.
Slick.
His brows drew together slightly.
He hadn’t known a man’s body could respond this way. Then again, he had never given another man enough thought to learn anything about it, and he had certainly never experienced anything remotely similar himself.
The sensation overwhelmed him so completely that he couldn’t spare a single thought for where the slickness had come from.
All he wanted was to press deeper. He spread Bryce’s legs farther apart with his own, the head of his cock settled against Bryce’s hot, slick entrance. The first brush of contact alone sent a powerful shudder through him.
Bryce responded just as intensely beneath him. His entire body trembled, as his back arched instinctively into Vincent’s touch.
Vincent slowly pressed forward, the first resistance drawing a strained breath from him, but it didn’t last.
Bryce’s body gradually yielded, drawing him in little by little, responding with an instinctive acceptance.
The natural slickness eased every movement, allowing each slow advance to become smoother than the last. When he was finally fully settled inside Bryce, his entire body shook, his teeth sank into his lower lip as he fought to keep the sounds threatening to escape.
His hands instinctively tightened around Bryce as he became completely still. In that moment, all he could think about was remaining exactly where he was forever.
Nothing in his life had prepared him for this.
He had known pleasure countless times before, enough to believe there was nothing left that could surprise him.
But he realized he had been wrong.
Calling this pleasure felt almost insulting.
It surpassed every sensation he had ever known, reaching a place inside him he hadn’t realized existed, leaving him unable to describe it even to himself.
He had barely begun to move when his body convulsed, the sheer intensity catching him completely off guard. Release overtook him before the thought of where he wanted to spill could even cross his mind, spilling inside Bryce as a strained groan escaped through clenched teeth.
The sudden warmth spread through Bryce’s body, pushed him to his own limit. His back arched instinctively before his own release followed, his entire body trembling.
Even after that, Vincent made no move to pull out. Instead, he eased back slightly before slowly pushing forward again.
Each measured thrust intensified everything they were feeling, until the boundary between Vincent’s pleasure and Bryce’s seemed to disappear completely.
Their breathing dissolved into broken gasps. Soft moans escaped without restraint, swallowed only by the quiet surrounding them.
Vincent tightened his hold around Bryce, his movements gradually growing firmer. Bryce answered every motion with equal desperation, lifting his hips to meet him halfway.
The steady rhythm gave way to something faster.
Harder.
Every thrust drove another helpless response from Bryce, his body tightening again and again until another climax overtook him, his entire frame trembling beneath Vincent.
The sensation of Bryce’s body tightening around him pushed Vincent past the edge almost instantly.
His whole body convulsed as another climax swept through him. Every muscle drew taut while he instinctively pressed himself as deeply into Bryce as he could.
Release overtook him again, a deep groan breaking from his throat as he spilled inside Bryce once more, his body trembling uncontrollably while he remained draped over him.
His lips found Bryce’s neck again, claiming it with fierce kisses that left marks across his skin. Without warning, his fangs descended.
They sank into the side of Bryce’s neck in one swift motion.
Bryce’s entire body jolted violently as pain collided with the overwhelming sensations already coursing through him, the two becoming impossible to separate.
At that very instant, Bryce’s eyes burst into a brilliant glow.
Blue and gold intertwined within his irises, flooding the room with shifting light that merged with the crimson and gold now blazing in Vincent’s own eyes.
Among wolves, crimson eyes were not something an Alpha possessed naturally.
They appeared only after an Alpha had claimed leadership of a pack and survived the sacred ascension ritual, the Moon Goddess’s final judgment of whether that right had truly been granted.
Vincent didn’t noticed the crimson burning within his own eyes. His attention caught only Bryce’s transformation. The brilliant glow confirmed what he had suspected from the very beginning.
Bryce wasn’t entirely human.
There was no mistaking it now.
What Vincent couldn’t understand was why he was living in the human world, or how he had ended up there in the first place.
The realization barely lasted a heartbeat before the fierce longing still burning through him swept it aside, refusing to let him dwell on it.
He slowly straightened, lifting Bryce with him without breaking the closeness between them. Guiding him forward with steady hands, he settled him onto his hands and knees, Bryce’s trembling body yielding instinctively to every touch.
Barely allowing either of them a moment to recover, Vincent moved again.
He started slowly, every measured movement drawing another uneven breath from Bryce. The unhurried pace lasted only a short while before instinct steadily took over, his rhythm growing firmer, deeper, each movement carrying more urgency than the last.
Bryce answered him without hesitation. His body moved back instinctively to meet every thrust halfway.
Leaning over him, Vincent scattered heated kisses across his back, while one arm held him securely against his chest.
His free hand slipped around Bryce, closing around his still throbbing arousal. He stroked it in perfect rhythm with the steady movements of his hips, every stroke matching every thrust until Bryce’s body gradually tightened beneath him again.
The first tremor passed through Bryce almost imperceptibly.
Another followed.
Then his entire body drew taut.
A louder moan escaped him as another climax overtook him, leaving him trembling helplessly in Vincent’s embrace.
Feeling Bryce unravel so completely beneath him, Vincent’s own body answered almost immediately, hitting the climax as well.
His entire frame trembled as he buried his face against Bryce’s shoulder, struggling to steady his breathing.
For several long moments, neither of them moved. They remained wrapped around one another, breathing hard while the last waves slowly faded.
Bryce’s legs finally gave out beneath him. Unable to support himself any longer, he sank onto the floor.
The sudden movement left Vincent’s arousal, no longer as rigid as before, exposed to the cool air. A faint crease appeared between Vincent’s brows.
Bryce slowly rolled onto his back. His own arousal remained, though it too had softened. He reached up, curled his fingers around the back of Vincent’s neck, and drew him down, capturing his lips in another kiss.
Vincent settled between his legs once more, and found his way back inside him.
The pleasure refused to dull. If anything, it only deepened, leaving them unable to satisfy the hunger that still lingered inside them.
Time lost all meaning after that.
Again and again, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, even after reaching their climax and spilling themselves more times than either could count.
Their positions shifted with each release, changing again and again until every movement grew slower, heavier, and more languid than the last.
In the end, exhaustion claimed them both, leaving neither with the strength to continue.
The relentless ache that had haunted them was replaced by a profound sense of satisfaction.
The bond they had unknowingly forged settled quietly around them, weaving their souls together with an undeniable certainty.
Along with it came awareness. The haze clouding their minds gradually lifted, bringing with it the realization of where they were, who they were with, and everything that had just transpired.
By the time complete clarity returned, Bryce found himself straddling Vincent, his body trembling with exhaustion as he remained astride him, Vincent’s cock still buried deep within him.
His breathing came in uneven gasps as he slowly opened his eyes, only for them to meet the vulnerable, strikingly familiar face beneath him.
Moments later, the man beneath him slowly opened his striking gray eyes as well, and their gazes locked.
Exhaustion weighed heavily in both pairs of eyes, but beneath it lay unmistakable satisfaction, silently reflected back at one another.