Page 41 of Soul of the Chaos


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After kicking out of my pants, the shirt came next, smelling like death and ashes. A needy growl came from my mate as I palmed my weeping dick, trying to alleviate some pressure, and my attention snapped up.

Silver—fast little wolfie that he was—had beaten me to the bed. He was all splayed out like a mouthwatering treat. Lube and toy in hand, his hands shook with need as he worked himself open for me.

Fuck. That was both the most tantalizing sight I’d ever seen and the most enraging. The beast inside me snarled.

Mine.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, pup?”

My snarl was so vicious—the Blood Moon Goddess riding my beast so hard with the need to claim my mate—that even the sight of one of our toys made me wild with jealousy.

Silver didn’t stop though, he went faster. Harder. His breath hitching in his throat as I stalked to his side and yanked him off the bed by an ankle. I caught him in my arms before he crashed to the ground and slammed him up against the wall.

I removed the toy and flung it back in the direction of the bed before claiming his mouth.

Fucking him with my tongue. Trying to communicate with every slide and tangle how much it meant to me that the Goddess had blessed what our hearts had claimed so many moons before.

Showing him with my greedy hands—hands which gripped and squeezed every inch of his lean body—how much my soul yearned to climb out of my flesh just to get closer to his.

I couldn’t get near enough. Couldn’t make our separation hurt less. If anything, the more I pressed myself against his naked flesh, the worse it ached. What the fuck was wong with me?

The bond. This was the magic calling to our wolves. Urging us to completion.

“Mongrel, please,” Silver whimpered, breaking free of my mouth and gasping for air. “I need you, beta.”

He squirmed to the ground and spun in place. Plastering his cheek to the wall, his ass curved out to meet my hips.

“You know the drill, pup. You’ve known it since the day you slipped onto my lap in the clubhouse, bold as brass, then made my den your own.” I slid my leg between his, kicking them out wider to give me room. We both hissed at the sensation when my cock grazed between his spread cheeks and my cum smeared itself on his inner thigh. His balls drew up tight. “Hands on the wall.”

My mate’s palms slammed on the wall, oh-so-ready and willing to brace for my claim. I took my time. It slayed me but I would do anything for this man, including protect him from the untamed beast inside.

Covering his hands where they clutched at the paint, I squeezed them briefly in reassurance and ran my palms down his exquisite torso. He whimpered and I smiled into his neck.

One hand snuck around the front to languidly stroke his throbbing dick while the other found its way to his entrance. Circling the rim slowly, I gathered the lube all over my digits and relished the way he jolted at first contact then immediately sighed with relief.

Silver pressed back to greet me with a mewl, pleading with me to enter.

I did. Slowly. So fucking slowly own my dick wept in tandem with Silver’s as my first finger pressed inside his heat. As much as I wanted to slam my cock home, balls deep in my mate, I had to take a breath. I could never hurt this man. He was the first love of my life. My mate. My everything.

And when I finally unleashed the beast inside, I needed to know he was ready to take me.

Closer, though. I needed to be closer. I towered over Silver, caging him in as I nuzzled his neck. Licking the spot where I planned to put my mark, I placed my teeth over that patch of skin. Experimenting. Biting down just hard enough to tease my mate as he cried out my name.

With that silent promise, I pumped my finger gently. Finding a rhythm which would drive him mad with want but not tip him over the edge. Not yet. We were going to fly together.

I grabbed another bottle of lube from a nearby drawer and squirted more on my hand, coating my swollen cock and making sure we had plenty to work with.

“Please, please, please.”

I’d never get enough of that sound. My omega begging for everything I had to offer. It only made it all the sweeter, hearing Silver’s desperate need tumbling from those sinful lips.

“Soon, mate,” I promised, my own voice ragged with need. I pumped a little faster then added a second finger and began to widen his hole with firm circles. “Soon. Gotta get you ready before I pummel this beautiful ass of yours.”

“I’m ready. Promise. I’m so ready.”

I huffed a laugh against his neck and bit down, a little harder this time, drawing an impatient snarl from his lips. “You always say that. And then you walk like a cowboy after a long ride the next day.”

“Don’t care, Mongrel. Take me. Now. I need you, mate.”

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