Chapter 17: The Human Hunger Returns
The knot slipped free with a wet, obscene sound, and Taichi gasped at the sudden emptiness. His body clenched around nothing, trying to hold onto what had been there moments before, a flood of thick seed spilling out of him and soaking the already ruined sheets beneath his thighs. He lay there, trembling, his chest heaving, every muscle in his body spent and aching.
The wolf pulled back, its tongue dragging one last long, wet stripe across Taichi's inner thigh before it padded off the bed. Taichi's eyes followed the sleek, dark shape as it disappeared through the doorway toward the bathroom. He heard the soft patter of paws on wood, then a strange, muffled series of cracks and pops, like bones rearranging themselves. A low groan echoed through the cabin.
Taichi let his head fall back against the pillow, his hand pressing against his own stomach, marveling at the distended feeling there. The wolf had filled him so many times over these past days that he'd lost count. Every time he thought the rut was winding down, the beast found a fresh surge of hunger, dragging him back into that primal, overwhelming need.
The bathroom door creaked open.
Taichi lifted his head, his eyes finding the figure that stepped into the amber glow of the cabin's single lamp. Yamato stood there, completely naked, his silver-blonde hair loose and falling in tangled waves around his shoulders, his ice-blue eyes dark and glinting. His body was lean and powerful, still glistening with a sheen of sweat from the shift, and his cock hung half-hard against his thigh, smeared with the evidence of what they'd been doing.
"Hey," Taichi breathed, a lazy, exhausted grin tugging at his lips. "Welcome back."
Yamato said nothing. He crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, his gaze fixed on Taichi like a predator tracking wounded prey. The bed dipped when he climbed onto it, his knees settling on either side of Taichi's hips. His hands found Taichi's thighs, sliding up the slick, cum-stained skin until they gripped Taichi's hips, thumbs pressing into the sharp jut of bone.
Taichi shivered under that touch. The wolf's paws had been rough, claws careful but present. Yamato's human hands were hot and calloused, familiar in a completely different way.
"Now," Yamato whispered, his voice wrecked and low, scraping over the words like gravel. "Now I want to taste you."
Taichi's breath caught. His spent cock twitched faintly, exhausted but interested. "Taste me where?"
Yamato's answer was a slow, wicked smile that didn't reach his eyes, which were still all dark pupil and burning need. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of Taichi's knee, then another, higher, working his way up Taichi's trembling thigh. His long hair brushed against Taichi's skin, trailing soft, teasing lines.
"Everywhere," Yamato murmured against his skin. "I want to taste every inch of you."
Taichi let out a shaky laugh. "Pretty sure you already have."
"Not like this." Yamato's tongue flicked out, dragging a wet stripe up Taichi's inner thigh, lapping up the mixed mess of sweat, seed, and the wolf's saliva that coated his skin. "Not with this tongue. Not with these lips. I want to know what you taste like when I'm not a mindless beast."
His mouth worked higher, nipping at the sensitive crease where Taichi's thigh met his hip. Taichi's hands fisted in the sheets, his breath hitching as Yamato's nose nudged at his balls, inhaling deeply, a low, possessive growl vibrating against his skin.
"Fuck, Yamato," Taichi gasped. "You're going to actually kill me."
Yamato ignored him. His tongue swept over Taichi's balls, wet and hot, lapping at the drying cum that clung there. Taichi's hips bucked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping his throat. He was raw, overstimulated, every nerve ending screaming, but his body still responded, still craved more.
Then Yamato's hands pushed Taichi's thighs up and apart, spreading him open. The cool air hit Taichi's used, gaping hole, and he shivered, feeling impossibly exposed. Yamato let out a low, reverent sound, something between a growl and a prayer.
"Look at you," he rasped. "So open. So fucking full of me."
Taichi's face burned. "Your wolf did that, not—"
"My wolf is me, Tai." Yamato's eyes flicked up, locking onto Taichi's. "Everything it did, I did. Every time it fucked you, I was right there, feeling it, wanting it. Wanting you."
Taichi's throat went tight. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his lungs as Yamato lowered his head and dragged his tongue flat and slow directly over Taichi's hole.
"Ah—fuck!" Taichi's entire body seized, his back arching off the mattress. The sensation was electric, shocking after so long with only the wolf's blunt, driving cock. Yamato's tongue was softer, more precise, and he used it mercilessly. He lapped at the loose, slick rim, tasting the mix of seed and his own scent, groaning like it was the finest thing he'd ever had.
"You taste incredible," Yamato breathed against him, the words sending vibrations straight through Taichi's core. "I could do this forever."
He pressed his tongue inside, pushing past the loosened ring of muscle, and Taichi cried out, his hands flying down to tangle in Yamato's silver hair. Yamato made a pleased sound, his tongue curling, tasting deep inside, lapping at the seed the wolf had left pooled there.
"God, Yamato, your mouth," Taichi gasped, his hips rocking against Yamato's face. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Yamato had no intention of stopping. He devoured Taichi with single-minded focus, his tongue thrusting in and out, lapping at the sensitive walls, drawing sounds from Taichi that he'd never heard himself make before. His hands kept Taichi's thighs spread wide, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
When Yamato pulled his tongue free, Taichi whimpered at the loss. But then Yamoto's lips closed around his rim, sucking gently, and Taichi's brain short-circuited entirely.
"Yamato, I—fuck, I'm gonna—" Taichi's words dissolved into a broken moan as Yamato's tongue speared into him again, curling against that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind his eyes.
He couldn't believe it. After everything, after being fucked by a werewolf in rut for what felt like days, his body was still climbing toward another peak. But Yamato's mouth was different. This was worship, deliberate and reverent, not just raw animal need.
Yamato pulled back just enough to speak, his lips slick against Taichi's inner thigh. "Did you come for the wolf's knot, Tai?" His voice was husky, dark. "Now come on my tongue. Show me what I get to taste."
That command, rough and possessive, was all Taichi needed. His body convulsed, a raw, hoarse cry tearing from his throat as he came, his cock twitching weakly against his stomach, spilling a thin, milky streak across his abs. The orgasm wasn't as intense as the ones the wolf had wrung out of him, but it was deeper somehow, more intimate, pulsing from the place where Yamato's tongue was still buried inside him.
Yamato lapped at him through it, drinking down every shudder and twitch, until Taichi's body went limp, boneless and trembling.
"Fuck," Taichi whispered, his chest heaving. "I think you actually did kill me."
Yamato crawled up his body, his mouth shiny with Taichi's release, his cock now fully hard and pressing against Taichi's hip. He kissed Taichi slowly, deep, letting him taste himself on Yamato's tongue.
"Not dead yet," Yamato murmured against his lips. "You're not done with me."
Taichi groaned, but there was no resistance in it. "You're insatiable."
"I've had you in my head for years," Yamato said, his voice dropping to something raw and honest. "All those nights I locked myself away, thinking about you, wanting you, and now I finally have you. Do you really think I'm going to let you sleep?"
Taichi's heart lurched. He reached up, cupping Yamato's face, brushing his thumb over that sharp cheekbone. "I'm not going anywhere, Yamato. I told you that."
Yamato's eyes softened, just for a moment, the feral hunger giving way to something deeper. Then he leaned down, pressing his forehead against Taichi's, his breath warm and unsteady.
"I know," he whispered. "But I still need to prove it to myself."
He shifted, his hand sliding down between Taichi's thighs, his fingers probing, slick and knowing. Taichi gasped as two of them pushed inside him, finding the looseness the wolf had left behind, pumping slowly.
"Fuck, you're still so open," Yamato breathed, wonder in his voice. He pulled his fingers free, dragging the wetness up over his own cock, coating himself. "I'm going to slide right in."
Taichi pulled his legs up, wrapping them around Yamato's waist, his hands gripping Yamato's shoulders. "Then do it. I want to feel you."
Yamato aligned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Taichi's entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and Taichi's mouth fell open, a shuddering breath escaping him. The sensation was different from the wolf's knot, different even from the last time Yamato had fucked him as a human. This time, Taichi was already so loose, so used, that Yamato sank in with barely any resistance, sliding deep until his hips were flush against Taichi's ass.
"God," Yamato groaned, his forehead dropping to Taichi's shoulder. "You feel like heaven, Tai. Like you were made to take me."
Taichi's arms wrapped around him, nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Fuck, Yamato, move. Please."
Yamato moved. He pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in with a deep, grinding motion that made Taichi see white. He set a pace that was slow at first, deliberate, each stroke dragging against Taichi's oversensitive prostate, making him gasp and claw at Yamato's back.
"You feel that?" Yamato growled into his ear. "That's me. Not the wolf. Me. Fucking you. Claiming you."
"Yes," Taichi sobbed, his hips bucking up to meet every thrust. "Yes, yes, yes—"
Yamato's pace quickened, his control fraying. He grabbed Taichi's hips, angling him, driving deeper and harder until the bed was rocking against the wall, the headboard slamming in a rhythm that echoed through the cabin. Sweat dripped from Yamato's brow onto Taichi's chest. Their bodies slapped together, wet and filthy, the air thick with the smell of sex and the musk of wolf still clinging to the room.
"I love you," Yamato gritted out, the words torn from him, ragged and desperate. "I've always loved you. Fuck, Taichi, I love you so much."
Taichi's eyes burned. He pulled Yamato down, kissing him hard, swallowing his growls as he wrapped his legs tighter around that lean waist.
"I know," he gasped against Yamato's lips. "I love you too. Now fucking finish inside me."
Yamato let out a sound like a wounded animal, his hips slamming into Taichi with brutal finality. His cock swelled, not with a knot but with the unmistakable sign of his release, and then he was coming, hot and thick, spilling deep inside Taichi with a shuddering groan. The feeling tipped Taichi over the edge too, a weak pulse of release that left him panting and dizzy.
Yamato collapsed on top of him, his face buried in Taichi's neck, his breath ragged against the claiming mark. They lay there, tangled together, both shaking, both slick with sweat, the cabin silent but for the sound of their breathing.
Finally, Yamato lifted his head. There were tears in his eyes, glistening in the amber lamplight.
"You're not leaving," he whispered. It wasn't a question.
Taichi smiled, reaching up to brush the silver-blonde hair out of Yamato's face. "Not leaving," he confirmed. "You're stuck with me, wolf boy."
Yamato let out a hoarse laugh, something cracking in his chest. He kissed Taichi again, soft and tender, then pulled back, his gaze moving down Taichi's body, a new kind of hunger flickering to life in his blue eyes.
"Good," he murmured. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Taichi groaned, but he was already pulling Yamato down again, already arching up to meet him. The moon hung heavy in the window, and the forest held its breath, watching the cabin where the wolf and his mate tangled together in the sheets.