Nate

I felt so incredibly cozy and safe lying there and Brian’s arms—where I had wanted to be pretty much all my life. When we were younger we spent the night together so many times and laid next to each other whispering and talking and giggling, and back then I was always afraid if I told Brian how I felt about him I would ruin everything.

Even that night before my family moved away, I wasn’t convinced that Brian really wanted more. I swore I could see it in his eyes, but when he didn’t make a move I figured it must’ve all been in my head. Then I didn’t see him for years, and after the accident I was scared to even try to look him up. I was sure being around me the way I was now would just be a disappointment for him.

But here I was in his arms. It took me years to get back to him, but now that I was here I felt like I was home.

“Are you tired,” I asked as I ran my hand across Brian’s chest. His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly, but his scent and his skin touching mine were getting me all worked up again. What I wanted more than anything, what my body was aching for, was his knot, but I wasn’t sure if that was something he wanted. I wasn’t sure if that was something I was ready for.

If Brian knotted inside me I would most likely get pregnant. And I didn’t have a job or even a stable place to live. It would be incredibly irresponsible for me to ignore those facts and give into the throbbing need inside me. But while I lay there next to him, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, imagining it, craving it.

“Not really. This just feels so nice. I could seriously stay like this forever.”

Brian’s words made me melt. I’d been hoping he felt the same way I did. “Me too,” I whispered.

I moved my hand down Brian’s chest, letting my fingers tickle the space between his pelvic bones gently. Brian’s eyes opened and looked at me, a smile curling up on one side of his mouth. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really. I mean, we don’t have to do anything. But I was wondering if maybe …”

“What?” Brian asked, shifting so that he was on his side and we were facing each other.

“You didn’t knot inside me.”

“Is that something you want?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Well, maybe,” I said, feeling my face get hot. “Not that I’m in any position to start a family. I don’t even have my own place.”

“But what if you were?”

“Were what?”

“What if money didn’t matter? What if you had a home? Would you want it then?”

“Yeah, of course, but I don’t have either of those things,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

Brian didn’t say a word. He turned my face toward him and kissed me deeply, then rolled me on my other side and pulled me close to him so that our bodies were spooning together perfectly. He slid his hand around my stomach and I felt the warm tingle of his lips on my neck. I moaned and pressed my ass backward, feeling his cock grow larger between my cheeks. “I want that too,” his deep voice growled in my ear. “I want it with you, Nate.”

“But how?” I whimpered, feeling his hand snake around my hard cock.

“You can move in here. I want to take care of you, Nate. I want us to have a family. I’ve wanted that for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about this moment. About holding you in my arms and making you mine,” he said, pressing on my stomach as he ground his cock into me from behind. He picked up some of my slick wetness and used it to lubricate the front of his cock as he slid it slowly between my ass cheeks. He wasn’t even inside me yet and already I was trembling.

Tears started to flow down my cheeks as Brian’s words sank in. I couldn’t believe he was talking about me. That we felt the same way about each other. I pressed my ass into him even harder and heard his sexy moan as the head of his cock slipped down and found my opening. When he pushed in, and his thick head met my tight muscles, I gasped.

“Just do it,” I whimpered. “Knot me. Fuck me hard. I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Brian practically growled in my ear and pushed me forward so that I was on my stomach, then he straddled my hips with his thighs. I felt’s his fingers pull my ass cheeks apart, then I felt his thick head again. He didn’t go slow this time. He pushed himself in past my tight opening, then he kept going. I yelled when I felt him slam into me, but that didn’t stop him. He gripped my ass cheeks and held me in place and slammed into me over and over.

Then I felt him move forward so that he was hovering over me. Brian planted his fists on either side of my body, putting his full weight on them, and continued to thrust into my asshole as his hot breath hit the back of my neck. I had a feeling he’d been holding back before, and I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want Brian to ever hold back again. I wanted to feel him ravage me, and use me, and plow into my asshole like there was no tomorrow.

“Christ, Nate, you’re so goddamned tight. You feel amazing.”

Then I felt it—Brian’s cock starting to grow inside me. I’d never experienced anything like it before and I was overwhelmed by the intensity. Brian’s knot felt like a balloon blowing up inside me, but it was much firmer than I expected, and it pressed directly on my prostate. With each thrust I could feel Brian’s cock stimulate my own, but from the inside of my body. Between the fullness in my ass and the stimulation inside me, I started to ride the edge of another orgasm.

I pressed my ass into Brian and felt his cock sink into me even deeper somehow. With each thrust, he pushed me back down onto the mattress, sandwiching my cock between my stomach and the bed repeatedly until it felt like it was going to explode.

“Oh, fuck, Nate! I’m gonna come!”

I went limp as Brian jack-hammered his knot into me. Every time he pulled back I could feel the tug on my opening, and every time he pushed back in I felt shock waves in my cock. The waves turned into quivering and pulsating throbs as streams of my come shot out underneath me. Each of Brian’s thrusts brought a moan from my throat, and as he came, I could feel Brian’s animal-like growl in my core.

Brian’s knot didn’t go back down for a while—one of nature’s ways of insuring the alpha’s seed didn’t run back out right away. I was incredibly sore, but it felt amazing having his knot inside me like that, filling me and stretching me and tying the two of us together.

I felt him slide onto the bed next to me, then he pulled me close to him and we lay like that for a long time.

“Can I ask you a question?” Brian said in my ear as he nuzzled my neck.

“Yeah. You can ask me anything.”

“Do they really call it a stump? When you have a limb that’s cut off like that?”

I laughed out loud at the question because I knew exactly what Brian meant. “Yes, they do. And I hate it. It makes me feel like my leg is sitting out in the middle of a forest all by itself.”

“That’s sad. I don’t like that idea at all. Do they call it anything else?”

“Yeah, a partial leg or a residual leg. I like those a lot better.”

“Yeah, me too.”

As I drifted there in his arms I thought about what he’d said, about me moving in and him taking care of me, and I loved the idea so much, but I was still worried about being a burden. I wanted to believe Brian, and allow him to be the alpha and provide for me, but I wasn’t sure if I could make myself stop feeling like a loser, especially since I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Or what I was even capable of doing anymore.

I just had to keep hoping that I would continue to feel better about myself and my situation, and that Brian would be patient with me.