Chance’s scent permeated everything. It was driving my wolf insane. I’d had to fight him back more than once, the beast desperate to split my skin and seek out the Omega in desperate need of breeding. I’d jerked off more in the past two days than I had in over a year, but every time I heard Chance moan through the wall that separated our bedrooms, I got hard all over again.

It was torture.

I wanted to be the reason the fox was crying out in pleasure. I wanted it to be my name he screamed as he came. I shouldn’t—but I did. Want surged through me and my wolf twisted and turned, growling and grumbling inside his human prison.

I lay in bed, flat on my back with my arms stretched out on either side. I counted each breath, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest. I listened to my heartbeat, the way it pattered in my ears like the beats of a rain shower on the windowpane.

When another lustful cry wailed out, I spat curses at the ceiling. Damn it, I needed a cold shower, stat. I all but shoved myself out of bed, my breath coming in pants now, because damn it all. My hands formed fists at my side, my arms tense and tight when I passed Chance’s room. I wanted nothing more than to yank the door open and climb into bed with him, to kiss away his moans until it was the only thing I could taste. To—

“Fuck.” I shut myself up in the bathroom and leaned against the door. It was cool against my heated skin, a slight relief. I reached over and flipped the exhaust fan on to drown out the sounds of the Omega fucking himself, then cranked the shower on.

The spray was ice cold when I stepped beneath it. I shivered and looked up at the ceiling, my hair slicked back away from my face. I closed my eyes and willed my pulse to stop racing. When I finally chased the lingering heat from my body, I twisted the knob to a much warmer temperature.

There was a knock at the door. A light tap. Everything inside of me went still. Maybe Soren needed to pee. The only downfall of this house was the single bathroom. “Yeah?” My voice echoed off the wet shower tiles. If it was Soren, he’d just barge in and take a leak without waiting for me to invite him in.

The door creaked open and immediately, I knew it wasn’t my brother. The Omega’s heat swamped through the steamy bathroom, slamming into me with the force of a freight train. I clenched my jaws to stop a moan from escaping, but my dick was already rising to attention, ready and willing to play Alpha.

“Chance?” I uttered, my voice hoarse, but he was pulling back the shower curtain and climbing over the lip of the tub before I had the chance to stop him. Tension cracked between us, drawn taut as a stretched rubber band. He was naked, pale and slender and hungry, and I couldn’t stop myself from drooling.

My gaze dropped and I blew out a sharp breath. His cock was as perfect as Charlie’s had been, long and slender with a thick, prominent dorsal vein. Its head was swollen and purple, glistening in the low light, in desperate need of release. This time, I did moan. “Chance…” My wolf’s growl rumbled through my chest, because he was hungry.

The fox’s hazel eyes were wide and pleading, his lips plump and kissable, and that rubber band snapped. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were on his body and I had him pressed up against the slick shower wall. His hoarse whimper was a plea for more, his hips bucking up against me when I covered his lips with mine in a heated, ravenous kiss.

I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to—and by the way Chance grabbed two handfuls of my hair to drag me closer, I knew he didn’t want me to, either. He gasped for breath, but I kissed that away too, my tongue delving deep inside to taste exactly what I craved. God, if he didn’t taste like heaven…

My hands roved over his slight frame and his skin burned beneath my touch. I rocked my wet body against his, nipping and sucking at his mouth and his tongue. He shuddered and groped over my ass, squeezing hard enough that I felt the bite of his claws. Fuck, yes. I grabbed his dick and he bucked into the touch with a shaken howl.

“Chance,” I panted, our bodies sliding together in frenzied, desperate motions. Everything that we were—Alpha and Omega, wolf and fox—fell away in the midst of the heat burning between us. Everything was lost in the haze of pleasure and need. I jerked my head back, my mouth swollen and bruised from his frantic kisses, and tried to catch my breath. “Chance. We shouldn’t.”

His eyes were liquid, the golden flecks in their mossy depths glinting brighter than the sun. “Please! Please… Just until it’s over. The toys aren’t enough.” His words were hushed, his voice raspy and ragged. “Huxley. Please. I need it.” His long fingers curled around my cock, stroking over me. I bit down on my lip with a hiss.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I knew better.

“You won’t. I want it. I want you.”

I knew better, but I couldn’t stop myself. In moments, I had the man plastered up against the tile, his ass on display. I wanted to take my time, to lick him open and savor the flavor of his slick on my tongue, but my wolf was rioting beneath my skin. My cock was dripping with need and Chance’s body was so wet, so hungry for my knot.

“Please!”

I was balls-deep in the fox before I could talk myself out of it. The force of my thrust had him pitching forwards and begging for more, his back dipping as he shoved his hips back against me. He babbled, rapid strings of words and curses. I took his body, hard and fast and desperate, our skin slapping together as my heavy balls smacked against his ass. The way his tight, hot body gripped mine was enough to make my cock swell.

“Oh, god, oh fuck, Hux! Please—more, harder, I need it. Please,” he panted out, rocking back against me. He met me thrust for thrust, his hands fisted over the tile of the shower stall. He whimpered, jerking each and every time I drove home. I growled and nipped his earlobe and his body clamped down around my cock. “Fuuuuuuck.”

“God, you feel so damn good,” I uttered, punctuating each stroke with a grunt. My hands were clamped over his hips, my fingers squeezing hard enough that I knew he’d have bruises, but from the fuck-drunk look on his face, he didn’t care. He’d regret this in the morning, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted him.

“F-Fuck, I’m close,” he was soon whispering. I reached around to grab his cock, squeezing, and he howled my name. “Hux, please, Hux—shit!” It didn’t take two strokes before his body went rigid. His muscles clamped down on my dick, fluttering wildly, and he came in hot spurts over my fist. I didn’t stop. I worked over him for all I was worth, milking out every last drop until my own release slammed through me.

His small body jerked and quivered and he moaned loud enough to wake the house. I thrust in deep. I came inside of him, my cock swelling, filling with blood as my knot squeezed past the tight ring of his asshole, locking us together with a burst of heat. I growled low with each pulse of my climax. “Mine.”

“Huxley…” He whimpered and collapsed against the tile and I stepped closer, to hold him up. I could feel my pulse throbbing inside of him, right along with his own, and I trailed kisses across his shoulder. I wrapped both arms around him as we both came down from that incredible high—and damn if it wasn’t the best drug in the world.

Just as I suspected, the moment he got his wits about him, his entire body went still. “F-Fuck! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t—” He began to struggle, but we were still tied, so I fastened him tight to my chest and hummed soft in his ear. He twisted his neck around to look at me. I kissed the frantic words from his lips.

“Don’t be sorry,” I murmured thickly. “I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep myself away from you, honestly. Until your heat is over, feel free to use me as you wish. Trust me. I’m not complaining.”

Pink tinted his cheeks, but his smile was such a sweet thing.

I was sunk.