Page 25 of Fated
While Caleb typically surrendered to Asher’s lead in the bedroom, tonight’s rare offering of submission filled him with equal parts pride and responsibility.
Circling back behind Asher, Caleb let his hands roam over the firm curves of his beta’s ass. He alternated between playful spanks and gentle kneading, the contrast eliciting soft groans from Asher. Kneeling, he spread Asher wide, mouth watering at the sight before him. He leaned in, warm breath ghosting over Asher’s puckered entrance.
Asher sucked in a breath, fists clenching the sheets as Caleb’s tongue flicked out to tease him. The first lick was slow and testing, before Caleb worshipped him in earnest. Each stroke of his tongue was a methodical exploration of the tantalizing haven Asher offered up for him.
“My beautiful beta,” Caleb murmured between licks, voice thick with ardor.
Asher whimpered at the praise, body yielding under Caleb’s attention, his submission absolute.
Fenrir’s voice was a guttural whisper.“Take him.Show him he is ours.”Each word rippled through Caleb’s muscles, turning human movements into something wilder.
Gripping Asher’s hips, Caleb buried his face deeper, tongue probing with relentless precision. Desperation radiated from thebeta’s taut muscles—his body responding to every caress, every deliberate sweep of Caleb’s tongue—revealing his submission. Each soft cry seeped into Caleb’s blood, making his own erection strain with maddening pressure against his stomach.
When Caleb finally pulled away with one last lingering taste, Asher let out a broken sound. Caleb stood, cock aching as he slicked it with lube. The sight of Asher—breathless, vulnerable, utterly open—made his chest tighten with an overwhelming tenderness that transcended mere desire.
He drizzled more lube onto Asher’s entrance, fingers spreading it—probing, stretching his beta—with practiced ease. Asher gasped at the intrusion, hips bucking in response. When he reached for his own erection, Caleb caught the beta’s wrist with a firm grip.
“No,” Caleb growled. He leaned down, lips brushing Asher’s ear as he pressed the slicked head of his cock against his beta’s entrance. “Your pleasure is mine alone tonight.”
The tight heat of Asher’s body nearly undid Caleb as he pushed in. He groaned, fingers digging into Asher’s hips as he stretched past each tight ring of muscle. Asher’s sharp inhale turned into a deep, guttural moan as Caleb bottomed out. Their bodies perfectly aligned.
“Goddess, you feel amazing,” Asher gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
Caleb moved, strokes attentive and unhurried, each one brushing against Asher’s prostate. Fenrir roared in approval, the wolf’s presence bleeding into Caleb’s movements, lending them an edge of primal intensity.
“Hold it,” Caleb growled as he felt Asher’s body tighten around him. His own control wavered, but Caleb held firm, pushing Asher to the edge again and again, only to pull him back. He wanted Asher to feel everything—to know, without a doubt, that he was cherished, worshipped, and wholly his.
Asher’s moans bounced off the walls, body shuddering beneath Caleb’s steady rhythm. Each thrust reaffirmed their bond—alpha and beta, lovers, partners bound by trust deeper than hierarchy.
“Caleb,please,” Asher begged, desperation filling his voice.
“Not yet,” Caleb commanded, voice brimming with alpha authority.
Fenrir howled in delight, reveling in the display of power and devotion.
Finally, when Asher was on the verge of breaking, Caleb growled, “Now!”
The word was a release. An alpha’s order. A promise carrying all his love and affection.
Asher cried out, climax ripping through him as his body clenched around Caleb. The intensity of it was enough to pull Caleb over the edge, release spilling into his beta as Fenrir roared triumphantly in his mind.
Caleb collapsed onto the bed, pulling Asher into his arms. Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat, but the world felt quiet and whole.
Afterward, they showered together, movements slow and intimate. Asher pressed Caleb into the cool tile, making love to him in return. By the time they went to bed, tangled in each other’s arms, Caleb felt a sense of peace—the first in weeks since the summit invitation arrived in the mail. He sent a silent prayer to Selene, thanking her for Asher.
Tomorrow would bring the chaos of the summit, the landmine of politics and pressure. But tonight, in this quiet space, he had everything he needed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LENA
The party carried on, lively and buzzing with the hum of mingling auras, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. Lena had done her best to stay present, throwing herself into the social chaos. With Cian and Aiden occupied in deep discussions with other pack leaders, Ryker had anchored her throughout the evening, his jokes and casual touches providing stable ground while her wolf continued to surge and retreat like a tide chasing the moon.
He dragged her from one cluster of wolves to another, introducing her to alphas, betas, and their heirs. Even the stern Redridge Beta’s lips had twitched at Ryker’s compliments, while Alpha Thorne Ironclaw’s booming laugh had drawn stareswhen Ryker whispered something that made rivalry temporarily forgotten.
His charm and wit kept her from dwelling too long on the events of the evening. On the whisper of warmth where Kai’s body had pressed against hers. On the phantom brush of his breath against her neck. On everything she couldn’t have.
She learned more about the Night Walker and Silver Hollow packs’ trading networks and Ironclaw’s warrior training program. She’d laughed at Ryker’s shameless attempts to flirt with Runa, Alpha Blackwater’s daughter, who’d brushed him off with amused disinterest. Eventually, the Redridge Beta and Luna’s daughter gave him an enticing smile and whispered something that turned his confident grin feral.
