Page 67 of Fated
“You taste incredible.” Asher’s voice dripped with desire as he wrapped a hand around Caleb’s base. “Salt. Cedar. A pinch of brooding on the back end.”
The unexpected quip pulled a choked laugh from Caleb that transformed into a moan as Asher licked a slow circle around the sensitive head of his cock. Even now—especially now—Asher knew how to cut through his defenses, how to make him remember they were more than just alpha and beta.
Fenrir rumbled with pleasure, completely at ease submitting to their beta as Asher’s tongue flicked over him, teasing, savoring.
When Asher took Caleb’s cock into his mouth, the world contracted to a single point of heat and pressure. Caleb’s hands clutched at the sheets, not in the practiced way of lovers, but with the desperation of a male encountering raw pleasure without filters. Each swirl of Asher’s tongue scattered his thoughts, each hollow of his cheeks pulled him deeper into pure ecstasy.
Asher’s hand moved deftly. He slid a single lubed finger inside Caleb, his movements in perfect rhythm with the slow bob of his head. Caleb’s thighs tensed as Asher added a second finger,stretching him carefully while taking more of him into his mouth.
“Asher!” Caleb’s voice trembled with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.
Asher hummed around him, the vibration sending shocks of sensation through his groin and outward to his fingertips and toes. The beta’s fingers continued their steady rhythm, breaching him more deeply with each careful thrust. Time fractured around them—seconds stretching into eternity, then collapsing into breathless instants. By the time Asher pressed a third finger inside, Caleb’s thighs quivered uncontrollably, lungs seizing as Asher’s mouth slid all the way down, taking him to the knot.
Pack hierarchy dissolved and reformed into something holy—the public alpha privately yielding, the supportive beta now leading. This reversal wasn’t contradiction but completion, the missing piece that made their bond whole. The freedom of being commanded rather than commanding sent Caleb tumbling toward edges he couldn’t access alone, his perpetual vigilance unraveling like frost under morning sun.
Fenrir’s consciousness expanded within him rather than surging forward, a vulnerability no other creature would ever witness. This was their most precious secret: how the alpha who led a territory trembled under his beta’s touch, finding liberation through submission.
A guttural groan tore from Caleb’s lips as Asher swallowed around him then withdrew with tantalizing patience, tongue trailing along Caleb’s length like a whispered promise. Asher’s lips brushed against the inside of his thigh, making his cock twitch in excitement.
“You’re perfect,” Asher murmured, the words vibrating against Caleb’s skin as he pressed another kiss to his hip.
Caleb’s chest heaved, body caught in the paradox of complete relaxation and electric anticipation as Asher shifted back up. Their eyes locked, and something primitive passed between them—wordless understanding that transcended their pack roles. His beta’s hand remained perfectly steady while coating himself, revealing a confidence that made liquid heat pool in Caleb’s core as Asher guided his length to the waiting entrance.
When Asher pushed forward, nerve endings Caleb had forgotten existed ignited along his spine—territories that remained dormant except during such intimate encounters. The stretch stung and soothed simultaneously, a pressure against hidden places that made his own cock throb without being touched, a completed circuit that made him feel whole.
Caleb’s legs wrapped around Asher’s waist, pulling him closer as he adjusted to the fullness. It had been days since he’d taken Asher into his body, and the sensation was almost overwhelming—physically and emotionally. Caleb’s hands clutched at Asher’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin as his chest rose and fell in rapid breaths.
“You okay?” Asher asked, pushing the hair back from Caleb’s face.
Caleb nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled shakily. “Yes,” he whispered, voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and need. “Just…don’t stop.”
Asher obeyed, sliding deeper with achingly slow precision, hands bracketing Caleb’s hips to hold him steady. The sensation bordered on too much, but it was exactly what Caleb craved, the intensity that reminded him of everything Asher meant to him.
When Asher was fully seated, they both stilled, foreheads pressed together as they shared a quiet, shuddering breath.
“You feel perfect,” Asher whispered, voice thick with awe.
“So do you.” Caleb shifted, legs tightening around Asher’s waist. The movement drew a groan from both of them, theirbodies finding a rhythm that was purposeful yet tender, every stroke a testament to their bond.
Caleb’s hands roamed over Asher’s back, fingers tracing the curves of muscle and the dips of scars that told the story of the male he loved. The feeling of Asher sliding into him again and again—the friction of his own erection caught between their bodies—sent charges of pleasure coursing through Caleb, building steadily with each thrust.
When the barrier finally gave way, it wasn’t an eruption but a complete dissolution. Caleb’s release painted his skin as Asher’s name tore from his throat. His body clutched rhythmically around the intrusion, muscles he couldn’t consciously control expressing what words never could: a primal need to keep Asher locked within him even as his climax rendered him momentarily weightless.
Asher groaned, quickening his pace, each stroke deeper, more urgent as he chased his own orgasm. His thrusts grew more erratic, breath hitching before he buried himself deeply one final time. His cum flooded Caleb in warm, pulsing spurts. The intensity left Asher trembling, his forehead dropping to Caleb’s shoulder as he shuddered through the last of his climax.
Caleb’s legs relaxed around Asher’s waist, but his arms remained wrapped tightly around him, anchoring them both in the aftermath. Being filled so completely, sharing something so profound, left Caleb feeling both raw and whole at once.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. Asher pressed soft kisses along Caleb’s shoulder, hands tracing soothing patterns along his sides.
“You’re my constant,” Caleb whispered, voice drowsy but filled with conviction. The fire in their suite had burned low, casting everything in shadows that made confession easier. “When Fenrir speaks of mates—” He swallowed, the word heavybetween them. “I don’t know if I could bear it if that meant losing this. Promise me I’ll always have you, no matter who else Selene brings to us.”
The admission dried his mouth. His pulse stuttered, then galloped. A decade of unspoken fear coalesced into those few syllables. They’d never directly confronted the possibility of a mate changing everything, though it had haunted the edges of their relationship since Caleb’s eighteenth birthday.
Asher pressed a kiss to Caleb’s temple, arms tightening around him. “Always,” he promised.
Caleb closed his eyes, imprinting this moment into muscle memory.
But Fenrir’s message thrummed beneath his ribs:“Mate will be with us soon.”
