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Eli clenchedaround Kade’s fingers, his whole body curling with the aftershocks of release. Come painted his stomach and chest in slick, hot streaks, dripping slowly down his ribs. His skin gleamed with sweat, freshly spent and open in every way that mattered.
But Kade didn’t stop.
Couldn’t.
His fingers stayed deep, knuckles pressed firm, and he felt it—the subtle ripple of Eli’s body around him, still fluttering, overstimulated, pliant. Still trusting. No resistance. Just raw, exhausted surrender, trembling beneath him.
He could’ve pulled back, let Eli curl up and rest, watched him fall asleep with dried come on his skin and a dazed smile on his mouth.
But that wasn’t what this night was.
Not anymore.
Because something wild was coiled inside Kade—tight as a trapwire and twice as dangerous—and it snarled against the ragged wall of his restraint.
Kade sucked in a low breath through his teeth and looked down at him, this soft, flushed thing sprawled open across his bed like a goddamn offering. Eli’s thighs were shaking, parted and bent just so, one of Kade’s arms still hooked under his leg to keep him open wide. His cock lay soft now, wilted against his thigh, sensitive and slick with his own release.
But it wasn’t over. Not yet.
Kade’s fingers flexed inside him—lightly, gently—and watched the shiver ripple through Eli’s belly. The boy moaned under his breath, a wounded, overstretched sound that made Kade’s whole body flinch with want.
He could feel it building again.
The little involuntary shifts of muscle, the breathless tension tightening behind Eli’s hips—his body trying to flee even as it fucked itself slowly back onto Kade’s hand.
So responsive.
So ruinable.
Kade’s cock throbbed untouched in his shorts, stiff and leaking, a heavy ache pressing up against the fabric. His knot was already forming—distant, dormant, forced down where it belonged. He was keeping himself leashed. Just barely.
It would be so easy.
To climb on top of this boy, throw his legs over his shoulders, and fuck into him until Eli broke apart, soaked in sweat andscent and come. To fill him, mark him, bury all that wildness in the only rhythm that would match it.
But no.
That wasn’t what this was. Not now.
Animals took.
Kade wanted togive.
His wolf growled at the leash, pacing in his chest, desperate and starving—but Kade smothered it. Swallowed it down and fed it Eli’s moans instead. Fed it the little gasps, the way Eli’s head tilted to the side like he was exposing his throat just to be touched softer. Fed it on the way Eli pressed into the mattress and twitched every time Kade’s fingers curled forward?—
There.
That spot.
Kade pressed to it, slow and unrelenting, and Eli convulsed like he’d been touched with flame.
A gasp broke from his throat. A noise without shape or shame. Just heat.
Kade’s control coiled tighter. “You feel that?” he whispered near Eli’s jaw, his voice rough—more grit than tone. “Still wired for it. Still open.”
Eli squirmed, hips jolting back and forth against the pressure, but his leg stayed lifted over Kade’s arm, his hands grabbing nothing but air and sheets.
