Page 23 of Rescued by the Alpha

Elam approached him then wrapped his arms around his waist. “I know. And I appreciate how sensitive you’re being about everything.”

Elam bit his lip to keep from smiling at the flush that had bloomed on Nic’s cheeks. He’d pegged him as the strong, silent type from the beginning, but the little blushes whenever the conversation snuck into emotional territory warmed Elam toward Nic even more.

Nic tugged him closer. “I’ll do my best when it comes to stuff like that. Call me on it if you’re not hearing what you need to hear from me.”

“I will.” Elam rested his head on Nic’s chest. “Thank you.”

After building the fire back up to heat the cabin some more before they went to bed, they relaxed on the couch together with one of Nic’s legs hooked over one of Elam’s, their heads resting against each other’s. More stories were shared about the different packs and how the Alliance worked. As Nic recounted their earlier history, Elam’s suspicion that there had been a story behind why Nic’s family had left Russia were revealed. Although werewolf persecution never would’ve made it onto his list of possible explanations, Nic’s story made sense.

“That’s intense.” Elam idly ran his thumb over Nic’s knee. “It’s funny. My grandmother on my mom’s side was Russian. When I was little, she’d tell me all these werewolf stories that she’d grown up with.” Elam angled his body to look Nic in the eyes. “Not gonna lie. They scared me pretty bad.

My mom used to get so mad at her because I’d have nightmares.”

Nic caressed his cheek. “I’d never hurt you, baby.”

Elam smiled. “You said that before. It’s nice. Both the endearment and the promise.” He cleared his throat. “And anyway, if I became a werewolf, I’d never have to worry about it, would I?”

Before he’d had the chance to take another breath, Nic had tugged him onto his lap, their limbs tangling as they struggled to get closer, their lips meeting in a fury as Nic kissed him with a ravenous hunger. The inner warmth he felt whenever Nic aroused him surged, the sensation something he’d never experienced with any other lover. The heat seemed particularly strong, though, and the urge to present his ass to Nic, to beg him for a good, hard fuck—was becoming harder to resist.

Is it because he’s my mate? The more Nic revealed to him, the more he wondered if allowing Nic to turn him was the only option that would give him the love and happiness he’d hoped to share with Andy. Maybe he’d subconsciously chosen to come to this part of Alaska because Nic’s wolf was calling to him. My Russian ancestry. Maybe Nic’s wolf was calling to his ancient wolf that was buried so deep inside him, that only Nic could set it free.

Elam grabbed Nic’s shoulders and broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Turn me, Nic. Please. I want you to.”

Nic frowned, blinking several times as he stared down at him. “You’re not thinking straight, Elam. We’re on a full moon and the pull is at its strongest.”

Despite his words of caution, Nic ground his steeled length against Elam’s hard cock and they both groaned in unison.

Elam clutched the short white strands of Nic’s hair and thrust back. “Maybe. But listen to me. I believe you, believe in this. Something just clicked for me and I know this is the right thing to do.”

He pulled Nic down to crush their mouths together again, his dick throbbing—and to his surprise—his passage too, the heat inside him seeming to center there and making him crazy with want. Almost like I’ve already been slicked up, prepped.

Nic growled against his lips. “On your belly.”

Before Elam could respond, Nic had effortlessly flipped him then yanked at his sweats while Elam pushed back his ass, unashamed in his desire. The compulsion to be penetrated grew to the point where it erased everything else. Nothing mattered except Nic filling him with his seed.

“Now, Nic. Give it to me now.”

In his lust-addled daze, he barely registered Nic tugging him on his knees, spitting on his hole and fingering his passage. The penetration did nothing to ease his desperation, instead, it seemed to make his inner ache worse. Tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes.

“Please, Nic. I need you inside.”

Elam gasped as Nic’s cockhead breached him, the sting of being entered without much prep dissipating almost immediately. Nic punched the rest of the way in and he only had a second to contemplate why it had been so easy before Nic picked up a rapid pace of fucking him.

Yes.

Nic cocooned him with his frame, holding him around the waist as he rammed him, grunting and growling against his ear with each punishing thrust. Sweat built between them as their rutting narrowed Elam’s world down to their physical bond, to the maddening inner heat that was slowly beginning to subside, that was drifting into an unnamable pleasure. Nic entwined his fingers with Elam’s, bringing their joined hands above Elam’s head as he tightened his arm around Elam’s middle, the force of his lovemaking never abating.

Right as Nic clamped his lips on the crook of Elam’s shoulder, he froze, pumping his cum into Elam then biting down hard. Elam screamed his shock, his mind a jumble of bizarre images, his perceptions disrupted by a chaos of sensations slamming into him all at once. Instead of feeling the heat of Nic’s seed inside his passage, a soothing coolness seemed to fill his core. The sharp pain from Nic’s bite made his muscles throb in a pleasurable agony and he cried out the moment Nic grasped his cock, spilling his own cum over Nic’s fingers.

“Oh, fuck. What’s happening?”

Elam fought against a rising panic as he realized the base of Nic’s cock had swelled, hardening rather than softening. Nic’s rigid length had spread Elam’s rim more, locking him in place, holding them together. Elam sighed as he accepted the strange occurrence, refusing to analyze the deep satisfaction of being joined with Nic in such a way. He’d been filled by his mate. He held Nic’s seed inside him and he was powerless beneath his lover. They were one in that moment.

Nic lapped at the wound on his neck and the throbbing in his muscles dwindled to a dull ache.

The pain from the actual bite was almost gone and Elam reveled in being taken by his mate, his Alpha. That’s the word I couldn’t find earlier.