Craving Him | MM, Werewolf, Soulmate

Chapter 35

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Rick

Rick sat still on his knees, his heart pounding as he watched Sam's hooded eyes look at him expectantly. The tension between them was palpable. Charged. It had always been impossible for Rick to dismiss Sam's advances, no matter how much he tried. When Sam first confessed his feelings, Rick pretended it didn't just give him a fucking hard-on. But it had never been this difficult. He wanted to let go of all his reservations and do as Sam demanded. Cross the barrier he had set for himself. Because he knew that once he started this, there would be no stopping. One thing would lead to another, and the whole world would know what Sam meant to him. How fucking much he affected him.

Sam's eyes were full of desire as he waited patiently. Rick could feel his own restraint beginning to unravel under that gaze.

"You are not going to do it, are you?" Sam asked.

Rick clenched his jaw. How was he supposed to make Sam understand the extent of his need that had been gnawing at him for months? But there were things to consider. His role as Sam's coach complicated everything. If he was just another guy Rick wouldn't have thought twice. But Sam was his mate, and they would have a proper relationship if they started this.

"Sam..." Rick whispered, his voice barely controlled. His hand moved along the smooth skin of his legs. The warmth of Sam's skin against his palm felt amazing. Rick allowed himself to touch Sam and relish in the connection. Sam accepted his touch, his eyes fluttering shut, almost wavering Rick's resolve.

It was scary how bad Rick wanted to give in. To have a single taste of the man...of the boy he wanted. Sam's fingers laced through his hair, making Rick's breath catch. He wanted to feel more of Sam and lose himself in the heat between them.

But he couldn't. Not yet.

"I know you want this too," Sam whispered. The words were a plea, a temptation that Rick found harder and harder to resist. He could feel Sam's fingers tugging at the root of his hair, and for a moment, Rick almost gave in, nearly letting himself take what he had been holding back for so long.

"You have no idea how much I want this, Sam," Rick admitted. His forehead rested against Sam's stomach. His smell made Rick's restraint waver. Wildflower and musk. A combination he never thought he would like.

Rick raised his t-shirt and ran his nose on Sam's stomach, sticking his tongue out and licking, tracing the shape of his navel, savoring the taste of him, salty and sweet. But the weight of his responsibility, of the power imbalance between them, gnawed at him. If he did this now and the news broke out, Sam could be banned from the Team. The werewolf sports community was ruthless with their policy. It would take one complaint for the committee to ban Rick and Sam. It wouldn't matter to Rick. He never wanted to be the coach, but it could steal Sam's opportunity to shine. He couldn't risk taking that away from him.

"We can't... not yet," Rick said, forcing himself to pull back just enough to meet Sam's eyes. It took everything in him not to close that gap again, but he needed Sam to understand. "Not while I'm still your coach."

Sam's expression shifted, the hurt evident in his eyes, making Rick's chest tighten. He wanted to take that hurt away but knew he was doing the right thing.

"Why do you always do this?" Sam asked, his voice laced with frustration. "I thought you were willing to do anything to apologize."

Rick sighed, his thumb stroking Sam's waist, his hand unwilling to break the contact. "I am, but I am not willing to risk your career in The Hunting Games. I don't want you to look back and regret not waiting for a few more months," Rick said, his voice soft but firm.

"Just until after the tournament, when I'm no longer your coach. I promise I will make it up to you." Rick stood up and leaned in, pressing his lips lightly to Sam's, just enough to feel the electric connection that had been building between them for so long. Sam gasped, offering himself without hesitation.

Rick gave just a little bit, taking Sam's lips, sucking on them, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, and tasting him. His chest burned with the effort it took to hold back. To not go all the way with him. His hand slid to the back of Sam's neck, pulling him close, deepening the kiss, savoring the taste, the feel, the smell of Sam. In the back of his mind, his conscience asked him to stop and asked him to back away. But Sam's lips, his warmth, his very presence—it all made it so much harder to stop.

He pulled himself away reluctantly, breathing against his lips. "Hold on, Sam," Rick murmured, his voice rough. "Just a little longer."

Sam's breath hitched, and Rick could feel the frustration in his broken breath. Sam pushed his body against RIck, chasing that kiss. His fingers gripping Rick's shoulder, his lips seeking Rick's lips.

Rick pulled back enough to meet Sam's eyes. "After the tournament, when this is over... I'm all yours."

"Three more months?" Sam asked, eyes heavy with desire.

Rick nodded. "Can we do that?"

Sam gulped and licked his lips. Rick followed the movement, his cock jumping at the sight. Rick could feel the mixture of desire and frustration in Sam's eyes because it resonated within him. But Rick knew it would be worth the wait—for both of them.

"Okay," Sam whispered, pushing Rick away, crossing his legs, and putting his hands behind him. "Let's hold off till the tournament, then."

Rick's heart raced at the slight smirk on Sam's face.

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"These last three months are extremely crucial for you. I want you to be on top of your health. No injuries. People who have injuries are requested to attend their physiotherapy sessions diligently. From today, we will focus on technical aspects of the game."

"What's on today's agenda, sir?" Sam spoke up, emphasizing the word 'Sir.'

"Today, we will work on our Ambush, Pounce, and Takedown Technique," Rick said, holding Sam's gaze. Rick knew exactly what Sam was doing. He was edging him on with that use of the word 'Sir.' And those 'fuck me' eyes. Sam needed to stop if he didn't want Rick to bend him over right here right now. Rick's wolf was a whole nother problem. It wanted to possess Sam, to mark him and make him his every second of the day.

Rick taught the team ways to navigate silently in the forest. "Every movement makes noise in the forest. Twigs, dry leaves, water, you name it. A good player is the one who knows how to move with the least amount of noise. It can be beneficial for both Predators and Preys if they know to move without making a noise."

"Pair up. One will be Predator, and the other will be Prey. I will assign a specific region for you to practice your stealth. Use everything you have learned today."

The Team paired up, but Sam was left out. Rick expected one person to be left out; there were eleven players, including the standby. But he didn't think about Sam being that person. He was going to pair up with the last person, but he wasn't sure anymore.

"What do I do, Sir? I have no one."

Rick gulped. "I will pair with you."

"Come on, team, let's begin," Rick said, walking out of the training hall.