HEAT AND RUT. (Alpha Lycan And His Omega Tiger)

SOAKING UP MY FINGERS.

Chapter: 52
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Conri shut the door as soon as they entered, and stood with his back pressed against it. His hand gripping Caleb had left him, and now the Weretiger just stood there, watching him breathlessly. They held eye contact for a good amount, none looked away from the other for the longest time. With how he had dragged him up here, Caleb thought he would toss him to the bed the second they got in, and mount him so wickedly he would not be able to walk in days. But, instead, the Lycan just stood there, watching him. As if he were scrutinizing him from behind his mask of shame. As if he could see everything that went on in the back of his head.

Conri wasn't in his right senses, but somehow he could feel the pheromones close to him, and he knew very well who they belonged to. He didn't want to do it, but the Weretiger was calming his Rut, and he needed to keep him close, or else he would go insane. So, he stood there and just looked at him. He could feel the Tiger getting anxious, his eyes wandering from his to the floor repeatedly. His breathing labored, his fingers pinching the hem of his shirt. It seemed as though he was waiting for an opportunity to bolt from his presence.

The longer Conri observed him the clearer his vision got. As he became more conscious, it was clear that he could see everything clearly. From the way, his pupils were dilated to the way he clenched his jaw. He could hear each and every one of his pained gasps. He could feel them. He could tell the Tiger was confused, ashamed, and nervous. He could tell because his hands were shaking slightly when he placed them on his waist as if trying to hold them still. He could see the trembling from where he was standing.

Conri growled deeply in his throat when he felt that cursed heat filling his veins once again, his pheromones began to spread across the room, creating waves and clouds of mist. A pang of pain shot through his head when he realized that the pheromones were affecting the Weretiger too. Caleb's pheromones rose rapidly and blended smoothly with his. Conri reached for his hand and pulled him closer to him, then very slowly turned him around so his back was pressed against his front. The move brought his groin into contact with Caleb's ass. The large rigid erection pressed between the cheeks and the sensation sent a pulse through Caleb's body making his cock jerk. It was already straining at the limits of his jeans and somewhat painful. Caleb decided he didn't care as he moaned and pressed back, rubbing his ass back and forth.

Then Conri's lips came down on the bare skin where his neck and shoulder met. His teeth didn't touch Caleb's neck, but his soft lips did in a small nip that had results neither of them expected. Both of them moaned simultaneously, which only made Caleb press even closer to the Werewolf, grinding their hips together. Conri's hands fell to Caleb's backside and slid downwards over the muscles before coming to rest at his waist. He pressed up into the man.

"Conri-" Caleb moaned softly and it seemed to have snapped Conri from whatever high he was on as he shoved him away, and began pacing the bedroom floor. "Please-" Caleb begged, feeling his knees about to buckle. "Don't do this, Don't leave me. Please... I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I don't know what got over me, please, forgive me... I need you. I-I love you." He sobbed shamelessly.

Conri stopped short when Caleb's words registered amidst the chaos swirling around in his brain. Then, he turned around and faced the Weretiger, lust, and desire burned deeply within his colorful eyes. Conri yanked hard on his arm, pulling him into his chest. Their heated skin met, and they both groaned. Caleb couldn't tell if it was his Rut acting up again, but whatever it was he was willing to welcome it as long as he would continue to touch him like this. Caleb shuddered as his large Mate picked him up and carried him toward the bed. Conri laid him down slowly, and in one swift motion, ripped his pants and Caleb's away in haste; throwing them to the side of the room somewhere. Caleb let out another moan when Conri straddled him, rubbing his body against his.