Knox Briggs
Last night was absolutely perfect. The feel of Xan in my arms, the sounds he makes when he fucked himself on me. It drove me crazy.
I swear I dreamt of hearing those beautiful sounds. Rolling over, I shift him. He's asleep on his stomach, with his leg bent. Needing more of him, I push his leg a bit higher, and grab the lube.
I coat myself, already hard and eager. I drop the bottle somewhere in the mess of the bed. I'm pushing my tip to his entrance. He lets out a quiet noise, almost like a whine.
I lean in, kissing his bare back as I push in, breaking through the first ring of muscle. I didn't prep him first, so i take it slow. Xan buries his face into the pillow, and I push another inch in.
I take it slow, not wanting to tear him or harm him. I push little by little, until he huffs. "I can take it" his voice is sleepy, but he's needy. Pushing his hips back into me.
I take a deep breath, then snap my hips forward until I'm completely buried inside him. His tight walls suffocate me, and it feels so good. Resting my forehead on his back, I pull back an inch, and push back in.
He gasps, but it's quiet. His face is still buried in the pillow, and his hands are gripping the sheets by his head. I do a couple more test thrusts, until im full blown fucking him.
He feels so perfect around me. We were made to be together, and I can feel it in every thrust. I can feel our bond shining and vibrating. I can feel his pleasure like it's my own. It's absolutely perfect.
"You're so good baby. You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock" i murmur into his skin, and he whimpers at my words. My little angel is a sucker for praise.
Somehow in the middle of our fucking, Xan ends up with both his knees sunk into the bed, and his ass in the air. I'm behind him, on my knees fucking into him.
We lasted a lot longer today than last night. Which is surprising, because ive been riding a high sense we marked each other. The mark is throbbing, a bit sore, but it just adds to the moment.
Xan's pushing back on me, meeting each thrust with everything in me. I'm teetering the edge, seeing his perfect body bare, and hearing him moan, whine and gasp for me. For more. I give him everything I got, and he's exploding under me. His body shakes through his orgasm, clenching around my cock, choking it.
I follow after him, pushing in and filling him. I have to catch myself from falling onto him, because this high was just as intense as last night for me.
I stay inside him until I'm soft, and then I flop down beside him, letting out a heavy breath. Alexander turns onto his side, facing me. His cheeks are tinted pink, and his eyes are blown wide.
"You okay angel?" i murmur, running my fingers through his hair.
"That was so good," he whimpers, pushing into me. He's hard again, and a laugh bursts from me.
"Again?"
"Again" he nods eagerly, climbing onto my lap.
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We spent the next 24 hours, fucking. That's all we did. We stopped to eat a couple times, which turned into us fucking in the kitchen, in the living room. On the floor while we tried to make it to the bedroom.
It was something I've never experienced. My first mate was so different. I don't like to think about it, and I don't want to compare anything. But it's so different. This feels like I was meant to be with Alexander, and that's all I can really think of.
We're two people bonded for life, but I was bonded to someone before this. It wasn't like this. Alexander needs me, but I need him just as much. I want him, and I'll always want him.
I feel like our beginning laid all the pieces down for our life, for our story. It was a bad time for Xan, and he still has bad days. But we got through it, together. We will always get through it.
My fingers run through his curls. He's asleep on my chest, snoring quietly. He's littered in bruises, fuck, so am i. It wasn't making love, or gentle, it was fucking. I guess we tend to forget there's the primal need in us. The animalistic need. That we have to feed that just as much as we have to feed our human desires.
I slip out from under my mate, and I take a quick shower. Washing my hair and body, then standing under the sprayer for a while. Xan slips in at some point, likely waking up from me leaving.
I help him wash up, and somehow I end up back inside him. It's addicting. I need him. He needs me. We fit perfectly together. His legs are loosely around my waist, his bare back against the shower wall as i fuck into him.
My face is buried in his neck, grunts exploding from inside me. My lips trail his neck, and over his mark sucking on the tender flesh.
"Knox" he murmurs, chanting my name over and over as his body tenses. His back bows off the wall, and cum spurts between our bodies. But that isn't the end. We don't make it out of the shower for another half an hour, but when we do, we're clean and satisfied, for now.
We eat, with Xan in my lap. We watched a movie, with my mate in my arms. Something snapped into place when he took me the next day. Something deeper, something permanent.
I barely survived losing my last mate. But I know, here and now. I know I won't survive losing him.
If I lose him, I'll lose myself. There's no me without him. No him without me. The words don't need to be spoken for us both to feel it.
I feel it sink into our bond, laying the groundwork.
Our relationship is shifting, but it's turning into something deeper than I thought possible. I squeeze my mate close to my body, kissing his head. I know he feels it, because he doesn't leave my side unless it's to use the bathroom.
We stay like this for a week. Fucking, clinging to each other. Being with each other. But that also means no demons are in his brain. The only thing in Xan, is me. And for once, he gets a break, and we take it.
But when the week comes to an end, we settle back into our old routines. It's not spoken, either. We still cling to each other, but we are productive and learning how to live our new life together.
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