Craving Him | MM, Werewolf, Soulmate

Chapter 41

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Sam

Rick's eyes move on Sam's face as if taking in every detail, including the nose, corners of his eyes, and lips. He tended to look a lot at Sam's lips, Sam had noticed. Sam licked the said lips, feeling tingles, and saw Rick inhaling at the sight.

The bed creaked. Rick moved closer.

"What are you going to do?" Sam asked nervously. He'd imagined this moment countless times, yet with his heart pounding and anticipation swirling in his chest, it felt completely new and electrifying.

Rick didn't speak as he rose on his hands and knees, straddling Sam. Sam could feel the heat radiating his body and smell his manly aroma. Sam lay still, enamored and shaking with nervous energy. Rick must have done this thousands of times; it must be a walk in the park for him while Sam was freaking the fuck out. He was more courageous than that. 

But God, he looked hot. No wonder he got so much action in his bed.

"Why are you breathing so hard?" Rick asked.

"What?" Sam asked, his voice soft and distant.

"Are you scared?"

"Of course not," Sam replied, his tone laced with defensiveness.

"You look like you are scared," Rick whispered, putting a finger on a spot on Sam's neck. "Your pulse is jumping wildly."

Sam gulped. "You do realize I am a virgin, right?"

Rick met him. "So you keep reminding me, Sam."

"I don't want you to be shocked by my inexperience," Sam said.

A hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Rick's lips.

"I find it endearing when you turn bright red when you are near me." Rick teased, brushing a thumb over Sam's cheek.

Sam's lips parted, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling inside him.

"I like it that way," Rick tilted his head and murmured it on his lips.

He leaned closer, and Sam noticed ruffled hair. He must have been running fingers through his hair.

"Did I scare you?" Sam asked, his voice soft.

Rick's brow furrowed, clearly surprised by the question.

"With my panic attack," Sam explained. "You showed up at the hospital so fast. I didn't expect you to come like that."

Rick's gaze grew intense. "How could you not expect me to come when you were in distress? Your wolf was calling to me."

Sam's eyes widened. "Really? I didn't even realize."

Rick's expression softened. "We're mates, Sam. Do you understand what that means?"

Sam looked down, a little embarrassed. "Not really. I mean, I know werewolves have mates, but... I've never seen it up close. My mom wasn't mated, and then, when I left the pack, I never saw it around humans." He glanced back up at Rick, his curiosity genuine. "What does it mean to be... mates?"

Rick paused, taking in Sam's earnest expression. A mixture of tenderness and resolve softened his features.

"It means that you're a part of me, Sam. Your pain, your happiness—it's all mine too. When you hurt, I feel it. When you're in danger, my wolf's instincts kick in to protect you, no matter what. That's why I showed up so fast. I could sense you were in trouble."

"It also means," Rick continued, his voice low, his hand reaching out to touch Sam's cheek. "Being mates isn't just a bond—it's a promise."

Sam never thought of it like that. Now that Rick said it, the weight of their relationship registered with Sam. And instead of feeling afraid, he felt glad, relaxed, and relieved that what he had with Rick wasn't momentary. It made sense why Sam's feelings towards Rick always felt so profound, like his heart would leap out and follow Rick. It was difficult for him to imagine himself with anyone but Rick.

"Does it mean I will be the only one who will make you hard?" Sam asked, feeling brave.

Rick smirked, his fingers circling Sam's throat. "I don't know, Sam. But ever since you showed up at Jordan's office, you have been the only one I imagine fucking. I haven't been with anyone since I met you. And I am a guy with a high sex drive. So you can imagine the effort it took me to hold off."

"You don't need to hold off anymore."

Rick bent down instead of answering. Then, he did something Sam didn't expect. He ripped his shorts off.

"Rick.." Sam squeaked a little too loudly. "Why did you do that?"

"Not holding back. This is me, Sam. This is who I am. I get impatient sometimes."

His cotton pants scraped against Sam's naked skin. The sensation made Sam want to squeeze his legs together.

"How are you so muscular? I have never seen you work out," Sam blurted out. Maybe this wasn't the time to ask such lame questions because he didn't even seem to register his blabbering.

His forehead grazed Sam, his torso pressed against Sam's, making him squirm.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this?" Rick's voice was deep, like the sound of the wolf inside him instead of the human.

"Will it hurt?" Sam asked, biting his lips. He had heard too many horror stories of how much it hurt to take a cock back there. And going by Rick's size, he might be ripped in two.

"I will prepare you, Sam. I might be impatient, but I am not a brute. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do."

Rick took Sam's hand and pulled them above his head. "You are beautiful like this," Rick said, kissing Sam's lips softly.  Sam moaned, raising his hips to rub against Rick's torse, needing friction, needing something to elevate the pressure building in his groin.

Sam threaded his finger through Rick's blond hair.

"No. No. No," Rick warned, "keep your hands above your head. Let me have my taste."

Sam closed his eyes and bit on his bottom lip from screaming out in pleasure and frustration. He didn't want Rick's family to hear what Rick was doing to him. 

Rick took his time exploring every part of Sam. Right when Sam thought he would burst into flames, Rick stopped. 

Rick took his chin, "Open your eyes," Rick said, forcing him to look at him. "Did you really think I was going to let you come so easily? No baby, I am going to take my time," he said, looking dead serious.

"Then don't touch me like that," Sam bit out.

Rick smirked. "I guess I have to teach you how to hold off."

Sam closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Now, enough talk. Open your legs, Sam. Let me see what's mine."

Sam nodded. He had a feeling this would be the most profound experience of his life.