Chapter 116 You Missed Me Also
Alberto stormed out of Fernando's room, his blood roaring in his ears, cock still painfully hard against the confines of his trousers. His wolf clawed at the inside of his skull, snarling, demanding they turn back, pin their mate to the nearest wall and take what was theirs. He forced one foot in front of the other until he reached the corridor leading to his private wing.
The moment the door to his chambers slammed shut behind him, he tore at his shirt. Buttons popped and scattered across the marble floor. Trousers followed, kicked aside. Naked, skin fever-hot, he strode straight into the bathroom.
Steam was already rising from the deep soaking tub he’d had filled earlier in some half-formed hope it would cool the fire under his skin. He stepped under the rainfall shower instead, cranking the temperature to near-scalding. Water pounded his shoulders, his chest, his aching erection. He braced one forearm against the dark slate tiles and dropped his head, letting the spray beat against his neck.
His free hand slid down, wrapped around his cock, and stroked once hard. A low groan tore out of him.
He pictured Fernando the way he’d looked minutes earlier: shirt half-unbuttoned, throat exposed when he kissed him aggressively holding him in place just so he couldn't act up, the flash of sharp teeth. The scent of his cedar, smoke, and raw arousal still clung to Alberto’s lungs even here.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pumping faster. His hips jerked into his fist.
Then warm hands. Real hands. They slid over the wet curve of his ass, squeezed both cheeks possessively, thumbs digging into the meat of muscle.
Alberto froze.
A mouth pressed to the shell of his ear, voice low and rough with want.
“You also missed me.”
Fernando.
Every instinct screamed to shove him away, to snarl that this changed nothing, that Fernando had no right to touch him after everything. But the wolf inside him howled in triumph, drowning reason. Heat surged through Alberto’s veins, cock twitching violently in his own grip.
He spun.
Fernando stood there naked too, water streaming over the hard planes of his chest, dark hair plastered to his skull, eyes burning gold at the edges wolf close to the surface.
Alberto grabbed him by the back of the neck and crushed their mouths together.
The kiss was brutal. Teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance. Fernando groaned into it, hands sliding up Alberto’s back, nails scraping red lines that would heal in minutes but burn deliciously now. Alberto bit Fernando’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood; the copper taste only made him hungrier.
Fernando shoved him back against the tiles. Cold stone at Alberto’s spine, scalding water everywhere else, Fernando’s body a furnace pinning him in place. Their cocks slid together, slick with water and pre-cum. Alberto hissed at the friction.
“Tell me to stop,” Fernando rasped against his mouth. “Say it and I’ll go.”
Alberto answered by hooking a leg around Fernando’s hip, grinding up so their lengths trapped between them rubbed harder.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled.
Fernando laughed dark, victorious and dropped to his knees.
Water cascaded over them both as Fernando took Alberto’s cock into his mouth in one long, swallowing pull. No teasing. No preamble. Just wet heat and the flat press of tongue along the underside. Alberto’s head cracked back against the wall; a curse ripped out of him in Spanish.
Fernando sucked like he was starving, cheeks hollowing, one hand braced on Alberto’s thigh while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently, then tugging just enough to make Alberto’s hips snap forward.
“Fuck Fernando—”
Fernando pulled off with a wet pop, looked up through dripping lashes. “Say my name again.”
Alberto bared his teeth. “Fernando.”
Another deep suck, throat relaxing to take him to the root. Alberto’s fingers twisted in wet black hair, holding him there while he fucked into that perfect, greedy mouth. Fernando moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up Alberto’s spine.
When Alberto was trembling on the edge, thighs shaking, Fernando pulled away completely. He rose, spun Alberto around so his palms slapped against the tiles, ass presented.
“Spread,” Fernando ordered.
Alberto braced wider, water sluicing down his back. He felt Fernando’s thumbs part him, then the blunt, hot press of tongue.
“God yes—”
Fernando ate him out like it was worship and punishment at once. Licking broad stripes, circling the rim, then pushing inside with stiff, insistent thrusts of his tongue. Alberto’s knees nearly buckled. He clawed at the wall, panting, cursing, begging in broken phrases.
“More fuck, give me more—”
Fernando stood. One arm banded around Alberto’s waist, the other guided his cock to Alberto’s entrance. No fingers first. No lube beyond the water and spit. Just the slow, relentless push of Fernando sinking inside inch by thick inch.
Alberto’s breath punched out of him. The stretch burned, perfect and overwhelming. Fernando didn’t stop until his hips were flush against Alberto’s ass, cock buried to the hilt.
They stayed like that in a heartbeat both shaking.
Then Fernando started to move.
Hard. Deep. Every thrust shoved Alberto onto his toes. The sound of wet skin slapping wet skin echoed off the tiles, louder than the water. Fernando’s hand slid around to fist Alberto’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“You feel that?” Fernando growled against the nape of Alberto’s neck. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”
Alberto laughed, ragged and feral. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Fernando answered by slamming in harder, hitting that spot that made white sparks explode behind Alberto’s eyes. Alberto’s claws scraped tile, leaving gouges. His wolf surged, wanting to turn, bite, claim, but the pleasure pinned him in place.
Fernando’s free hand slid up, wrapped loosely around Alberto’s throat, not choking, just holding. Possessive.
“Cum for me,” Fernando said, voice wrecked. “Let me feel you.”
Alberto tried to fight it, tried to drag it out but Fernando angled just right, jerked him just right, and the orgasm ripped through him like a blade. He came with a shout, painting the tiles, inner muscles clamping down so hard Fernando cursed and followed two thrusts later, burying himself deep and spilling inside.
They stayed locked together, breathing harshly, water still pounding down.
Fernando pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of Alberto’s shoulder.
“Don’t,” Alberto muttered, even as he leaned back into the touch.
“Too late,” Fernando whispered.
Alberto closed his eyes.