Chapter Twelve

Xeus was very bright and nearly full in the night sky, its hue coloring the clouds red.

Lucien stared at it for a long moment before taking a deep breath and punching in the override code to the interior garden Aksel locked himself in during the full moon.

The lock flashed green, and the door clicked open.

Swallowing, Lucien slipped into the garden and let the door lock again.

Aksel might be angry with him.

Butthere was no real alternative. He knew Aksel. Aksel would never ask to risk Lucien's health by spending his rut with him. He wouldn't want to put him in danger or scare him, or some other protective bullshit like that.

If he wanted to prove to Aksel that he wasn't a fragile, broken flower, Lucien had to take matters into his own hands. He had to take the initiative for once.

Lucien had thought about it long and hard, wondering about the consent issues of what he was about to do. The last thing he wanted was to take Aksel's consent away. But he knew Aksel wanted him. Aksel did fuck him every day. His desire wasn't in question. Aksel just thought it was too dangerous—too unsafe for Lucien—to do it during his rut. His protectiveness was endearing, really. It made Lucien feel so damn warm on the inside. But he was tired of being treated like a fragile, breakable thing. He knew his own limits better than Aksel did, no matter how well-meaning and honorable Aksel's attitude was. And the moon wasn't actually full yet despite looking so. Lucien had calculated that there was still enough time for Aksel to actually talk to him and consent to spending his rut with him before he could no longer control his transformation.

A branch snapped.

Tensing up, Lucien looked around the dark garden, his heart beating faster. "Aksel?" he said softly, stepping forward.

There was a blur of movement—and then he was slammed against the tree behind him, something heavy and growly pinning him hard to it, a clawed hand wrapping around his throat.

"It's me!" Lucien gasped out, baring his neck submissively.

The dark form on top of him shoved his head against Lucien's throat and sniffed, growling.

All the hairs on Lucien's body stood up. There was nothing sentient in that sound; it was pure animal.

Perhaps he'd misjudged how far gone Aksel would be so close to the full moon.

It was hard to tell in the dark, but the body that was pressed against him seemed slightly bigger and wider than Aksel normally was. The face pressed against his throat was definitely different, Aksel's coarse scruff replaced by soft fur. He smelled a little different too, muskier. Pure alpha.

Lucien's hole was embarrassingly slick already, his cock hard and aching.

Aksel sniffed again, and a growl left his throat, before his claws ripped Lucien's pants and shirt. His underwear was gone next, and now he was completely naked.

He yelped as he was shoved face-first against the tree, a furred chest pressing against his back.

Oh God.

When a hard, huge cock nudged against his ass, Lucien's instincts took over. He arched his back, presenting his ass for the alpha and whined.

Growling like an animal again, the Xeus wrapped his clawed fingers around his neck and pushed his huge cock against Lucien's wet hole. He thrust inside, and Lucien whimpered. God, the stretch was incredible. Aksel was very big usually as it was, but in his Xeus form he was enormous. So damn thick. So, so good. He'd never been filled up like this.

Aksel snapped his hips forward, thrusting hard, and Lucien was powerless do anything but take it, take the unrelenting hammering, his muscles stretched to the limit. Inside he was a wet and trembling mess of his own slick and Aksel's pre-come, reduced to nothing more than a receptacle made for Aksel's cock, his seed. It was filthy; it was pure animal; the pounding he received, with none of the usual care Aksel showed him. And yet Lucien loved it. He went from whimpering to downright screaming on every thrust. He couldn't hold back his noises when he was being devastated by pleasure, drilled into with hard, powerful thrusts that went so far into him his organs seemed to be rearranging.

He came with a hoarse cry, but Aksel didn't stop. Lucien's inner walls kept clenching around the engorged cock that slammed into him relentlessly, again and again and again. It was heaven; it was hell. Lucien couldn't tell right from left, moaning weakly with every thrust of that enormous cock as he geared up for another orgasm. And then another, and another.

He didn't know for how long it lasted—how long he had been rutted into by the Xeus. His mind floated far, far away. Everything was just sensory; no more thoughts. His buttocks were stinging from the brutal thrusts of Aksel's hips, but all he could really focus on was the alpha's cock inside him. He could only whine weakly as he was used like a wet hole—and loved every moment of it.

At long last, Aksel made a guttural noise and something even thicker pushed into him. His knot, Lucien realized dazedly. God, Aksel was about to knot him.

Lucien wailed brokenly when the knot was finally shoved in, his hole stretching even wider to fit it. So damn thick and huge... Once they were locked together, Lucien gasped, his lashes fluttering in euphoria as Aksel's seed filled him up to the brim. So good, so perfect.Another weak orgasm shook Lucien's body, his hole milking the knot in him greedily.

That was the last sensation he remembered before he blacked out, his body overstimulated and exhausted.

***

When he opened his eyes, the sky overhead was lighter. It seemed it was nearly dawn.

The second thing he registered was that he was lying on his back, on the makeshift bed made of grass and his own ripped clothes. His body ached all over, but in a pleasant way he associated with sex.

"Lucien?" a hoarse voice croaked out.

Blinking, Lucien turned his head and focused his bleary gaze on the hulking form next to him.

Aksel's face looked slightly more like his usual self, though his body was still wider and bigger—and covered in fur.

"Are you all right?" Aksel said—more like, growled. His eyes were still glowing and his voice sounded off, too hoarse and deep, but with the dawn close and the moon losing its grip on him, the alpha was clearly capable of communication, somewhat.

"Of course," Lucien said, stretching. He smiled, pretending he couldn't smell how angry Aksel was. "Never better, actually."

The glare Aksel gave him was downright murderous. "What were you thinking? I could have hurt you!"

"But you didn't," Lucien said, reaching up and touching his furred cheek gently. "I knew you could never hurt me. I wasn't afraid. I could never be afraid of you, Aksel."

Aksel stared at him strangely. His furred throat moved a few times as he swallowed.He still smelled angry, but now there was something else in his scent too. Something hopeful, and bewildered and grateful, and a plethora of other emotions, most of them overshadowed by immense possessiveness.

Before Lucien could say anything else, Aksel was shoving his hips apart and diving down to lick his sloppy, used hole.

Lucien gasped, oversensitive and overstimulated, but the hunger in him built up quickly with every lap of Aksel's rough, coarse tongue.

He whimpered, spreading his thighs wider as Aksel's dark head moved between them, tongue-fucking him deeply.Aksel's tonguefelt so much bigger and longer in this form, the texture less smooth than Aksel's tongue normally was. But it felt amazing, and the fur felt surprisingly soft against his buttocks.

Moaning, Lucien pushed wantonly onto the Xeus's tongue, his hands reaching up to squeeze and knead his own breasts. It was embarrassing, but thanks to his fixation on them, Aksel had conditioned him to always want stimulation on his breasts. Now he wondered what the Xeus's fur would feel like on them, or his rough tongue on his nipples.

As if hearing his thoughts, Aksel moved up his body, rubbing his furred face all over Lucien's stomach until he reached his breasts. Lucien whined when the Xeus latched onto his nipple, his hole aching with the need to be filled up. "Fuck me," he begged. "Fuck me, alpha."

Aksel growled andclimbed on top of him, his body heavy and spicy with arousal. Alpha.

Lucien shivered, rubbing his hard nipples against the alpha's furred chest as a huge cockhead pressed against his hole.

Aksel was shuddering on top of him. "I can't," he ground out, his voice so growly it was barely comprehensible. "I can't hold back."

"Then don't," Lucien whispered. "Give it to me, darling."

And Aksel did.

He started thrusting, rutting into him with enough force to make it bruise, his girth driving Lucien crazy with need. It felt so incredibly good. Lucien was moaning nearly non-stop, overwhelmed in the best way.

There was still a distant part of him that couldn't believe he was really doing it: allowing the son of his husband to fuck him like this, allowing the man he'd once known as a boy to take him on the ground in his shifter form. It was obscene. It was so wrong on so many levels. But he needed this, he needed this so much, needed Aksel's cock, his thick, amazing cock, he wanted Aksel as deep inside him as he could get. It felt as right on a soul level as it felt wrong in his mind.

Aksel was growling as he fucked him harder and harder, the slick sounds of Lucien's hole vulgar and filthy, but Lucien's heart felt in heaven. It somehow felt like the most dirty, obscene act in the world and the most sacred. This was Aksel taking his body, his Aksel, his love—

Aksel's knot started inflating inside him and Lucien sobbed out and came hard. His spent cock went soft, but his body kept shivering with mini-orgasms with every spurt from Aksel's cock as his knot locked them up. So thick. So good. So, so good.

For a long, blissful while, it was the only thought in Lucien's head. He felt so good. So perfect. Everything was perfect with the world.

He barely registered Aksel pulling him into his arms and pressing Lucien's face against his throat.

"I'm sorry," Aksel said. His voice sounded like his own again, but it seemed to come from very far away.

"What for?" Lucien slurred, unable to open his eyes. Huh. So this was what people meant when they used the phrase "fucked silly." He'd never really believed that omegas could get high from being knotted by a compatible alpha. Until Aksel.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Aksel said, sounding unusually grim for a man who'd had marathon sex for most of the night. "None of this."

"Why not?" Lucien mumbled, mouthing his pec.

"I've never wanted to hurt you. Or scare you."

"You can never scare me, darling," Lucien murmured. "My darling."

He knew he should shut up. He couldn't risk saying something he would regret later.

But he also knew this would remain true: he would never be scared of Aksel, no matter how he looked.

He would always love him, no matter what.

Always.

"Kiss me," Lucien whispered, feeling clingy.

Aksel stared at him for a moment before leaning down and kissing him, again, and again, and again.