13. A Virgin In Heat

13

A VIRGIN IN HEAT

Wren flushed. "I, um. I've never been in heat."

Fang froze. "Really?"

"Yeah." Wren shrugged in embarrassment. "I guess mages just... bloom late or something?"

"Whatever the case may be, I'd much rather us be somewhere safe to deal with it."

"The apartment?"

"Yes. We're two hours away."

"That's... a long time." Wren squirmed, digging his nails into his thighs. It felt as though the fire in his body would devour him before they got there. And he barely even felt the plug inside him; it wasn't big enough anymore.

"You're not on birth control, are you?"

Wren shook his head. "I've never had a reason to be."

Fang swore quietly. "We'll have to stop for condoms."

Need surged through Wren. Condoms meant that Fang was going to touch him. With his cock. He was going to hold Wren down and push his cock inside, and it was going to unload cum into his body.

Wren tried to breathe. He shoved his hand between his legs, his pants uncomfortably tight. "Um... You have a knot, right?"

"Yes." Fang glanced at him sideways. "I can keep it outside your body if you don't want it."

"I want it."

Fang's smile grew wide and dangerous. "Are you sure, Birdie? I can't pull out when it's locked inside you. It's big."

"Will it make me come?"

"Yes. It'll press against your prostate and make you squirm. Sometimes it'll make you come. More if I hold you down and fuck you properly with it."

Wren's briefs were suddenly drenched with slick. How did that happen when he had a plug in there? Had he just... gotten that loose? "Um." He pushed down harder on his throbbing length, needing to come but too embarrassed to ask if it would be okay.

"Fuck, your scent. " Fang's voice dipped into a growl. He hit two buttons on the center console, so the windows on either side of them cracked open.

Even then, Fang was breathing shallowly, his gaze fixed on the road.

"I can't breathe too deeply right now," Fang murmured. "I can't risk going into a rut this far away from a safe place."

"Should I be in the backseat?"

Fang grimaced. "I'd either have to stop and risk someone catching up to us, or have your wet ass rub against my shoulder. Neither is a good idea, Birdie."

He cracked open Steffie's window and closed Wren's, so the air flow in the car completely bypassed Wren. That made more sense.

"Sorry," Wren mumbled.

"It's not your fault." Fang reached over, squeezing Wren's knee. "But I'm going to stop talking about it right now, because I need to stay sane for the next hour and fifty minutes."

Wren peeked discreetly at the man beside him. There was a thick bulge in Fang's pants that wasn't there before, and it strained against his fly like it was about to rip the zipper apart. Wren pressed down on his own cock, swallowing his whimper.

"W-will you, um. Will you chase me? Before you... use that?" Wren gestured vaguely at Fang's hips.

Fang's gaze darkened. "You want to be hunted and claimed?"

Wren nodded mutely, his hole squeezing.

"I can't while we're here," Fang said slowly. "But when we get home... we can. Either in the forest, or inside my house. I'll give you a head start and let you run for a while before I chase you down and claim you."

"By ‘claim', you mean pinning me down and—" Wren whimpered, glancing at Fang's bulge.

"Pinning you down, pushing your legs open, filling you up with my cock. If you're wearing clothes, I'll rip them off." Fang's canines grew longer. "I'll thrust in a few times and release you, just so I can chase you down again. Stake my claim by staking you with my cock."

Wren dripped, grinding his fingertips against his own bulge just to take the edge off.

Fang ran his hand down his face, staring at the road ahead. "After hearing all that, is a chase something you still want?"

"Yes," Wren said raggedly. "I'll wait."

He would never have dared to ask for something like that, were it any other time. But right now, he needed—he could only think about being held down and filled, about Fang on top of him, inside him, fucking this aching need out of him.

"Do you have any food in the apartment?" Fang asked suddenly. "You were in Cartfalls for a while, so I'm going to assume that there's nothing perishable left in the fridge."

"I think Quinlan might've left some food around while he was there with Griff."

Fang hummed. "I'd rather be safe. We'll grab some things at a grocery store, and stay in for a few days. Get your little hole all stretched—Fuck. I'm shutting up."

Fang dropped his hand between his legs, giving himself a hard squeeze. Wren grew so wet, he was certain he'd soaked through both his pants and briefs.

"We can, um, play games?" he blurted, spasming when need pulsed through him. "Road trip games?"

Fang snorted. "If that's what it takes to distract me. I've never spent a heat with anyone before."

Wren's heart thumped. Fang was giving Wren one of his firsts.

"What about I Spy?" Wren said with forced cheer.

"Great!" Fang replied, his grin more like baring teeth.

Somehow, they got through twenty rounds of the game. The thing about playing I Spy in a moving vehicle, though, was that sometimes things disappeared while the other person was still trying to guess what it was.

"Is it a—scarecrow?" Fang growled, his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel. "Because the only thing around with his jeans full of plant material is me."

Wren choked on his saliva. "It's a scarecrow."

"Good to know I could be a scarecrow," Fang said dryly.

"You're not! You're warmer. And—and softer." Wren cringed, trying to come up with better explanations and failing miserably. "And, um, you're gooder. And you can shift into a wolf."

Fang gave an amused snort. Wren buried his face in his hands and groaned.

His mind wasn't even on I Spy. He was distracted by Fang's forearms, his flexing muscles, his large hands clenching and unclenching around the wheel. Fang's thighs strained against his pants, every breath puffing up his chest and pulling his shirt taut across his pecs.

What would it feel like to straddle Fang right there? Spread his legs around Fang's thighs, and let Fang touch anywhere he wanted? Wren squeezed himself secretly, his breath hitching when pleasure pulsed through him.

"Half an hour," Fang growled, squeezing his bulge again. "We'll pick up some food when we arrive in town."

Wren squirmed. "I don't care about the food."

"I won't want to leave our bed when we're there. Want to have food on hand so we can go straight back to fu—Fuck." Fang growled, his teeth sharp. "This is going to be the longest half hour of my life."

"Surely there are other long half hours," Wren panted.

"Do you know how tempting you are? Within reach and squirming for my touch. All I have to do is rub you in the right places, and you'll—Gods, fuck!" Fang shook his head like he was trying to clear the fog in his brain. "Favorite foods, Birdie. Give me a list."

"Um... I want to say ‘cum' but I haven't tasted yours yet."

The car swerved. Fang hurried to correct it.

"That's not a food," Fang growled. "No more sex talk. I need to focus."

"Okay, um." Wren hesitated, trying to think of a food. Any kind of food. But he kept catching whiffs of Fang whenever he inhaled, all earthy and pine. If he focused... He wanted to pretend he could smell Fang's precum. Could Fang— "Can you smell my slick?"

Fang shot him a look. "Yes," he said through gritted teeth. "But that's not what I asked."

Oh. Wren squirmed, ever so aware of the wetness between his cheeks. Then he caught Fang's narrowed eyes, and ducked his head sheepishly. "Um. What was the question, again?"

"I would like to bash my head against the steering wheel," Fang said calmly. "But I won't. Tell me your favorite food."

"I-I don't know. There's too many."

"Let's narrow it down. Favorite breakfast?"

Wren was looking at Fang's bulge. "Banana?"

Fang dragged his hand down his face. "Wren. I need an actual answer."

"I don't know," Wren wailed. "Food!"

Fang sighed and turned the radio back on. "Just until I can think straight again."

"We're not straight at all," Wren mumbled.

Fang smirked.

Wren made himself listen to the music instead of focusing on the all-consuming hunger searing through his bones. His insides ached emptily, his balls squirming as he kept leaking more and more slick.

He stared at the minutes ticking by on the car clock, and the mile markers along the highway. He gnawed on his finger until Fang caught his wrist and tugged.

"Don't put anything in that mouth right now," Fang muttered.

Wren flushed.

Then they finally, finally, pulled into the town he used to call home, and his entire body began to shake.

"Fuck," Fang hissed. "I can smell your heat. It just turned all the way up to eleven."

"Is that eleven out of t-ten, or twenty?" Wren whimpered.

Fang snorted, but his pupils were already dilating. "Eleven out of five."

There was a dark, wet spot on Fang's pants, at his tip. Wren ached.

Fang made a quick detour to a grocery store. "Stay here. Don't let anyone into the car."

Wren palmed himself through his pants, watching as Fang disappeared into the store with their new cart friend.

He took so long to return. But when he did, he brought several full bags with him, all stuffed into the cart's cargo basket.

The groceries went into the trunk. Then they left the parking lot with the tires squealing, and Steffie woke up with a wail.

They exchanged a look.

"Steffie first, then everything else," Fang said.

Fang braked hard in front of Wren's apartment complex. It felt... strange, seeing the building again. Knowing it was no longer his home.

Fang left the car first to make sure the apartment was safe. When he came back to give Wren the all-clear, Wren carefully bundled up Steffie—who had been in her human shape for the last hour of the drive. She wailed and kicked. "There, there. It's okay, hon. We're safe now."

In the apartment, Wren fed Steffie and tried to play with her, but he was so distracted by his heat. Especially when Fang came through the front door after scouting their surroundings, his biceps bulging from all the bags he carried.

The moment Fang closed the door and locked it, he met Wren's eyes. "Go to the bedroom. I'll take care of Steffie until I can come to you."

"Are you sure?" Wren asked unsteadily.

"Go," Fang growled.

Wren's body responded with a tight squeeze, and he leaked so much that he couldn't take two steps without slick spilling down the legs of his pants.

"Fuck," Fang whispered.

He was pressed up against Wren the next moment, pinning Wren against the wall with his large body. Wren could only pant and whine when Fang slipped his fingers under his shirt and up his chest, catching a pebbled nipple. A choked sound escaped him.

"More soon," Fang murmured. He was so tall that he towered over Wren, making him feel so safe. "Jerk off if you have to. I won't keep you waiting long."

"Sorry, Steffie," Wren mumbled, feeling guilty that he couldn't care for her right now. At an insistent nudge from Fang, Wren wobbled to the bedroom he used to share with Quinlan.

It was a small room with two twin beds, each pushed up against opposite walls. Quinlan's bed was a broken mess on the floor. Wren laughed softly to himself.

Even though Quinlan hadn't managed to grab most of Wren's things from the apartment, Wren was glad that his friend had made the most of that trip.

He kicked off his shoes and began to strip—his clothes felt too tight and constricting. When he was finally free of all his fabric trappings, he dropped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow.

It wasn't a coincidence that he'd tucked his legs under himself, leaving his ass raised, his knees spread.

Fang would like this position, wouldn't he? Wren all open for him, inviting touch? Would he touch Wren all over first? Or would he go straight between Wren's legs, and grab where he was most sensitive?

Wren moaned and wrapped his fist around himself, tugging fast.

He couldn't tell how Fang was doing with Steffie, but he was surprisingly okay with that. Fang was a lot more coherent than he was right now. Fang with his strong hands, his large body, his thick cock ready to stretch Wren's hole...

His ass clenched around the plug, trying to suck it deeper inside. Wren pulled it out and crammed his fingers into himself. He was completely wet, slippery, and his fingers brushed against the spot that made his toes curl.

He tried to reach it again. Somehow, the angle of his fingers was all wrong. He whimpered and twisted his body, pushing more fingers inside. He arched his back and shoved his ass into the air, turning his hand this way and that.

He couldn't find the spot.

Wren swore and bit down on his pillow, his frustration growing the longer he crooked his fingers inside himself.

Fang was busy. He couldn't help. Except Wren really, really wanted to come. His cock ached and smeared precum everywhere; he opened his legs wider, twisting his wrist to try and get the right angle. He kept pushing his fingers futilely into himself, tiny sobs falling out of his mouth.

"It's not working," he whimpered. "I c-can't..."

He kept thrusting his fingers, tears of disappointment gathering in his eyes. The ache in his body expanded.

"I can't, I can't..."

The door opened. Fang stepped in, his gaze wild, his lips bitten red. "Wren."

"You're busy," Wren cried.

"I got Steffie to fall asleep. It's okay. I'm here now." Fang left the door ajar so they would hear if Steffie needed something. Then he crossed the room and climbed onto the twin bed with Wren, scooping Wren's naked body against his own clothed front.

"You feel so good," Fang whispered, grinding his bulge against Wren's thighs. "Fuck. Been thinking about you for hours."

He bit lightly into Wren's shoulder and pressed a kiss to Wren's forehead. Then he wrapped his hand around Wren's wrist, withdrawing his fingers gently.

Except he tensed, his nostrils flaring. "Fuck, your scent. Your slick." Fang began panting, closing his mouth around Wren's pulse point. Then he sucked, and Wren's spine arched. "Fuck." Fang groaned, hitching Wren's hips up and grinding hard against his legs. "I think my cock just grew bigger."

Wren moaned, reaching down to touch him through his pants. Fang's hot, solid length made even more slick drip out of him.

"It hurts," Fang hissed. "Squeeze me."

Wren squeezed, and Fang relaxed against him ever so slightly.

"Yeah. Better." Fang brushed his fingertips against Wren's stretched hole and pushed demandingly inside. "Think I'm in a rut."