9. Mav’s Reaction

9

MAV’S REACTION

Telos considered shifting into a dust mite and completely disappearing from sight.

Then he caught sight of Estie babbling hungrily on his bed, and knew he couldn’t. He still had a mission to complete. He had a daughter to care for. He had to be a good role model for Estie, even though it made him want to claw his own face apart.

The things I do for you, baby girl.

He shifted back into a man, blank-faced, his heartbeat as steady as he could make it. “Yeah, that.” Telos waved airily at the incriminating evidence. “I had some nefarious plans for it. Good work; you stopped me before I could.”

Hilly-Billy was watching them, sagging contritely. “Sorry, Brother Master.”

“It’s not your fault,” Telos said. “It’s Mav’s fault. It always is.”

“What the hell,” Mav growled.

When Telos could not avoid looking at Mav any longer, he turned, giving the other alpha a cool glance. “I’m not sorry. It was going to be an elaborate prank. One in which you became the father of a thousand tiny annoying Mavs, descending upon you like a swarm of locusts.”

Mav opened his mouth to scoff. Except he paused, his scrutiny piercing Telos. “That’s a lie.”

Ah, fuck. Telos raised an eyebrow, turning to Hilly-Billy. “Get out of here. Take Estie with you. Feed her some formula. That’s the most important thing right now.”

He wanted to do all of that himself, but he couldn’t risk Mav walking out of this room, babbling everything to their team.

Hilly-Billy saluted, scooped up Estie, and fled.

It felt like Telos’ defenses were leaving with them. He raised his chin and looked Mav in the eye, breathing slow and even. “I’ve told you my plans for that shirt. Believe what you will.”

Mav glanced at the abandoned shirt on the floor. He studied Telos again, and that gaze stripped Telos down to his core. “If this were a prank, you wouldn’t have fought tooth and nail to stop me from finding out. You would’ve thrown that shirt at my face and laughed. Instead of feeling embarrassed. And horrified. Nothing makes you feel horrified.”

Maybe Telos shouldn’t have been surprised, that Mav knew him this well.

“Like you’ve seen me horrified,” Telos scoffed. “I do that all the time. Just not around you.”

Mav prowled closer, his attention sending a dreadful thrill down Telos’ spine. “This is something else,” he said quietly. “You wanted that shirt for yourself. Not a prank.”

Telos froze, his pulse fluttering in his throat.

“It adds up,” Mav continued. “You want to be pinned by an alpha. I felt that from you in the car.” He raked his gaze over Telos’ face, leaving tingles wherever he looked. Then he leaned even closer, so there were inches between their mouths. Barely above a whisper, “You want to be bred by an alpha. And you want that alpha to be me.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Before Telos could move, Mav pressed his large hand against Telos’ bare chest. Electricity shot down to Telos’ toes. Telos stopped breathing; something flickered in Mav’s eyes. And Mav dragged his palm down, a slow, steady movement that made his calluses catch against Telos’ pecs, his nails scraping Telos’ skin so his nipples hardened.

Telos didn’t look down. Didn’t want to draw attention to the way his body was growing hot. This was the closest he’d ever been to Mav, the most intimate, and everything was on the verge of falling apart.

He just knew it.

He knocked Mav’s hand aside. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mav smiled, all sharp teeth. “On the contrary, I think I do.” He stepped back and scooped his shirt off the floor. Then he held it up to his face, and watched Telos. “It smells like me.”

“Yeah, it stinks of you.” Telos curled his lip. “Take it and disappear.”

But Mav came closer. He crowded Telos against the wall, shoving the shirt over Telos’ nose and mouth. “Breathe it in.”

Telos knew he should move. He knew he should shove Mav away, and feign disgust.

He couldn’t move. He could only meet Mav’s eyes, and hold his breath. “Not gonna.”

“Really?” Mav met his stare.

The shirt was soft with wear, crusty in some places. Hell, Mav’s dried cum was pressed against Telos’ lips, and it took all his self-restraint not to slip his tongue out for a taste.

And yet Mav didn’t pull his shirt away. His eyes gleamed with something like triumph, and Telos—

Telos’ lungs began to burn. He watched the easy way Mav’s chest rose and fell, the way he seemed content to stand there until Telos broke, one way or another.

They were close enough that Mav wouldn’t see tiny changes in Telos’ body. Ever so slowly, Telos drew breath through his mouth, just a little to replenish the oxygen in his body.

The scent of Mav’s cum coated his tongue. It was salty, bitter, musky, staler than the first time Telos had smelled it. But it was still Mav’s, and it had come from his cock.

Telos’ mouth filled with saliva. He swallowed, but he only drooled more, like his mouth thought it was going to be stuffed full.

Mav’s eyes darkened. He pressed the shirt more firmly over Telos’ face, swaying closer. “You breathed it in, didn’t you? Your pupils blew wide open.”

“Fuck you,” Telos hissed.

“And yet you’re not fighting me. You’re just standing there, taking what I give you.” Mav pressed his other hand against Telos’ abdomen, hot like a brand. He slid it down. And down.

Telos’ heart pounded. He thought Mav would stop, at some point, but Mav didn’t. Mav’s fingers brushed his wiry thatch of hair. He pushed them straight through, and Telos jerked the moment Mav’s fingers bumped against his semi-hard cock.

He’s touching me there! Telos almost moaned. This was the closest they’d ever been to his fantasies, and his hips bucked up, his cock filling the rest of the way.

It was too telling.

He shoved Mav off, grabbed him, and slammed him up against the wall. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Telos snarled, rutting against the front of Mav’s pants. Leaving the scent of his cock all over Mav’s fly.

Mav’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You’re not lying now. Mostly.” Then he leaned in and dragged his fingertips up the side of Telos’ cock. Telos shuddered. Before he could come up with something scathing to say, Mav wrapped his fingers around Telos’ length and squeezed. Telos’ knees almost buckled.

Except Mav pushed Telos off, closing the distance between them. He grabbed Telos’ cock again.

Telos throbbed, all his attention going between his legs. He thrust into Mav’s fist. “What’s with you? Suddenly discovered you like alpha cock, huh?”

“You know what I think?” Mav murmured, shoving Telos bodily until the back of his legs hit the bed. “I think you’re putting on a front. All this snarling, all this fighting and getting under my skin. All it is, is you hiding that you want to be under me.” He brought his face closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You want to be held down. And fucked. You want my cock to open you up, you want it hammering inside you. Pumping you full.”

His precum shot all over Mav’s shirt.

Mav glanced down. “Oh?”

Telos’ face burned. “That was just a fluke.”

Mav quirked an eyebrow. “I felt everything. I felt your arousal, Telos. A whole tidal wave of it when I suggested stretching your tight hole with my cock.”

Fuck. Oh, gods, fuck. Telos could come right there, just from Mav’s lips wrapped around those words.

“And when you snarl at me,” Mav continued, his eyes dark, “I felt your anger. Your embarrassment. You secretly want this, but you’re afraid of me finding out.” He dragged his fingers all the way to Telos’ tip and brushed his thumb over Telos’ wet slit, a forbidden, toe-curling touch. “You’ve been hiding that all along.”

Telos bared his teeth and leaned away from Mav, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “I don’t fucking want you.”

Mav leaned in to close the distance between them. “You just want to fuck this out of your system. Is that it?”

Every cell in Telos’ body wanted to scream Yes.

Mav’s gaze dropped to his mouth. Then he smirked, sharp and predator-like, and released Telos.

Before Telos could gather his bearings, Mav spun him around and wrestled him onto the bed, face-down, yanking his hips up. Telos’ face burned. He tried to flatten his body. Then he changed his mind and tried to yank Mav down with him, but Mav dodged his hands and caught Telos’ wrists.

He pinned Telos’ hands above his head. And he climbed on top of Telos, pinning Telos against the mattress with one knee against the small of his back.

Telos shook with the sheer hotness of it all; he kept his face buried against the bed, so Mav couldn’t see his reactions.

Mav leaned in and grabbed a fistful of Telos’ hair, yanking his head back. Telos snarled and tried half-heartedly to buck him off.

“No,” Mav growled in his ear. “You will submit to me.”

He yanked harder on Telos’ hair, then sank his teeth into Telos’ neck. Telos throbbed so hard, he almost came.

He wrenched his hands free. He grabbed Mav’s arm and bucked Mav’s knee off his back, shoving his hips up so his ass pressed against the front of Mav’s pants. Mav hissed.

And he slammed Telos’ shoulders down onto the bed, grinding his hips against Telos’ ass.

“You want my cock?” Mav whispered in his ear. There was a prominent bulge in his pants, growing thicker. Telos had to make himself breathe.

“No, I want to fuck you with my cock,” Telos snarled. “Pin you. Make you take every drop of my cum.”

“Yeah? You’re not fighting very hard. I’m almost disappointed.” Mav rolled his hips again. Then he grasped Telos’ bare asscheek and pried him open, pushing his bulge roughly against Telos’ hole.

A groan ripped out of Telos’ throat. Too late, he tried to swallow it down. But Mav only laughed, low and seductive.

“I felt that,” he growled against Telos’ skin. He shoved his bulge against Telos’ hole again, the threat of it stealing Telos’ breath away.

It would be so easy to give in, to let Mav take him right here. He wouldn’t be able to look Mav in the eye after. But right now—it was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

“Get the hell off me,” Telos growled, pushing against the bed to tip Mav off his body.

But Mav dropped himself on top of Telos, chest to back, bulge to ass, so Telos felt him on every inch of his skin. Telos tried to grab him. Mav caught his wrists and pinned them above his head. And he shoved his bulge between Telos’ cheeks, the thickness of him pushing Telos’ cheeks apart, the rough fabric of his pants dragging against Telos’ sensitive entrance.

“I could breed you like this,” Mav panted, his cock rock-hard. “Breach your hole, pierce you with my tip.”

“You wouldn’t,” Telos retorted. “You’ll go soft.”

Mav snorted. Then a zipper rasped, and a hot, velvety bluntness pushed between Telos’ cheeks.

Telos’ ears rang. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s Mav’s cock. On me.

“You think this is soft?” Mav murmured in his ear. And he wedged his length between Telos’ cheeks, thrusting once, twice, before pulling back and angling his tip against Telos’ hole.

Precum shot onto his entrance.

Telos’ breath rushed out. He broke free of Mav’s grasp, rearing up to throw Mav off—to at least give the illusion of protesting.

Mav grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back down, and the next thing Telos knew, Mav’s tip was pressing hard against his hole, forcing him to stretch. His precum shot inside.

Telos cursed and ached with desperation.

“I don’t feel any disgust from you,” Mav said, his breath hot on Telos’ skin. “No horror, either, or uncertainty. Just anticipation. Need. So much need. You can’t hide this from me.”

He spat. His hips lifted away briefly, taking the pressure of his cock with it. Then thick, wet fingers pushed between Telos’ cheeks, going straight for his hole.

Telos’ face burned. Mav pressed his fingers against Telos’ hole, swirled together his precum and spit, and thrust them roughly inside.

Telos had to bite his tongue hard, for some pain to hold him back from the edge. But it didn’t stop him from feeling the stretch of his ass, the probe of Mav’s fingers, the way they pushed inside him like they had every right to be there. Like Telos was his.

“You’re wet inside,” Mav said, surprise flickering through their mental bond. “More than you should be.”

“No fucking clue why.” Maybe Telos’ body had decided to make things easier for them.

“You gonna be good for me?”

“No.” Telos bucked, and Mav cursed.

“You clench around me, when you buck like that,” Mav hissed. “Trying to show me how good your ass will be? Squeezing and sucking on my cock?”

Mav grabbed his hip and shoved him down roughly. Then he swirled his fingers around inside, probing, until he found something that sent a bolt of electricity up Telos’ spine. Telos arched with a soundless howl. Mav hooked his fingers ruthlessly against that spot.

Telos came, hard. Pleasure exploded through his body, his balls writhing, his cum jetting out of him. All he knew was Mav’s fingers working his prostate, over and over until Telos couldn’t even fucking breathe.

Mav pushed more fingers into his hole, stretching him. Telos couldn’t stop coming.

Then, Mav pulled out. There was barely a warning before that thick, blunt tip nudged between Telos’ cheeks. It pressed against his hole, then pushed harder, until Telos stretched wide open and Mav sank in.

Telos wheezed, his eyes rolling back. Mav was big, so fucking big, and he felt every single inch as Mav impaled him.

“Fuck,” Mav hissed. “You’re so tight for me.” He grasped Telos’ hips and pulled out slightly, before slamming his cock deeper.

A ragged sound slipped out of Telos. The stretch was nothing like he’d ever had before. He came harder, especially when Mav held him down and buried himself to the hilt, groaning and swearing.

Telos clutched at the sheets, trying to memorize the feeling of Mav moving inside him, stretching him.

“Didn’t—Didn’t think you could feel this good,” Mav panted against his neck, driving his cock in like he was trying to claim territory. He kept Telos stretched wide, Telos’ hole clinging to him each time he rocked back. “Your wet hole sucking around me, begging for my cum. Feels like you’re made to be fucked open. Filled. Bred.”

Telos squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to stroke himself because he wasn’t going to let Mav see that. But his cock was starting to hurt with how much he came, and there was a huge, wet puddle under his stomach. Mav nailed his prostate over and over, his fingers digging bruises into Telos’ hips. Telos shoved his hands over his mouth to muffle his shout. But he was still coming, balls still emptying themselves, and they weren’t going to stop anytime soon because Mav was starting a vicious rhythm, thrusting forcefully like he was trying to breed Telos.

Yesyesyes, Telos’ instincts sang. Sounds fell out of his mouth. He felt so good.

Mav’s thrusts turned uneven, desperate, his cock swelling and stretching Telos further. “I’m going to come,” he panted, plowing deeper. “I’m going to come deep inside your hole, fill you up so full that it takes inside you. And your hole will gape wide open, dripping with my cum like how you wanted it.”

“Fuck off,” Telos lied.

Mav grasped Telos’ cheeks and spread them wide. And he pushed all the way inside, letting his weight keep him buried as he snarled and came. Warmth shot deep into Telos’ body. Mav’s cock began to swell at the base; it stretched Telos further, shoving against his prostate so his eyes rolled back.

He still hadn’t stopped coming. Mav knotted him good and hard, holding him down until he almost blacked out from sheer bliss.

“That’s going to knock you up,” Mav whispered hoarsely into his ear.

Telos’ body squeezed. He couldn’t help the surge of disbelief, and beneath that, an aching desire.

Mav reached under him. Telos didn’t realize what he was up to, until he wrapped his fingers around Telos’ still-shooting cock.

“That’s a lot of fucking cum,” Mav murmured. And he held Telos down, rolling his hips so his knot crammed against Telos’ prostate. Telos came so hard, everything went black around him.