Chapter 51: Knotted by my corporate rival -6

The afternoon light had shifted across the bed by the time Kael spoke again.

Silas was still inside him, half-hard, lazy and warm. Neither of them had moved to separate. Kael’s fingers traced slow patterns over the back of Silas’s neck. The anger that used to sit sharp under his ribs felt quieter now, replaced by something heavier and more dangerous.

"I spent years hating how my body reacted to you," Kael said. His voice was low. "Every time you walked into a room I had to fight the urge to tilt my head and give you my throat. I thought if I just took enough pills I could kill that part of me."

Silas lifted his head. His eyes were steady. "And now?"

Kael held his gaze. "Now I’m tired of fighting it. You already know what I am. You’ve known longer than anyone. I don’t have to pretend here."

Silas’s cock stirred inside him at the words. "Say it clearly."

"I don’t have to fight my nature around you." Kael’s hips shifted, a small deliberate roll that made both of them inhale. "I want your scent on me. Not because you forced it. Because I’m choosing it."

Silas’s expression darkened with something that looked like hunger and relief at the same time. He pulled out slowly, the loss making Kael’s hole clench around nothing. Then he sat back against the headboard and opened his arms.

"Come here."

Kael moved without hesitation. He straddled Silas’s lap, knees on either side of his hips, and settled close. Silas’s cock rested hard and thick between them. Kael reached down, wrapped his hand around it, and stroked once.

"I want it," Kael said. "Your scent. All of it. Show me how you want to give it to me."

Silas’s hands settled on Kael’s waist. "Tilt your head."

Kael did. He bared his throat without being told twice. Silas leaned in and dragged his mouth along the side of Kael’s neck, open and wet, then bit down gently over the scent gland. At the same time he rubbed his chest against Kael’s, slow and deliberate, transferring his scent in thick layers. His hands stroked down Kael’s back, over his ass, spreading him open so the air touched the slick still leaking from his used hole.

"Breathe me in," Silas murmured against his skin. "Let it settle. You’re allowed to want this."

Kael’s cock was hard again between them. He rocked his hips, sliding his length along Silas’s. "I do want it. I want to smell like yours when I walk into a room. I want people to know."

Silas growled softly and sucked harder at his neck. One hand slipped between Kael’s cheeks and pushed two fingers back inside him. Kael moaned and pushed down onto them.

"That’s it," Silas said. "Take what you need. You’re not hiding anymore."

Kael reached between them, lined Silas’s cock up with his hole, and sank down in one steady slide. The stretch pulled a long sound from his throat. He bottomed out and stayed there, full, breathing through the perfect pressure.

Silas’s hands gripped his hips. "Look at me while you fuck yourself on me."

Kael opened his eyes and started to move. He lifted and dropped in a slow, deliberate rhythm, taking every inch. Each time he sank down he ground forward so his cock rubbed against Silas’s stomach. Slick and earlier come made the slide filthy and easy.

"I used to imagine this," Kael admitted, voice rough. "Late at night when the suppressants started to wear off. I’d push my fingers into myself and pretend they were yours. I’d come with your name in my mouth and then hate myself for it."

Silas’s hips thrust up to meet him. "You don’t have to hate it anymore. Take it. Use me. Show me how much you wanted this even when you were still pretending we were only enemies."

Kael’s rhythm grew harder. He braced his hands on Silas’s chest and rode him with open need, head tilted so Silas could keep mouthing at his throat. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room. Kael’s hole clenched greedily around the thick cock every time he lifted.

"I’m close," Kael gasped.

"Not yet." Silas’s hand wrapped around Kael’s cock and stroked in time with the rise and fall of his hips. "Tell me you accept it first. My scent. My claim. All of it."

Kael’s voice broke. "I accept it. Your scent. Your cock. Everything. I’m yours."

Silas’s eyes flashed. "Then come for me. Clench down and let me feel how much you mean it."

Kael came hard, spilling over Silas’s fist and stomach while his hole pulsed tight around the cock inside him. Silas followed with a deep thrust and a low groan, flooding him again with heat.

They stayed locked together, Kael slumped forward against Silas’s chest, both of them breathing hard. Silas’s hands stroked slow up and down his back, still scenting him with every pass of skin on skin.

Kael’s voice came quiet against Silas’s shoulder. "It feels different. Not fighting it."

Silas pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It should. You’re allowed to want soft things here. You’re allowed to open. I’m not going to use it against you."

Kael lifted his head and kissed him, slow and deliberate. When he pulled back his eyes were clearer than they had been in years.

"I’m still going to argue with you about the company," he said.

Silas smiled. "I expect nothing less. Argue with me all you want. Just do it while you smell like mine and while you’re still full of me."

Kael clenched around the cock still inside him, deliberate and teasing. "That can be arranged."

Silas’s hands tightened on his hips. "Good. Because I’m not done accepting you either. Lie back. I want to taste how wet you get when you’re not fighting me anymore."

Kael moved off him slowly, feeling the rush of slick and come spill out, and stretched out on his back with his legs open without being asked.

For the first time in his life he did not try to close them.

Silas looked at him like he had been waiting seven years for exactly this moment, then lowered his head and set his mouth to the work of showing Kael just how thoroughly he was wanted.