Primal Bonds 2 (Tales of Beastkin)

6. Adam

6

Adam

A dam set Shiro down on the bed, his dark eyes roving over the boy, who sat back against the plush pillows, his legs sprawled out before him, one elbow resting on the bed to support his weight. The sight of Shiro like this—hair damp from their shared bath, skin flushed from their passion, the ethereal glow that radiated from within and casting a soft luminescence over his features—was so breathtakingly beautiful that it made Adam’s breath catch in his throat.

Adam felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sensation that had become familiar since Shiro had entered his life. It was more than the raw, primal lust that had ignited between them—it was a profound sense of tenderness and protectiveness that consumed him whenever he looked at Shiro.

Moving with deliberate slowness, Adam lowered himself onto the bed, crawling toward Shiro with the predatory grace of his wolf beastkin. He gathered Shiro into his arms, pulling the boy close and reveling in the feel of Shiro’s soft skin against his own. As he pressed a gentle kiss to Shiro’s shoulder, he felt the boy tremble.

“Aren’t we going to sleep?” Shiro’s voice was a whisper, his breath hitching as Adam’s lips trailed along the delicate curve of his neck.

Adam savored the warmth of Shiro’s skin against his and the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath the surface. He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Didn’t I tell you?” he said, his hand coming up to cup Shiro’s cheek. “I want to savor every moment with you.”

Shiro’s eyes widened, the realization of what Adam was implying dawning on him. “Are we… Are we going to make love all night?” he asked, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

Adam’s smile widened at the sight of Shiro’s bashfulness. “Yes, I do want to make love to you, to cherish you all night,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But only if you consent to it, Shiro. Only if you have the stamina.”

Shiro’s blush deepened, a rosy hue that painted his cheeks a brilliant shade of crimson. “I want that,” he said. “If I’m tired… I’ll let you know.”

Adam smiled, pleased, his heart swelling with affection for the boy in his arms. He claimed Shiro's lips in a wild, passionate kiss. His tongue plundered the sweet depths of Shiro's mouth—tasting, exploring, devouring. Every moan, every gasp, every little cry that escaped Shiro's lips only served to stoke the fire within Adam.

Adam reveled in Shiro's responsiveness, the way his slender fingers clutched at Adam's shoulders and the tremors that ran through his lithe frame. The memory of Shiro's earlier release, his body glowing with that ethereal light, was etched into Adam's mind. It was a sight of such raw beauty and vulnerability that Adam felt a fierce protectiveness surge through him. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he would move heaven and earth to keep Shiro safe and cherished.

Adam’s hands roamed Shiro’s body, mapping out every dip and curve. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down Shiro’s chest, pausing to lavish attention on the pert buds of his nipples. He teased at them with his tongue, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers through Shiro’s frame. He suckled with a gentle firmness, coaxing soft, desperate moans from Shiro who was writhing beneath him, his body arching in a silent plea for more.

Adam’s mouth worked magic, alternating between tender licks and playful flicks, each movement drawing a more fervent response from Shiro. He savored the sweet torture he was inflicting, each whimper from Shiro music to his ears.

Adam’s own body thrummed with need, his cock hard and aching for release. But this wasn’t just about his own pleasure. It was about worshipping Shiro, about showing him just how precious he was.

With a final, lingering suck on Shiro’s now swollen nub, Adam released it with a soft pop, his eyes meeting Shiro’s glazed ones. Shiro looked at him, his expression one of dazed desire, and Adam knew that he would never tire of this—of Shiro, of their love, of the connection that bound them together.

Adam began a slow descent, his lips blazing a trail of hot kisses down Shiro’s quivering belly, hands roaming with intent, mapping the contour and crevices of Shiro’s lithe body. Adam was meticulous, worshipping every inch of Shiro’s skin with his mouth and hands, eliciting a cascade of mewling moans that filled the room with the intoxicating music of Shiro’s pleasure.

Shiro’s hips lifted of their own accord, seeking the warmth of Adam’s mouth as he ventured lower. When Adam’s gaze fell upon Shiro’s hard cock, he couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. It was bare, as was the way with omegas according to Nolan’s theory, its nakedness an intimate invitation. Adam was captivated by the delicate beauty of it, the way it stood proud and eager for his attention.

Anticipation hung heavy in the air. Shiro’s breath hitched, his eyes clouded with desire as Adam’s face hovered over his straining erection. Adam breathed in deeply, the sweet, heady scent of Shiro’s arousal filling his senses.

When Adam’s lips finally enveloped him, Shiro gasped, a sound that resonated deep within Adam’s core. He devoured Shiro with a love that was as consuming as it was profound, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, his lips sliding up and down the shaft. Each moan and gasp that escaped Shiro’s lips spurred Adam on, fueling the fire that burned within him. He reveled in the sensation of Shiro’s velvety smooth skin against his tongue, the way Shiro’s body jerked and trembled with each skillful stroke of his mouth.

Adam relished the taste of Shiro, the unique sweetness that he attributed to Shiro’s omega nature. It was like savoring the nectar of the rarest fruit, an elixir of desire that filled him with an insatiable hunger. Shiro writhed beneath him, a dance of ecstasy that Adam orchestrated with his mouth, his hands, his unyielding devotion.

As he worked Shiro’s cock with his mouth, Adam’s hand slipped between the boy’s legs, his fingers exploring the slickness that seeped from his entrance. The scent of Shiro’s arousal leaking from his ass hit him like a wave. It was potent, a sweet, musky fragrance so intoxicating that it sent his senses reeling, his own heat flaring to life with an intensity that nearly overwhelmed him. His cock ached, hardening to the point of pain, his wolf beastkin nature clamoring for release, a primal urge to claim Shiro in the most elemental way overwhelming him.

But Adam reined in his baser instincts. He wanted this to be a night of lovemaking, not a frenzied mating. He was determined to savor this moment, to focus on the beautiful creature before him, to draw out Shiro’s pleasure until he was teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

Adam’s lips and tongue continued to worship Shiro’s cock with fervent zeal, each suckle and lick drawing whimpers and gasps from the boy’s lips. Shiro’s hands clutched at his head, fingers tangling in his hair as Adam took him deeper. The way Shiro bucked his hips, seeking more of that warm, enveloping suction, stoked the fire in Adam’s blood until it burned white-hot with desire.

With every bob of his head, Adam took Shiro deeper, the hard length of him sliding against his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Shiro’s moans grew louder, more urgent, and Adam reveled in the music of his pleasure. As Shiro’s movements became more frantic, Adam knew he was close. He redoubled his efforts, sucking harder, relishing the salty-sweet taste of Shiro’s skin, the heady scent of his arousal filling the air.

The moment Shiro climaxed was like witnessing the birth of a star. His back arched, a beautiful curve against the sheets, his pale form stark and ethereal in the dim light, his breath catching in his throat as his climax built to a fever pitch. His eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a silent cry as he came, hot and hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself into Adam’s waiting mouth.

Adam swallowed every drop as Shiro’s essence washed over him, his eyes locked on the boy’s face, which was contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy. In that moment, Shiro was a vision of pure, breathtaking beauty, a sight Adam would carry etched in his soul forever. He felt a surge of possessive pride; it was he who had brought Shiro to such heights of pleasure, he who had coaxed this breathtaking display from the boy’s body.

As Shiro floated back down from his high, Adam crawled up the length of his body and hovered above him, his own need pulsing through his veins. He captured Shiro’s lips in a passionate kiss, sharing the taste of Shiro’s own essence with him. Shiro’s hands wrapped around Adam’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues intertwined in a heated dance, their bodies moving against each other with a hunger that refused to be sated.

Adam took his time, savoring the feel of Shiro in his arms, the heat of their bodies pressed together. His hands explored the softness of Shiro’s skin, tracing patterns that made Shiro shiver with delight, mapping out every curve and contour with adoration. His cock, hard and aching, nestled against Shiro’s entrance, but he refrained from entering him just yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to commit every detail to memory—the feel of Shiro’s skin against his own, the way Shiro’s body melted into his touch, the sweet, intoxicating scent of Shiro’s heat that seemed to wrap around him like a lover’s embrace.

When Adam finally tore his mouth away and broke the kiss, Shiro was panting, his eyes clouded with desire, his body flushed with the afterglow of his release.

“Please, Adam,” Shiro whimpered, his voice trembling with raw desire, his eyes locked on Adam’s, filled with a need that mirrored Adam’s own. “Take me.”

Adam chuckled at the adorable sight of Shiro begging him. The scent of his heat was maddening, a sweet, potent fragrance that sent Adam’s senses reeling and made his wolf beastkin snarl with the need to claim. He couldn’t resist any longer.

With a low growl, Adam wrapped one powerful arm around Shiro’s waist, lifting him slightly off the bed, positioning him so that his ass was in the air, ready and waiting for Adam’s cock. His other hand cupped Shiro’s face, their gazes locked, and slowly, with exquisite care, Adam slid into Shiro’s welcoming heat.

The sensation was exquisite, beyond words. The heat, the silkiness, the way Shiro’s inner walls clenched around him—it was all-consuming. Adam could feel every pulse, every quiver as he buried himself deep inside Shiro. And the moment Adam was fully sheathed within the boy, something miraculous occurred. Shiro’s body convulsed, and then, without warning, Shiro’s life essence flared to life, his body glowing with an ethereal light. The sight triggered Adam’s own release, his body resonating with Shiro’s, his form shifting into his alpha state. Wolf ears and tail emerged, his senses heightening in the most primal way.

Shiro’s breath hitched at the sight, a look of awe spreading across his face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice laced with wonder that made Adam’s heart swell with pride and affection.

Adam struggled to maintain his composure, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Am I now?” he teased, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate cadence. “Perhaps I’ll have to show off my alpha form more often.”

Shiro’s smile was radiant. “I’d love that.”

With a deep growl, Adam began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, each one deliberate, savoring the connection, the sensation of being one with Shiro. Beneath him, Shiro groaned softly, responding to each movement with a grace that mesmerized Adam. Shiro, in the throes of pleasure, was a sight to behold—his hair splayed across the pillows, his skin glowing with an otherworldly light, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy, and his lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy, the epitome of beauty in Adam’s eyes.

Adam moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust a careful, measured motion designed to savor the exquisite agony of their union, a languid dance that allowed him to savor every inch of the connection he shared with Shiro. He felt every contour of Shiro’s body, every quiver of his inner walls as he slid in and out of Shiro’s welcoming heat with a tenderness that belied the fierce need raging within him. He was determined to etch every sensation into his memory—the silken grip of Shiro’s body, the intoxicating scent of his arousal, the soft, mewling sounds that escaped his lips with each careful penetration.

Their lips met in a kiss that spoke of more than lust; it was a mingling of souls, tongues intertwining, breaths merging into a single, heated cadence. Shiro’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, his legs locking around Adam’s waist in an intimate embrace.

Adam’s kiss was deep and soul-searing, a tangible expression of the love and possessive desire that burned within him. He kissed Shiro with a fierce tenderness that left no doubt in either of their minds just how much he cherished this beautiful creature that had come to mean everything to him.

When Adam finally released Shiro’s lips, he cupped the boy’s face in his hands, their gazes locking as he continued to drive his cock deep inside Shiro, each thrust a loving stroke that spoke of the care he held for him. Adam’s eyes roamed over Shiro’s face, taking in every detail—the flutter of his eyelashes, the soft parting of his lips, the way his eyes seemed to glow with an inner light that echoed the radiance of his life essence.

The sight of Shiro, lost in the throes of passion, was almost too much for Adam to bear. Each gasp, each moan, each shuddering tremor that coursed through Shiro’s body was a symphony to Adam’s senses, a sweet melody that resonated deep within his soul. The possessive growl that rumbled in his chest was instinctual, a primal affirmation of his claim over the omega.

Mine. All mine. My omega.

As the alpha within him basked in the sight of his omega, Adam’s pace began to quicken, driven by the growing need to assert his claim, to merge with Shiro in the most fundamental way. The change in rhythm elicited a sharp gasp from Shiro, whose body arched to meet Adam’s increasingly forceful thrusts.

Shiro’s breath hitched as his body moved in perfect harmony with Adam’s vigorous pace, their dance one of possession and unbridled passion. With each powerful drive into Shiro’s depths, Shiro’s life essence seemed to pulse with a brighter, more radiant light that matched the increasing tempo of their lovemaking. As Adam thrust harder and deeper, Shiro’s cries grew louder, more fervent.

Adam could feel his own alpha life essence responding to the sight, the glow pulsating in time with their movements, bathing the room in an ethereal light that seemed to reflect the depth of their connection. The sensation was exquisite, an intense, all-consuming pleasure that bordered on the divine.

As Adam’s pace grew even faster, harder, deeper, he could feel the tension building within him, the telltale tingling at the base of his spine that heralded his impending release. But it was the feel of Shiro’s inner walls tightening around his shaft, the undeniable signal that Shiro was teetering on the brink of his own climax, that pushed Adam over the edge.

Adam drove into Shiro with a fervor that was both hot and unyielding, his movements becoming a relentless pursuit of shared climax. With a final, triumphant roar, Adam plunged into Shiro one last time, burying himself to the hilt as hot, searing pleasure coursed through his veins. Shiro’s scream of Adam’s name pierced the air as he arched off the bed, his body clinging to Adam as if he were the only anchor in a tempest of sensation.

As Shiro came, his inner walls clenching tightly around Adam’s cock, Adam felt a rush of heat unlike any other, an exquisite sensation that triggered his own release. Adam came, his seed spurting forth in hot, pulsating jets, filling Shiro to the brim in a primal claim of ownership as they both cried out in shared ecstasy. The knotting was exquisite, an unbreakable bond that held them together, Shiro’s body a perfect vessel for Adam’s essence.

As their bodies shuddered in the aftermath of their climax, Adam held Shiro close, their bodies still joined, their life essences still pulsating with a shared light. Adam marveled at the incredible turn of events that had led him to this moment.

He remembered the chilling New York City night, the narrow alley where fate had guided him to Shiro’s desperate cries. How easily he could have missed the moment, could have walked on by, never knowing the love that now filled him to bursting.

Gazing down at Shiro, Adam felt a surge of gratitude. The boy in his arms, so delicate and yet so resilient, had endured more than anyone should. That he had the privilege to hold him now, to offer him love and protection, seemed like the rarest of gifts. In that moment, with Shiro cradled against his chest, Adam felt a profound sense of gratitude and fortune intermingled with an aching tenderness that left him momentarily speechless.

“I love you.” Adam’s voice was a whisper, thick with emotion.

Shiro’s eyes, luminous and tender, met his. “I love you too, Adam,” he said, his voice broken by the weight of his feelings. “My mother… she must be watching over us. She brought you to me.”

Adam chuckled, a warm sound that danced in the charged air between them. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from the boy’s face. “Maybe there is such a thing as fate. If that is so, then I owe her everything.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, a kiss languid and sweet, an affirmation of the connection that pulsed between them. Adam savored the softness of Shiro’s mouth, the gentle exploration that spoke of endless mornings and nights yet to come.

When the tight grip of Shiro’s body finally loosened, releasing Adam’s cock from its embrace, he refused to part from the warmth that enveloped him. With tender care, he shifted, lifting Shiro until the boy straddled him, their bodies still one. Shiro’s arms wound around his neck, and their mouths found each other once more, the kiss deepening, hungry and insistent.

When he finally released Shiro’s lips, he trailed a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the delicate line of his throat, eliciting a series of soft moans from Shiro as he arched his back, granting Adam greater access, a silent plea for more. The taste of Shiro’s skin, the feel of his pulse fluttering beneath Adam’s lips, sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins, stoking the fire of his arousal to new heights.

Adam’s hand found its way between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around Shiro’s cock, which was already hardening once more. As he stroked Shiro’s length, the boy writhed and moaned against him, his body squirming with pleasure as their mouths met in another searing kiss, the sound of Shiro’s soft cries and feel of Shiro against him sending a thrill straight to Adam’s core.

“Ride me,” Adam murmured against Shiro’s lips, his voice a low growl of desire.

Shiro’s eyes widened, the blue irises shimmering with excitement and anticipation, the glow of his life essence pulsating more brightly in response to Adam’s words.

Leaning back, Adam drew Shiro with him until the boy was fully atop him. Propped on one elbow, Adam used his other hand to guide Shiro’s movements, encouraging him to find a rhythm. Shiro, with a shy yet eager grace, began to move, lifting and sinking down in a dance of shared ecstasy.

Adam’s hips rocked in time with Shiro’s movements, his cock driving deep into Shiro’s welcoming heat with each upward thrust.

“Adam… Adam…” Shiro’s breathless chants filled the room, a sweet, melodic litany that filled Adam with a sense of pride and possessive desire and spurred his hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

The sight of Shiro above him was exquisite, a vision of beauty that held Adam spellbound. His lithe, toned body moved with graceful abandon, his cock straining for attention as he bounced atop Adam's hips. It was a sight Adam knew he would never tire of, each movement etching itself into his memory.

The feel of Shiro’s inner walls clenching around him was a silken vise, rendering Adam breathless with every movement. His hand stroked up and down Shiro’s torso, reveling in the smoothness of his skin against his palm, the contours of his muscles, the way Shiro’s body shuddered beneath his touch. He wrapped his fingers around Shiro’s arousal, pumping in time with their joined tempo. The effect was immediate—Shiro’s body convulsed, his cries piercing the air as he writhed atop Adam, his movements growing wild and uncontrolled. Suddenly, Shiro’s control slipped away, his body falling forward, collapsing onto Adam’s chest. Adam’s arms encircled the boy, holding him close as he planted a tender kiss on Shiro’s forehead, a silent promise of care amid the storm of their passion.

With a swift, fluid motion, Adam flipped them over, Shiro now lying back on the bed, his body splayed out like a feast for the senses. Hovering above Shiro, Adam lifted the boy’s legs and placed them over his broad shoulders. The new position elicited a shudder from Shiro, his body arching off the bed in anticipation.

Adam plunged into Shiro again, his thrusts hard and searing from the outset. The new angle granted him deeper access, his cock plunging into the boy’s depths with a relentlessness that left them both gasping for air. Shiro quivered beneath him, his cries escalating as he clutched at the sheets, seeking an anchor in the tempest of sensation.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Adam made love to Shiro with a passion that bordered on madness. His pace was unyielding, his cock pounding into Shiro’s silken heat with a ferocity that spoke of primal need and insatiable desire and left them both trembling on the brink of ecstasy. Adam couldn’t say how long they stayed locked in that intimate dance, but he knew that every moment was etched into his memory.

Shiro’s voice filled the room, calling out Adam’s name, pleading for more, for the endless ecstasy that Adam was all too willing to provide. Adam could feel the tremors rippling through Shiro’s body, a prelude to the inevitable surge of the boy’s release. Then, with a cry that echoed off the walls, Shiro came, his body convulsing with the force of his climax, his seed spilling hot and slick between their entwined bodies.

Shiro’s body clamped down around him, a velvet heat that seemed to pulse with life. Adam’s breath hitched, the intensity of the moment holding him captive. The feel of it was indescribable—a mixture of pressure and pleasure that locked them together, an ecstasy that bordered on the divine. Adam’s heart swelled with a possessive pride as he recognized the significance of the act. It was more than pleasure; it was a claiming, a promise of protection and eternal connection.

As Shiro’s climax peaked, Adam felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine and the unmistakable swell at the base of his cock. The exquisite sensation was more intense than anything he’d ever felt, a fusion of flesh that bound them together in the most intimate of embraces. It was as if their very life essences were mingling, the exchange of energies so profound it bordered on spiritual.

The pressure built within him, a mounting crescendo that mirrored Shiro’s own release. And then, with a surge of heat that started deep within his core and a guttural growl, Adam drove into Shiro one last time, lifting the boy’s ass off the bed even higher to bury himself to the hilt. The angle allowed him to sink even deeper into Shiro’s welcoming heat, the sensation of being fully enveloped by Shiro’s body pushing him over the edge.

The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to bear, a rush of pleasure so profound that it left him momentarily speechless. The world narrowed down to the feeling of Shiro’s heat enveloping him, the tight grip of the knot, and the overwhelming rush of his climax.

As Adam came, his seed spilling forth in hot, pulsating jets, the knotting intensified, a tight, exquisite pressure that amplified the pleasure coursing through his veins. His cock throbbed in time with the beat of his heart, each pulse sending a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing over him. The sensation was all-consuming, a rush of pleasure so profound that it left him momentarily bereft of thought, his entire being focused on the connection he shared with Shiro.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, Adam felt as though he could see into the very depths of Shiro’s soul. He cupped the boy’s face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. Their gazes locked, a silent communication passing between them as they rode out the waves of their climax together.

Adam dipped his head, capturing Shiro’s lips in a soft, tender kiss—a gentle counterpoint to the passion that had just consumed them. With a gentleness that belied his formidable strength, Adam rolled them over, shifting their positions until Shiro lay sprawled atop him. Adam’s hands roamed over Shiro’s back, tracing the delicate lines of his spine, the gentle swell of his hips. Shiro nuzzled into the crook of Adam’s neck, a soft, contented sigh escaping his lips as he settled into the embrace.

They kissed leisurely, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensuous dance as they basked in the lingering aftershocks of their lovemaking. There was no need for words, no need to rush. They savored the post-orgasmic bliss, their bodies intertwined, their life essences still pulsating with a shared light. The knotting held them together, a tangible symbol of their deepening bond, and Adam reveled in the feel of Shiro’s body surrounding him, the intimate connection that neither time nor circumstance could erase.