Primal Bonds 2 (Tales of Beastkin)

13. Adam

13

Adam

“ T ime for a shower,” Adam said, his voice a low rumble against Shiro’s ear as he lifted the boy into his arms.

Shiro nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips as his head lolled against Adam’s shoulder, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. The past few hours had been a whirlwind of passion and discovery, and now, they needed to cleanse their bodies, even as their souls remained entwined.

In the en suite bathroom, Adam gently set Shiro on his feet, his hands lingering on the boy’s slender waist for a moment longer than necessary. He turned to the shower, twisting the knobs until a steady stream of warm water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead. Steam began to fill the room, fogging the mirror and enveloping them in a private, intimate cocoon.

Adam lathered his hands with a sweet-smelling shower gel, the scent of sweet pea and honeysuckle filling the steamy air. He began to wash Shiro’s body, his touch tender yet thorough, gliding over Shiro’s shoulders, down his chest, and across his belly—a belly that now housed their essence child, a living symbol of their bond.

Shiro tilted his head back, his eyes meeting Adam’s with a silent plea, a wordless communication passing between them that transcended mere physical desire. This moment, ostensibly a simple cleaning ritual, had transformed into something far more profound—an act of love, devotion, and unspoken promises.

Adam, understanding the depths of Shiro’s need, responded by leaning down, his powerful frame enveloping Shiro’s smaller one as he captured the boy’s lips in a scorching kiss. The contrast in their sizes only heightened the intensity of their connection, with Shiro standing on tiptoe, his lithe body stretching upward to meet Adam’s imposing physique. Adam found this delicate dance of give and take utterly endearing, a physical manifestation of their relationship’s balance.

Their kisses were hungry, fueled by an insatiable desire that seemed to grow with each passing moment. As their tongues intertwined in a passionate duel, they both lost themselves in the kiss, the world around them fading away until nothing existed but the heat of their bodies and the depth of their emotions.

Adam’s hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of Shiro’s hips before cupping the boy’s ass and pulling him closer, their bodies aligning perfectly despite the difference in height. As he washed Shiro’s most intimate places, the boy squirmed deliciously. Adam’s fingers teased the tight bud of Shiro’s entrance, eliciting a particularly throaty whimper that went straight to Adam’s groin.

Adam could feel his cock straining between them, hard and aching with need. Shiro’s scent was intoxicating, a heady aroma that seemed to wrap around his senses, pulling him deeper into the abyss of lust and longing. It was a siren’s call he was powerless to resist.

In one swift motion, Adam lifted Shiro off his feet, pressing him against the cool tile wall. Shiro’s legs wrapped around Adam’s waist, his arms encircling Adam’s neck as their kiss deepened, their tongues intertwined in a wild, heated dance.

Adam aligned himself with Shiro’s entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against the slick, inviting opening that beckoned him home. With a single, fluid motion, Adam thrust into Shiro, his cock sheathed fully by the boy’s exquisite tightness, both of them crying out in ecstasy as their bodies became one. The sensation was overwhelming, a melding of pleasure and possession that left Adam utterly spellbound. Shiro’s body clung to him, each ridge and vein of his cock lovingly caressed by the rhythmic pulsations of Shiro’s inner walls.

Adam’s breath hitched in his throat as he began to move, his hips setting a steady pace as he claimed Shiro once again, each stroke designed to stoke the fires of their passion even higher. He could feel the connection between them growing stronger, could feel Shiro’s life essence twining around his own, a tangible representation of their bond and the love they shared. The knowledge that their love was nurturing their unborn child filled Adam with a sense of awe and wonder. He had never imagined that such a depth of emotion was possible, that he could be so completely consumed by another being.

Adam lost track of time as he moved within Shiro, their bodies entwined in the steamy confines of the shower. With every thrust, Adam poured his soul into Shiro, marking him from the inside out as his mate, his lover, the mother of his child. The essence of their lovemaking nourished their growing child, feeding it with the life force it needed to thrive and grow. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, the pleasure intensifying with every passing moment. He was consumed by the sensation of Shiro’s body clenching around him, the way the boy’s nails dug into his shoulders, the sweet, desperate sounds that spilled from his lips.

Adam’s thoughts were a whirlwind of desire and a profound sense of awe. The reality that Shiro carried their child filled him with an indescribable warmth that spread through his chest, mingling with the fire that raged in his veins. He was going to be a father, a role he had never imagined for himself, yet now, with Shiro, it felt like the most natural progression of their lives together.

Adam’s thrusts grew more insistent, his hips snapping forward with an urgency that spoke of his desperate need to imprint himself upon Shiro in the most primal way possible. His cock was buried to the hilt in Shiro’s tight heat, each roll of his hips drove him deeper still, until their bodies were as close as two beings could possibly be.

Suddenly, Shiro’s body tightened, and Adam watched, entranced, as Shiro’s head tipped back, his lips parted. Shiro’s release was like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkest corners of Adam’s soul. The boy’s inner walls convulsed around Adam’s cock, a velvet vise that threatened to pull him over the edge into the abyss of his own climax.

The sight of the boy on the brink of ecstasy was Adam’s undoing. Adam’s knot began to swell at the base of his cock, and he felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a precursor to the explosive orgasm that was rapidly approaching. With a guttural growl, he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he spilled his seed into the welcoming warmth of Shiro’s inside. The pleasure was all-consuming, a tidal wave that threatened to sweep him away.

Adam captured Shiro’s lips in a fierce, claiming kiss, his arms wrapped around the boy, holding him close as they both rode the waves of their shared climax. His cock remained nestled inside Shiro, the knot ensuring they stayed joined.

Moments later, as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats returned to a more sedate beat, Adam reached behind him to turn off the water. With Shiro still impaled on his knotted cock, Adam stepped out of the shower and grabbed a plush towel from the nearby rack. He wrapped it around Shiro’s slender frame, his strong hands moving with a gentleness that belied their usual strength and power.

Back in the bedroom, Adam laid Shiro on the bed, their lips meeting in a lingering kiss as he dried Shiro off, his cock, still knotted deep within Shiro, throbbed with the remnants of their shared pleasure. Adam didn’t know how long his knotting lasted, and truth be told, he didn’t care. All that mattered was the warmth of Shiro’s body pressed against his own, the tender caress of Shiro’s fingers against his skin, and the sweet, intoxicating taste of Shiro’s lips.

When finally the knotting eased, Adam refused to pull his cock out, not wanting to break the spell that bound them together. He nuzzled Shiro’s neck, eliciting a soft, contented sigh from the boy. Shiro’s fingers threaded through Adam’s damp hair, his touch both soothing and arousing.

With their lips still close, Shiro begged, “Again, Adam. Please.” His voice was a sultry whisper that sent a jolt of desire straight to Adam’s core, his cock twitching in response at the plea, already hardening again inside Shiro’s warm, inviting heat.

Adam chuckled, the sound low and throaty. “Insatiable, aren’t we?” he teased, nipping playfully at Shiro’s earlobe. “Your wish is my command,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifted his hips, pressing deeper into Shiro.

The boy’s eyes fluttered shut, and a breathy moan escaped his lips as Adam’s cock slid against his prostate. The sound was intoxicating, fueling Adam’s desire to new heights.

He rolled his hips, drawing another gasp from Shiro as their bodies moved together in a languid, sensual stroke. Adam’s hands roamed over Shiro’s body, tracing the contours of his chest, his fingers teasing Shiro’s pert nipples into hard peaks.

The sight of Shiro, lost in the throes of passion, was breathtaking. His pale skin flushed with arousal; his azure eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sea, and his soft, full lips parted in a silent plea for more. Adam felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him. This beautiful creature was his, and his alone.

With a swift motion, Adam pulled out completely, earning a whimper of protest from Shiro. He quickly soothed the boy with a deep, claiming kiss as he maneuvered them into a new position. Lifting Shiro up, he turned him so that Shiro sat facing away from him, his back flush against Adam’s chest. In this position, Adam could reach around and toy with Shiro’s nipples, teasing the sensitive buds until Shiro was panting and writhing against him.

Adam plunged his cock deep inside Shiro again, sliding home in one smooth stroke, earning a gasp from the boy as their bodies connected once more. He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove into Shiro again and again. Their lovemaking was passionate and wild, a frenzy of desire that consumed them both. Adam’s thrusts were deep and hard, each one eliciting a cry of pleasure from Shiro, who tilted his head back to face Adam as they kissed. Their tongues danced together in a rhythm that matched their bodies’ movements, creating a symphony of passion that filled the room.

Shiro’s body writhed against Adam, his moans and gasps music to Adam’s ears. Each cry of pleasure, each shudder of Shiro’s body only served to fuel Adam’s own desire. He could feel the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, the telltale sign that he was close to losing control.

But he wanted to bring Shiro to the brink first, to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body. Adam roamed one of his hands lower and started rubbing at Shiro’s cock in tune with his thrusting. The dual sensations of Adam’s cock inside him and his hand on his cock drove Shiro wild with pleasure. Shiro’s body shuddered and writhed against Adam, his body glowing with life essence as he approached his peak.

Adam’s own body, too, was still glowing with his life essence, his wolf tail swishing as he fucked Shiro hot and hard. Each cry of pleasure, each shudder of Shiro’s body only served to fuel Adam’s own desire. He could feel the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, the telltale sign that he was close to losing control. But he wanted to bring Shiro to the brink first, to wring every last drop of pleasure from the boy’s body.

His hand moved in perfect synchronization with his thrusts, his fingers tightening around Shiro’s cock. He could feel the boy’s body tensing, feel the pulsations as his climax approached. With a strangled cry, Shiro came undone, his release spilling over Adam’s fingers as his inner walls clamped down around Adam’s cock.

The sensation was too much for Adam to bear. He could feel his cock knotting again, the sensation building with each thrust until he couldn’t hold back any longer. As Shiro came yet again, his inner walls clenching tightly around Adam’s cock, he allowed himself to tumble over the edge, his seed pumping into Shiro in hot, relentless spurts with a force that left them both breathless.

Their bodies shuddered in unison as they rode out the waves of their shared orgasm, heaving and panting as they kissed sweetly. Adam’s arms tightened around Shiro, holding him close as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Even as the afterglow began to fade, Adam’s cock remained knotted inside Shiro, a tangible reminder of their bond.

Adam pressed a gentle kiss to Shiro’s temple, his hand coming up to caress the boy’s cheek. “You’re magnificent,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe and adoration.

Shiro turned in Adam’s arms, his eyes meeting Adam’s in a silent, intimate exchange. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Adam’s heart clenched at the simple declaration. He captured Shiro’s lips in a tender, lingering kiss, pouring all of his love and adoration into the gesture. “I love you too, Shiro,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “More than words can express.”

As they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, Adam knew that he would do anything to protect this fragile, beautiful creature who had so completely captured his heart. He would move heaven and earth to keep Shiro safe, to ensure that the child they had created together would grow up in a world filled with love and acceptance.

As their heartbeats returned to a normal beat, Adam continued to caress Shiro’s body, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the boy’s skin while he kissed him. When Adam finally released those luscious lips, he noticed Shiro’s eyelids fluttering closed, exhaustion finally claiming the boy after their intense lovemaking. As the knot within him subsided, Adam carefully withdrew from Shiro’s body, a soft whimper escaping the boy’s lips as he did so.

With infinite care, Adam tucked Shiro under the covers, smoothing the boy’s damp hair away from his face. Shiro snuggled into the pillows, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he drifted off to sleep. He watched Shiro for a moment, his heart swelling with an emotion so intense it threatened to overwhelm him. He had never imagined that he could feel this way about another person, that he could be so completely enamored with someone else’s happiness and well-being. Finally, Adam slipped into bed beside the boy, gathering Shiro into his arms. As he held Shiro close, Adam felt a sense of peace wash over him, the steady rise and fall of Shiro’s chest lulling him into a contented doze.

In the realm of dreams, Adam found himself standing in a breathtaking field of wildflowers. The vibrant blooms swayed gently in the warm breeze, their sweet fragrance filling the air and painting the scene with a riot of colors. It was like a scene ripped from the pages of a fairy tale, alive with a beauty that was almost otherworldly. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a golden glow over the idyllic landscape.

Suddenly, a melodious laugh caught Adam’s attention, and he turned to see a small figure darting among the flowers. His breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of shimmering white hair and the flash of a bushy tail. The child—for that was what it was—raced toward him with a joyful abandon that filled Adam’s heart with an indescribable warmth.

“Papa!” the child’s voice rang out, clear and bright as a bell.

Adam’s heart swelled with an emotion he couldn’t name as the child barreled toward him. His arms opened instinctively, and the child leaped into them, their laughter mingling in the warm breeze that rustled the flowers around them.

He lifted the little one easily, holding the child close as he marveled at the sight. The child was the very essence of beauty, with a mop of white hair, delicate fox ears that twitched curiously, and a fluffy white tail that swished back and forth as they took in their surroundings.

To Adam’s astonishment, the child shifted before his eyes, their appearance morphing from that of a white-haired foxkin to one with dark-brown hair, wolf ears, and a tail like his own. The child’s eyes sparkled with mirth as they watched Adam’s surprised expression, clearly delighted by his reaction.

“Look, Papa! I can be like you and Mama both!” the child exclaimed, beaming with pride.

Adam chuckled, his eyes filled with wonder and joy. “You’re amazing, little one,” he murmured, pulling the child close and planting a gentle kiss atop their head.

The child gazed adoringly at Adam and said, “Thank you for giving me your life essence, Papa. And please, take good care of Mama. He’s special, you know.”

Adam’s voice was thick with emotion as he replied, “I will.”

“Pinky promise?” the child asked, extending his pinky finger to Adam.

Adam wrapped his tiny finger around the child’s, sealing the vow. “Pinky promise.”

As the dream began to fade, the field of flowers slowly dissolving into mist, Adam held on to the child’s image as long as he could. The last thing he heard before waking was the child’s voice, a whispered promise that filled him with a sense of anticipation and hope. “We’ll be together soon, Papa. You and Mama just have to believe.”

Adam’s eyes fluttered open, the echo of the dream still resonating in his soul. The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the room. He reached out instinctively, pulling Shiro’s sleeping form closer to him. As he buried his face in Shiro’s soft hair, Adam replayed the dream over and over again in his mind.

A dam didn’t know how long he had lain there with Shiro nestled securely in his arms. The dream of the essence child still lingered in his mind, a vision of such purity and wonder that it left him awestruck. The child’s words echoed in his ears, their significance not lost on him. He found himself gently caressing Shiro’s belly, the site where the pulsating orb of light had resided in Einar’s vision. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Shiro’s forehead, savoring the sweet scent that was uniquely the boy’s.

As the morning sun began to fill the room, Adam felt the stirrings of his alpha wolf, the beast within him yearned for physical exertion, demanding to be let out. Carefully, so as not to disturb Shiro’s slumber, Adam extricated himself from the bed and made his way to the en suite bathroom. A quick, refreshing shower later, he was pulling on his training clothes—a snug-fitting black tank top and loose, durable sweatpants.

He made his way to the underground training hall, a vast, subterranean expanse that served as his personal sanctuary. Here, amid the echoes of past battles and the scent of sweat and determination, Adam could unleash the full extent of his power without fear of harming his men. The Sullivan soldiers knew better than to intrude upon his space during these intense training sessions. The raw energy and life force Adam exuded while training were potent enough to cause serious injury to any who came too close.

As he stepped onto the mat, Adam allowed his primal instincts to take over. His body contorted, muscles and bones reshaping as he shifted into his beast form—a massive wolf with fur the color of fresh snow, splashed with light-brown markings that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. His senses sharpened, and he reveled in the sheer power that coursed through his veins.

He lunged and leaped, his movements a graceful dance of deadly precision. His claws raked across the heavy punching bags, tearing through the thick material with ease. In his alpha form, he was a towering figure, his humanoid shape accentuated by the powerful muscles that rippled beneath his skin. His wolf ears twitched, catching the faintest sounds, and his tail swished with a predator’s confidence.

Adam’s training was a sight to behold. He flowed from one form to another, his beast and alpha forms blending seamlessly as he demonstrated feats of strength and agility that left his onlooking men in stunned silence. The air crackled with the force of his life essence, a tangible presence that filled the room and left no doubt as to who was the apex predator among them.

The Sullivan men, a mix of hardened humans and formidable beastkin, watched from a respectful distance. They were a tough crowd, not easily impressed, yet the awe on their faces was unmistakable. Adam’s power had grown significantly since Shiro had come into his life, and it showed in the way he dominated the training ground.

Among the spectators, Magnus stood tall, his bull-like physique dwarfed only by Adam in his most powerful forms. The bullkin alpha watched with a keen eye, his respect for Adam evident in the slight nod of his horned head.

When Adam finally shifted back into his human form, the room erupted in a chorus of cheers and exclamations. The men spoke among themselves, their voices filled with admiration and pride. Some even boasted that the Sullivan Clan was now the most dominant force not just in New York, but potentially all of America.

Magnus approached Adam, a look of concern crossing his features. “How’s Shiro doing?” he asked.

Adam wiped the sweat from his brow and offered Magnus a small, reassuring smile. “He’s fine now.”

Magnus’ features softened, a rare occurrence for the usually stern alpha. “Good,” he said, his voice carrying a note of relief. “Shiro is so precious, like a rare piece of fine antiquity. We can’t afford to break him.”

Adam nodded, understanding Magnus’ protective instincts all too well. Shiro had that effect on people; he inspired a fierce desire to cherish and safeguard his delicate beauty and gentle nature. Magnus, despite his intimidating presence, was no exception.

With a nod, Magnus turned and lumbered away, his heavy footsteps echoing through the training ground.

Returning to his bedroom, Adam found Shiro still nestled under the covers, his soft breathing a soothing melody in the otherwise silent room. Adam’s heart clenched at the sight of the boy, a mix of tenderness and a fierce, primal need to protect him washing over him.

Adam retreated to the en suite bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water cascaded over his tired muscles, easing the tension from his rigorous training session. As he dressed in sleek black pants and a crisp white dress shirt, he couldn’t help but think of Shiro waiting for him in the other room.

Emerging from the bathroom, Adam discovered Shiro awake, sitting up in bed with the duvet pooled around his waist. The boy looked around the room with wide, curious eyes, a picture of innocence and vulnerability. His white hair was mussed from sleep, giving him an even more endearing appearance.

Adam approached the bed, unable to resist the magnetic pull Shiro had on him. He lay down on top of the duvet beside Shiro, close enough that their bodies almost touched. Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss on Shiro’s forehead, savoring the sweet, intoxicating scent that was uniquely the boy’s.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Adam said, his voice low and husky.

Shiro’s lips curled into a radiant grin, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Good morning, Adam,” he replied, his voice a soft, melodic whisper.

Adam’s gaze roamed over Shiro’s slender form, concern for the boy’s well-being overshadowing his admiration. “How are you feeling this morning? Any pain or discomfort?”

Shiro shook his head, his cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink. “I’m fine, I think. Just a little stiff, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Adam chuckled, his hand coming up to lightly brush a stray lock of hair from Shiro’s face. “Tough guy, huh?”

Shiro’s blush deepened, and he averted his gaze, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“Shiro, I had a dream last night,” Adam said. “A dream about us, about our child.”

Shiro’s eyes widened with interest. “Our child? Really? What… What did it look like?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Adam smiled, recounting the vision of their essence child. “It was… incredible. The child could shift, from a cute little foxkin to a wolf pup, blending both our traits.”

Shiro’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his joy palpable. “You and me? Together?”

Adam nodded, his hand reaching out to gently cup Shiro’s cheek. “Yes, together.”

Drawn together by an irresistible force, they leaned in simultaneously. Their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love and shared dreams. Shiro’s arms wound around Adam’s neck, pulling him closer as Adam’s hand slid to cup the back of Shiro’s head, his fingers tangling in the soft white strands.

The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. When they finally parted, both were slightly breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

“I love you, Adam,” Shiro breathed, his blue eyes shimmering with adoration.

Adam’s lips curved into a warm smile, his heart full to bursting. “And I love you, Shiro.”