Free Lone Wolf Pack 03 - Expecting His Alpha's Child by Anya Byrne

opening over Finn's dick and pushed down.
    Finn caught his hips again, keeping Parker from impaling himself on Finn's shaft like he'd originally intended. It was probably a good idea, because Parker hadn't really given Finn enough time to prepare him. He couldn't bring himself to mind. The burn of Finn's entry cleared Parker's mind of the haze of lust while also making him more aware of it. It hurt, of course it hurt, but at the same time, it felt so good it seemed impossible. As Parker's body swallowed inch after excruciating inch of Finn's dick, that very same burn provided an anchor when Parker's reason was slowly cracking around the edges.
    To his credit, Finn was right there with him. His control didn't last for much longer. When Parker was fully impaled on Finn's dick, he had the presence of mind—or maybe the instinct—to clench his ass muscles around the thick shaft, and just like that, Finn snapped.
    Suddenly, Parker was on his back, his legs thrown around Finn's shoulders. He wasn't even aware of a moment when Finn had left his body, although he must have to change their positions. Parker really couldn't tell, and if he'd been inclined to attempt to figure it out, Finn would have fucked that plan right out of him.
    There was no other way to put it. Finn started to thrust in and out of him at an almost punishing pace. The bed creaked, protesting the abuse, but Parker welcomed it. He clung to Finn's shoulders as his lover took him, harder, always harder, faster, always faster. Finn struck his prostate over and over, and layers of pleasure settled over Parker, invading every atom in his body.
    He didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been seconds, or it could have been an age. The ecstasy kept accumulating, and Parker hovered on the very lip of an abyss of nirvana, so close, yet so far away. And then, Finn lowered his mouth over his throat and bit down. White-hot pleasure-pain exploded over Parker, and his entire body went rigid, clenching as rapture invaded every cell and burst over every nerve ending.
    His cock spurted hot streams of cum, painting his chest and Finn's abdomen white. Meanwhile, Finn thrust inside him one last time and followed Parker over the edge. They shuddered together through their shared orgasm, and Parker never once let go of Finn. Wave after wave of explosive bliss flowed over him, short-circuiting Parker's train of thought, until only that remained—the need to hold on, to cling to this moment, to never let go.
    Finn released his hold on Parker's throat, but he made no attempt to extract himself from Parker's embrace. Even when the orgasm settled into an admittedly comforting afterglow, he didn't pull out of Parker. He spent a few minutes kissing Parker, this time with a sweet laziness that curled around Parker, crystallizing into an emotion he was too content to fear.
    After that, Finn changed their positions, moving slowly and carefully and somehow managing not to slide out of Parker. He hadn't softened yet, and his cock brushed against Parker's prostate, drawing a soft moan out of him. In Parker's dazed state, he almost thought Finn felt even bigger inside him. When Finn rolled them over and spooned Parker from behind, the motion triggered a new rush of pleasure through Parker. His own cock began to respond, and Finn's hold on his waist tightened, the gentleness melting into the fervent passion Parker could now recognize.
    It was much later that Parker finally succumbed to exhaustion. Before he finally drifted into slumber, he thought he heard Finn whisper something in his ear, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. Still, Finn's voice reached out to him, and Parker clung to Finn's warmth even as the oblivion of sleep took over.

Chapter Five
     
    Finn held Parker close, watching his mate as the human slumbered. They'd made love at least three times, and it had felt as right as Finn had known it would be. It was everything he'd wanted and hoped for when he looked at his brothers