Free Web NovelChapter 12: Chapter 12: Rut Placeholder
His hand is shaking as he takes off his glasses, meeting her eyes. "Nyra, go to your room and lock the door."
His cock throbs painfully against his sweatpants. "Right now!"
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Nyra’s breath catches as his rut-filled pheromones wrap around her, making her body respond against her will, her thighs tightening with sudden need.
She doesn’t need to be told twice, taking a step back.
"I... I should go," she whispers, her voice shaky.
Before he can react, she’s already hurrying to her room, locking the door firmly behind her.
Inside her room, she leans against it, her heart pounding. Her wolf is whimpering sadly, begging her to go back out there, to help her mate--but she blocks it out.
She presses a pillow against her face to block the scent, though it doesn’t really do much.
In the living room, Adrian stands, his chest heaving. His cock strains painfully against his sweatpants.
Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened like this! He’d planned, he’d--
He groans in pain as the rut takes over fully now. He hadn’t even bought suppressants because he was planning to spend it with Anna.
Speaking of her... Adrian grabs his phone with trembling hands and dials Anna.
It rings twice before she picks up. She sounds breathless. "Hey, babe. I’m stuck in extra practice right now. Mrs. Austin is really grilling us. Can I call you back later?"
"Anna, wait--" His voice is rough, desperate. "My rut... it’s hitting right now. I need you here."
There’s a short pause.
"Really? I can’t leave practice, babe. We’re doing needle practice. I’ll come as soon as I’m done, okay? Just take suppressants and wait for me."
She cuts the call before he can say anything else.
"Fuck!" Adrian throws the phone onto the couch. His entire body is aching as he rushes toward the medicine cabinet to check if he has some leftover suppressants--but there’s nothing.
"Oh, God, no, no!"
He paces, his scent flooding the entire condo with every step--dark coffee and musk.
He grunts loudly, doubling over as another wave of heat hits, his cock throbbing so hard it hurts. Sweat beads on his forehead. He needs relief.
His head snaps toward Nyra’s door.
He needs his mate.
In her room, Nyra smells the stronger scent of his rut as it slips under her door, wrapping invitingly around her.
Her wolf whines, pushing hard against her skin, begging her to let it be claimed.
She tries to ignore it until she hears him cry out--a low, pained grunt from the living room. He sounds desperate, And she can feel his pain through their bond.
She shouldn’t. She knows she shouldn’t.
But her wolf and the bond drag her forward, also craving him just as much, without thinking of the consequences.
She walks toward the door, unlocking it with shaking fingers.
Adrian’s head snaps up the second she steps through the doorway.
His silver eyes are now red with rut, his pupils blown wide. His wolf surges forward with one aim: claim your mate.
Before Nyra can say a word, he pounces.
In two powerful strides he closes the distance, hands grabbing her waist as he lifts her effortlessly and backs her toward the couch.
He tries to kiss her, but she turns her lips away. "P-please don’t kiss me."
Adrian growls but obeys, lips dropping to her neck instead, inhaling deeply. "You smell so sweet..." Then he presses wet kisses.
Nyra gasps into it, hands flying to his broad shoulders. The bond between them feels like an exposed naked wire-- every touch of skin makes her body jolt in pleasure
"Adrian--I want to tell--" she tries to interrupt, but he’s already shoving her shirt up, mouth latching onto her breast harshly.
He sucks hard, tongue flicking over her nipple as his hand squeezes the other.Nyra arches with a cry, pleasure and pain mixing, as he pinches.
His other hand roams everywhere--gripping her ass, sliding up her thigh, touching her skin like he needs to mark every inch.
He yanks her pajamas shorts down along with her panties, tossing them aside. Nyra lands on the couch, legs spread as he follows her down, settling between her thighs.
His cock is freed in seconds, thick and leaking, pressing hot and heavy against her entrance.
"Adrian, slow down," she gasps, hands pushing at his chest. "I’m a virgin--please, be gentle--"
He freezes for a heartbeat, rut-clouded eyes meeting hers. The expression in his eyes is something close to awe.
He nods and grits his teeth, muscles trembling with the effort to hold back. "Fuck... okay. Slow. I’ll try."
It’s painful for him--his rut screaming to thrust deep and claim--but he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open.
Nyra whimpers, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her. The burn is intense, but the way her wolf purrs in happiness soothes some of it, turning the pain into something nice.
"Fuck, Nyra," he groans, burying his face in her neck as he bottoms out. "You feel incredible. So perfect around my cock."
He stays still once he’s fully seated, hips twitching with restraint. Sweat drips from his brow onto her skin, making her shiver.
Nyra breathes through it, the initial sting fading into something warmer. She can feel the pleasure they both share through the bond, and slowly her body adjusts.
"Okay... you can move."
He starts with slow thrusts that make her gasp loudly. But as the pleasure builds, her hips start rolling to meet him. "Harder," she whispers, "Adrian I can take it...please."
Adrian breaks.
He snaps his hips forward, thrusting in hard and fast on the couch, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the condo.
Nyra moans loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as she takes every thrust. He sucks marks into her neck and breasts, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
"Ah," she moans loudly when he hits a sweet spot, arching up to meet his thrusts. "Adrian...oh God." freewebnoveℓ.com
"That’s it," he murmurs, voice hoarse. "Take me. You’re doing so well." His mouth finds her neck again, sucking marks into her skin as he grinds against her.
The bond floods them both with shared ecstasy. Adrian groans with every thrust, the sensation dragging him deeper with every stroke.
For one dangerous moment, his teeth drag over the sensitive spot beneath her ear, the whole narrowing to that single point.
His wolf howls inside him, greedy and possessive, urging him to claim her. To mark her. To make her his entirely.
And he almost gives in...
His canines come out, grazing her scent gland as her scent fills his nostrils– how come he’d never noticed how sweet she smells before.
His teeth presses deeper. Just one bite. One bite and everything would change.
His jaw tightens.
The urge crashes through him so hard it almost steals his control. Every instinct, every thread of the bond, every savage part of his wolf screams the same thing.
MINE.
He almost, almost..
Adrian jerks his head back with a strangled curse, entire body trembling from the effort. He buries his face against her shoulder instead, breathing hard.
"No." he groans to himself. "I can’t..." His voice cracks. "I can’t do it...."
Because sex was one mistake. A mark is irreversible forever.
"I can’t do that to Anna." he mumbles, hips moving faster, desperate to cum now more than ever.
Nyra doesn’t respond, but she hears every word. Even here, even now, Adrian is still choosing Anna. Is still using her as a placeholder.
She blinks the tears threatening to fall even as she feels his knot starting to swell at the base. "I want to knot you," he rasps against her ear, telling not asking.
She doesn’t respond.
Adrian thrusts once, twice more before it locks fully inside her. Nyra whimpers loudly as the knot catches, stretching her further, his hot pulses flooding through her.
The knot keeps them tied together, pleasure rolling through them in waves as his seed fills her.
They stay locked like that, panting, their bodies trembling. Adrian’s forehead rests against hers as they try to catch their breath.
For a few long minutes, neither speaks. Their wolves whine happily in their chests, content to finally be joined to their mate.
But as the heat slowly fades, the reality of everything they’ve just done slams back into place. Adrian’s expression turns cold as the knot deflates enough for him to pull out.
He stands, pulling his sweatpants back up without even looking at her. "Anna can never know about this."
The word hits her like whiplash.
He finds his shirt from the pile of discarded clothes. "I’ll go get you contraceptives," he says quickly, like he’s trying to convince himself not to care. "Don’t... let’s never talk about this again."
The door slams shut behind him as he leaves.
Nyra is left alone on the couch. Her eyes trail over the stains on the couch and the hickeys on her thighs, and just like that, the tears she’s been holding back start to fall freely.
"W-what the fuck have I done...?"
