This is the 2/2 of a Christmas Double Update so make sure you’ve read Chapter 34 first!!!!!!!

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Nikola’s P.O.V

I wasn’t used to silence when I shared meals with my parents, so this silence was uncomfortable.

I knew that they were upset, but I couldn’t pinpoint precisely why. It seemed to be for a number of reasons.

I was mostly confident that Ma was both angry on my behalf and angry with me. The latter I knew because when I’d updated her on the status of my relationship with Hagen, she’d yelled at me, a lot. The former I suspected, because when she looked at me, she looked so horribly sad. I was trying not to look at her any more.

Dad was upset with me; there was no question about that. If he felt sorry for me, he didn’t show it, which I didn’t blame him for. I hadn’t asked or expected them to feel sorry for me. It was my own actions that led me here, so what could be done?

But the silence. I didn’t like the silence.

It was horrible, and it felt wrong, which it had to be because it was a rift in our family, and that could never be right. But then again, maybe the silence has something to do with the pair sitting at the table with us.

“I’m just going to cut the shit,” Aiden says as he drops his knife and fork and levels me with a cold stare. “What happened between you and our Hagen?”

All the eyes around the dining table shift to me expectantly, though I don’t know why. I’d already made it clear that I wasn’t going to answer any questions about Hagen and me no matter how many Heil-Calderons they added to this ambush, but Aiden carries on anyway.

“Hagen keeps saying that you guys just aren’t in the best place right now, but he’s miserable,” he states and I can’t help but perk a little. I didn’t want Hagen to be miserable, but the fact that he felt miserable without me was, unfortunately, pleasing. Another unfortunate thing is that Aiden seems to spot my reaction, and his gaze turns into a sharp glare. “I don’t know what you did, but we can all feel how it’s affecting him through the family bond. Add to that the fact that your dad looks pissed and your mom like she ate shit, and it’s clear that some shit went down. Now, they won’t tell me to protect your privacy or some shit, and Hagen’s lying through his teeth so, I’ll ask again, what happened between you and Hagen?”

Perhaps if he were still my alpha, I’d feel inclined to answer, if only to appease his anger, but he wasn’t my alpha, so I didn’t. There was a minimal urge to satisfy him because he was Hagen’s father, and the Heil-Calderons valued family above all, but I highly doubted the family would ever grow to hold any real fondness for me, especially not this pair.

“I’m not going to share any information about our relationship without Hagen here,” I reply, repeating the very thing I’d already told them when they’d first arrived ‘guns blazing’. “And even then, what Hagen chooses to tell you is what I will respect.”

Honestly, I had no clue why Hagen hadn’t already told his family about what had happened between us. He should’ve told them by now about my absence of the truth he labelled as lying and my selfish agenda, which was really more so a breaking point.

When I’d first returned to my home in the pack after everything had taken a turn for the worse, I’d expected to have just enough time to gather my things before their whole brood showed up to kick me out. I’d escape, of course, but I’d also been prepared to be hunted to a certain extent, but it’d never happened.

Days and weeks passed, and they were still mostly blind about our situation.

Damon had stopped our meetings in favour of being an impartial party for the time being since I wasn’t spilling and neither was Hagen, but he didn’t hate me. Levi was too far away to interfere and so was Peter. The only person who outright hated me was Josey, who I’d spotted outside my window on one occasion, silently swinging a cutlass from hand to hand.

I had not been able to go back to sleep.

But otherwise, the family was fine until now. Now, it seemed they’d grown tired of waiting for Hagen to come to them, and so here they were, interrogating me.

“Nikola,” Julian sounds calm, like a voice of reason, but I still remember the way his icy blue eyes had pierced mine as he banned me from being close to Hagen when we were younger. This calm act was only that, an act. “Hagen is not doing well. We want to help him.”

I turn to my parents, looking between them, “I know you are angry with me, and that is fine, but Hagen should be here if you want to talk about him.”

“We told them that you wouldn’t say anything,” Dad clarifies as he cuts one of those eye-’I told you so’s to them. “They said they still wanted to try, so here we are.”

I swallow my annoyance and the slight ache in my chest that wants to call itself betrayal, though that’s too serious a thing. Dad wasn’t betraying me by placing someone’s wishes over my comfort, he was simply growing frustrated with trying his best with me only for unfavourable results to follow.

But my parents were not my greatest concern right now, it was Hagen’s parents. They clearly were at the limits of their patience and while Hagen might be fine with enduring their questions for an extended period of time, I was not.

While they keep speaking, I take a peek at what Hagen is doing right now, or try to; my magic is thwarted the moment I reach for it.

We will not be watching him!—Neo growls with enough rage to startle me.It will only anger him and we are on thin enough ice as it is!

I just want to see if he’s in a suitable state before I bring him here—I protest, though I can’t help but be a little quiet about it.

Neo had never scolded me before. I did not favour the feeling.

No! I won’t allow it!—he snaps and I can feel his weight over that particular spell like a brick wall.I’m starting from scratch with Zyair and I can’t afford for you to send me into the negatives!

“Nikola,” Ma’s voice brings me back to the unfavourable present and I look up to find all eyes on me once again. I shiver uncomfortably at the sight of their varying expressions, “I think they deserve to know the state of things so they can be there for Hagen.”

“I agree, but I’m not going to go behind his back,” I reply and I can see the frustration wafting over her the same way it does everyone else. I sigh and set my utensils down as I look at Hagen’s parents in particular, “I know you don’t want me with him. I know you don’t think I’m right for him. I am. I just have a habit of making mistakes.” I look towards my parents next, “I’m sorry I’m like this. I wish I wasn’t.”

“Nikola, you’re not—” Dad stops himself, sighing as he tries to find the words. “There’s nothing wrong with the way you are.”

“You say that because you think it has to do with my autism,” I shrug. “It might, but I think it’s the bond and the link and more than any of that, I think it is simply me.”

Dad looks a little lost which makes sense with how carefully he’d always treated me. My father was amazing for multiple reasons, one of which being that he’d always kept my disorder in the back of his mind when dealing with me, but as I’d said, not everything I did had to do with my autism. I leave him with his contemplations while I face Hagen’s parents once more.

“I think it best you ask these questions to Hagen, not me,” I state as I gather my magic at my fingertips for a spell Neo, thankfully wasn’t protecting.

If he arrives in a less than appropriate state, I will blame you—I warn him as my magic finds Hagen, wraps around him and tugs him where he belongs.

Hagen, in all his greatness—which is his favourite dark green sweatpants with one too many holes and a t-shirt that says ‘I ate a fish’— drops into the seat beside me with Knots tangled all around him.

His eyes are the size of lemons as he looks around, shifting like a cornered animal, “You were right, Knots. I’ve got to stop watching true crime before I fall asleep because what the fuck.”

“You’re not dreaming.”

Hagen’s eyes narrow slightly on me, “That’s exactly what dream you would say.” I lean over and pinch his arm hard. “OW!” Hagen exclaims as he slaps my hand and squirms away. “Why the hell did you do that!”

“To prove that you’re not dreaming,” I reply and I can’t help but smile when his gaze turns murderous. I shift my attention briefly towards his parents, “Ask away.”

If Hagen’s gaze was murderous, theirs is downright cataclysmic.

“If this isn’t a dream, what the hell is going on here?” Hagen asks as he looks between his parents, his frown growing deeper as he takes notes of the fact that we were in my house, having dinner, without him. “Why are you guys doing here?”

Julian takes the bullet for them, “We know something happened between you and Nikola, and we know it’s affected you a lot, Hagen. We wanted to know why and since you weren’t telling us, we came to Nikola.”

At the very least, I have to applaud Julian for putting it plainly. Hopefully, if everyone followed suit, this would end quickly.

“You knew something bad happened between us, so you came to him?” Hagen repeats in a tone that sounds humoured, but I am sure it is not. “Really?? You thoughtthatwas a good idea?”

“You didn’t leave us many options, Hagen,” Aiden replies plainly. “I know you don’t want us meddling, but—”

“There’s no but,” Hagen snaps as he loosens his arms to let Knot slither free, too rattled to keep cuddling him. “You’re right, I don’t want you guys meddling. I don’t wantanyof you meddling in a bond you all told me to give a chance.”

The table is quiet as Hagen’s parents fall quiet and my parents remain quiet. Hagen wasn’t usually one to get upset with people, he was always the diffuser in tense situations, the one to crack a joke— even a poorly constructed one. There were no jokes now.

He glances at me, and his gaze seems to soften even as his jaw clenches. He sighs long and hard, throwing his head back as if to pay for patience. —” he shakes his head, muttering,“I can’t believe I’m doing this”, before he continues, “Nikola and I want different things from our bond, and that’s why shit between us is kind of fucked at the moment.”

I stare at Hagen and I’m sure my eyes are now as wide as his were when he first arrived. I knew Hagen wanted to be with me, if only by eliminating the fact that he could notnotbe with me, but he’d made things sound less dire. Like perhaps he wasn’t just stuck with me, but wanted us to be together somehow.

“Different things,” Julian repeats sceptically as he looks between the pair of us, his gaze lingering on me with blatant mistrust. “What do you mean by different things?”

“Dad, I say this with love and absolute respect, but that’s none of your business,” Hagen deadpans and as my mouth falls open, so does my parents’. “I know you guys want the best for me, but I don’t need you protecting me right now.”

Julian manages to keep his shock contained to the way he stiffens, but there’s no hiding the fact that he hadn’t been expecting Hagen to reply like that.

“I told you, we aren’t in a good place right now, and that’s the truth, but we’re still together— only Goddess knows why— so you guys can back off and watch the shitshow,” Hagen shrugs as he pushes from the table. “In the future, I would very much appreciate it if you didn’t go to him behind my back. I hope you all enjoy your dinner.”

With that, Hagen leaves the dining room, returning it to its foremost silence that I had absolutely no intention of enduring if I didn’t have to. My chair shrieks with how quickly I push from it, following after my mate who was already at the front door, Knots on his heels.

“Knots, stay,” I instruct before he can cross the threshold.

Knots hisses his disappointment as I pass him by, but he stays put while I catch up to Hagen who was walking like someone just barely escaping a fire.

“Where are you going?” I ask as I fall into step at his side.

Hagen doesn’t reply. His gaze remains straight ahead while his arms and legs move in tandem like a soldier marching.

“To your home?” I hazard. No response.

“A friend’s house?” I try, though I had a hard time trying to think of a friend Hagen had in the pack. It doesn’t matter either way, as Hagen remains quiet

All out of guesses, I fall reluctantly quiet as well. I didn’t know what to do and seeing as Hagen seemed inclined not to talk, that left following him. I manage a few paces before frustration gets the best of me.

I hated travelling without a destination in mind, and seeing how unorthodox our being together was, I felt horribly off-kilter now with Hagen— or more off-kilter than we seemed always to be now.

“Where are we going?” I ask again, and this time, Hagen pulls to an immediate stop to face me.

“‘We’ are not going anyway,” he clarifies while wagging a finger between us. He frowns up at me, hair strewn all about, ”Iam finding a witch to helpmehome.”

Hagen starts walking again and I rush to follow. “I can help you home.”

“I do not want you to help me home,” he retorts, and in the evening light, I can see the way his hands are clenched at his sides, just as tightly as his jaws. “You can just stay right here, in the pack where you’ve been all day.”

I frown confused, but then Hagen is turning suddenly and stomping off into the woods. Of course, I follow suit, but as we trudge through the trees on no course but Hagen’s whims, an anxious buzz takes storm within my veins, making me feel every bit of the expression ‘antsy’.

“Why are you going into the woods?”

“Maybe I’m trying to lose you,” he throws over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m trying to annoy you.”

I feel my brow twitch, but do not let myself rise to the bait. He wasn’t actually trying to lose me, or he’d be moving far faster. As for the annoyance, I wasn’t there yet.

“Why are you so upset?” I ask, though I wasn’t certain it was anger driving him right now.

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with you having an intervention about me with my parents when I wasn’t even there for it,” he replies irritably, each word sharp.

“It wasn’t an invention,” I correct as I duck under a branch and keep my eyes glued to the dirt to make certain each step is right. “And I was bombarded with it. They appeared without my knowing.”

“Sure,” Hagen muses sarcastically as he shoves some long scrub out of his way and kicks at another. “Why are you following me? Do you need something?”

“I’m going with you,” I reply as I avoid the very veggetation that had to face Hagen’s wrath.

“Oh, now you’re coming over,” Hagen laughs as he turns so swiftly that I almost stumble into him. Brown eyes dangerously alight, he glares up at me, “You are not wanted.”

I ignore the last statement in favour of the first. “You wanted me with you sooner?”

“Sooner?” Hagen laughs dryly, “You really do live in your own fantasy world.”

He tries to turn but I grab his arm before he can, keeping him facing me. “You get angry when I try to give you space.” I let my eyes dart over every inch of his face, taking him in greedily, “Have you realised that?”

Hagen’s face floods with colour and I’m not sure whether it’s from embarrassment or anger, but it’s adorable all the same.

“When you were drunk, you were angry that I’d left you alone for a month after promising to return, and it’s the same today,” I tell him as I put the pieces together myself. “I told you yesterday I’d return— which I had every intention of doing after that horrible meal— but it’s evening and you were waiting.”

“I was not waiting for you,” Hagen spits as he steps closer, facing me off with admirable bravery. “If I was waiting for anything then I was waiting for you to come steal Knots.”

“He’s not yours,” I remind. “I can not steal what belongs to me.”

“He loves me more,” Hagen taunts childishly and I have to resist the urge not to roll my eyes while my lips pull into a reluctant smile. “You think that’s funny?”

“I think you’re funny,” I correct while I pull him closer.

Hagen allows a step before he yanks his hand free and turns, returning to his stomping through the woods, “I’m going home, do not follow me.”

Of course, I do.

“You don’t even know where you’re going, do you?” I ask as he turns left and then right and then right twice more, effectively making a circle. “You’re just walking.”

“And you’re just talking,” he shoots back, and Neo purrs his amusement as we follow though it’s beginning to feel more like a chase.

“Let me take you home, Hagen.”

“No,” he grumbles, trudging away.

“So you’d prefer to wander these woods all night?”

“If it’d drive you insane, I’d do it until the sun came up,” he states with a laugh, and this time it’s my right eye that twitches.

I teleport in front of his next step, making him stumble back, “I am obsessed with every breath you take, but you can be terribly infuriating sometimes, Hagen.”

Hagen swallows as his heart jumps into a higher tune, but he still grins up at me triumphantly, “Thank you.” He tilts his head thoughtfully, “Maybe it won’t take until the sunrise.”

My jaw aches as I step forward, backing him up until his back hits the nearest tree and there’s nowhere he can go without having to confront me.

“So, all of this is just your way of punishing me for the ‘intervention’?” I ask as I look down at him, trying not to be swayed by the exquisite composition of his scent.

“Not at first, but it’s a happy coincidence,” he replies, blinking up at me.

Hagen had likely been relaxing at home when I’d brought him to me, but that didn’t stop him from looking devastatingly handsome. Goddess knew the last time he’d gotten a hair cut so his hair curled just below his neck now and he hadn’t shaved today so there was a slight shadow around his jaw that didthingsto me. His brown eyes were big and bold, angry one moment and then soft the next and the shift held me captive in the ways he didn’t already own me.

“You going to stand there forever or are you going to back up?” He asks, after swallowing tightly, his gaze suspiciously staying well above my nose.

“I have to stay close. I don’t want to leave and make you upset again,” I reply and I can hear the way his teeth grind in response.

“I wasn’t waiting for you,” he insists and I’m pretty sure he believes that, but I’d always known things about Hagen he didn’t know how to accept.

“No?” I query anyway while I trace my fingers over his hip. “You weren’t waiting all day for when I might turn up so that you could try to make me leave?”

As his fingers dig into the bark that he squirms against, a quiet rush of arousal stirs inside of me, disturbing in its appearance and strength. Hagen wasn’t scared— I would smell it if he was, but he was nervous and skittish and I was finding that enticing for some odd reason.

“No,” he snaps, his dark gaze nothing but defiant as it holds mine. “Stop self-projecting.”

That pulls a chuckle from me, one that pleases Hagen by the way his eyes brighten before he tries to quell it. I lean close, close enough for us to share each breath and breathe him in deeply. Goddess, I missed his scent. It didn’t matter that I’d had it yesterday, that had been too long. I should be covered in it day and night, so much that it was impossible to even conceive missing it.

I slide my hands over Hagen’s hips and as he sucks in a breath, I pull him against me, groaning as we fit together just right. Hagen’s hands stay on the tree but he doesn’t tell me to let him go.

“I should’ve been there when you woke up,” I whisper against the shell of his ear, relishing in the way his chest expands against mine. “I shouldn’t have made you spend even a minute wondering when I’d come for you.” Hagen’s cock stiffens against my leg and mine twitches in response. “But you knew I’d come for you eventually, right?”

His breaths are rushed as he bites out, “Fuck off.”

I can’t help but smile as I pull back to look at him. Hands on his hips, I step into his space and then some more. I crowd him against the tree until every inch of us is pressed tight together and my cock aches where grinds against his stomach. I lift a hand to tilt his chin up and as his cock brushes my thigh, Hagen sucks in a sharp breath, his gaze growing beautifully hazy.

“You hate being away from me, don’t you?” I taunt as I look into his eyes. “And you hate the fact that you hate being away from me even more.”

Hagen glares at me, his lips twisting into a snarl until I grind my leg against him, then his expression dissolves into pleasure and pure desire. “You’re such an asshole.”

“You’re the one who started this,” I remind him while I breathe in his arousal, filling my lungs. “I wanted to take you home.”

I tilt his chin to run my nose up his neck and Hagen shudders against me, “Nikola,” he half-moans, half-growls, but he still doesn’t touch meortell me to back off.

“I’m here,” I promise as I lean close, brushing our lips together enough for both our hearts to take flight as the awful ache of being apart burns to be stopped. “I’m here, pup.”

“Oh Goddess, I fucking hate you,” Hagen growls before he digs his hands into my hair and pulls me to him.

The kiss is almost like our first— like coming home after war or finding a well in the middle of a drought, but we’re not frightened of our desire as we once were. We were starved for one another and there was no turning back now.

Holding Hagen by his chin, I kiss him with every bit of need that’d been caged inside me since my lips had last had his, and he welcomes it with open arms. Lips parted, he moans as my tongue slides against his, and shockwaves echo through us both.

Body on fire, I kiss him hungrily, not bothering to pretend to be anything other than desperate for him. My grip on his is brutal, fiercer than I’d ever allowed it to be before, but Hagen only moans into my lips as his body melts into my touch.

“Pup,” I groan between kisses. “I’ve missed you.”

“Fuck,” Hagen curses as his hips squirm wildly, trying to find friction. “D-Don’t call me that.”

“I can call you what I want,” I growl as I drag my fingers down from his chin to his neck. Hagen’s eyes bulge, only to roll in the sockets as I tighten my fingers around his throat, and purr his name, “Pup.”

“Shittt!” Hagen groans as he shudders all over and melts.

I watch drunken by lust as he grinds his cock against me, driven purely by need if nothing else. I didn’t know what my strange fascination or fixation with choking Hagen was, but it was intoxicating to know it went both ways.

I flex my fingers, careful not to crush his windpipe and Hagen whines low as he looks at me through half-lidded eyes.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask through the pants we share, “I can touch you just the way you like. I’ll make you cum all over my fingers.”

“Nik,” Hagen whimpers and my knees almost buckle. It’d been so long since he’d called me Nik.

“You want it?” I ask, my magic already rising, a tendril aiming for the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “Tell me you want it, pup.” It’s almost a plea and maybe it is because I wanted to touch him desperately, but I wouldn’t without his permission.

Hagen’s eyes lock on mine and as we pant, hearts racing as one, I wait for his answer, wait at his beck and call until finally, he whispers, “Make me cum.”

My magic undoes his sweatpants faster than fingers even could, tugging them free and down to expose him to the night air. Hagen shivers as goosebumps race up his naked legs and his cheeks swell with colour as he anxiously glances around.

In truth, I should take us to his apartment where I could feast on Hagen in private, but I found myself drowning in a perverse type of pleasure knowing I was having Hagen in the open, where anyone might see him. I didn’t want anyone to see Hagen in the throws of pleasure and I never would, but imagining that someone might see me claiming him? That was maddening in the very best way.

“Nikola?” Hagen whispers unsurely, voice straining against my palm.

“Ssh,” I shush as I free the hand on his waist to wrap around his already dripping cock. “You don’t have to do anything but cum for me.”

“Oh… oh,Nik!” He moans as I wet my fingers with his precum and twist my wrist over his tip just as he likes. “B-But—”

“Don’t you love cumming for me, pup?” I whisper as I tighten my grip both on his cock and his neck. Hagen’s cock jerks in my palm as a fresh bead of precum slips free, “Don’t you love being my good boy?”

Hagen cries out as his entire body trembles from head to toe. He claws at my hair and presses up onto his toes, hips jerking as his eyes hold mine. He squirms like he can barely stand to be in his skin and clings to me like he wants to claw inside mine instead.

I smile at the thought before I claim his lips for a kiss that leaves him whimpering. Grinding my length against him, I suck his tongue and swallow his saliva, warming at having him inside me.

Quickening my hand, I stroke Hagen’s cock faster, trying to memorise every detail I can about the way his eyes burn and his cock stiffens, hardening as he curtails towards an orgasm.

“Oh Goddess! I…ah! Angh!” He moans, and I can tell he’s close, so close.

I watch his face, waiting patiently until he’s just at the edge before I slip my fingers away. Hagen’s eyes jolt open and he sobs a little as the loss weighs in and he computes that I’ve stopped. He looks down at his cock, hard and throbbing and he whimpers a little.

“Why— What?” He pants, lost and it’s as adorable as it is arousing.

I tilt his chin up again, wanting to see his reaction as I say, “I want you to touch me too.”

Hagen stiffens, “W-What?”

“I want you to touch me, Hagen,” I state clearly. “I want you to stroke my cock. I want you to make me cum.”

Hagen barely breathes as he stares at me, and if his heart was racing before, it’s sailing now. He’s like a deer caught in headlights and I’m not surprised; I’d never asked him to reciprocate when we’d been intimate before. I’d been content with waiting, with only touching him, but I wanted more now.

“You don’t have to,” I promise so he knows that’s an option as well. Hagen lets out a breath of relief until I loosen my grip on his neck, “We can stop here.”

He frowns, “You mean if I don’t… you won’t continue?”

I nod and his frown deepens.

“I’m not forcing you,” I repeat because I wasn’t. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Hagen squirms a little, looking like a cornered bird deciding between flight or surrender, “But I want you to, and I think you want to, too.”

“You what?” He repeats with a chuckle.

“You’re scared, but I remember the way you reacted that first night,” I whisper against his lips. “I hadn’t meant to, but I’d cum on you a little and you couldn’t take your eyes off it.”

Hagen swallows as his cheeks heat, “That’s not true.”

“You didn’t even wipe it off,” I groan as I remember the delicious sight of my cum on his thighs. “You left it on you.”

Hagen’s cock jerks between us, leaking and he shakes his head, “That’s not true.” Except we both know it is.

“Touch me, pup,” I beg. It’s not a demand, but a plea. “Make me cum all over you.”

“Fuck,” Hagen curses against my lips. “That’s not—” he stops short, shaking his head, but his fingers are already moving down, heading lower. “I don’t want that.”

“Then don’t do it,” I reply while I watch as his fingers curl around my waistband, tugging me closer. “Don’t touch me if you don’t want to, Hagen.”

Hagen’s frown deepens and he curses as his fingers tremble where they are, “This is so fucked.”

“Wanting my cum?” I ask and he shudders, nodding a little.

I slam Hagen against the bark. I don’t mean to. I don’t. But I hadn’t expected that— hadn’t been ready for him to admit to something I would never dare let myself dream off, and I reacted, forcefully.

My heart drops with honest fear as Hagen’s eyes widen, and he chokes, real pain flashing behind his eyes.

I wait for him to tell me to stop, to end this before it begins, but then Hagen’s eyes roll and hemoans.Everything after happens in a rush. One second, he’s on the fence, and the next, his fingers are inside my pants and he’s taking hold of my length.

“Gods!” I groan as his hands wrap around me and I fall against him as pleasure floods me.

Hagen’s body heats in a red wave of colour as he glances between me and the hands he has wrapped around me. I stare only at his hands, enraptured and too sane to dare look away when this was the first time Hagen was touching me.

Dear Goddess. Hagen was touching me.

I drive him up against the tree, using my magic to keep him still while I keep one hand caged around his neck and the next between us to stroke him in turn.

“Nik!” he moans breathlessly as we rock against one another, moving like feral animals rutting against a tree. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop. Please.”

A growl claws from my neck as I squeeze his length, rewarding him for his gift to me. Hagen’s spreads his legs further, letting me in and I claim him whole. I kiss him, bite at his jaw, thrust in his hands and lose myself in how beautiful he is when he just lets go.

“I-Is it okay?” he asks against my hands and my heart melts while my cock bucks.

“It’s so good, pup,” I promise, kissing his cheek. “You’re such a good boy.”

“Nik!” Hagen whimpers, cock leaking all over.

“You are,” I promise, and he shudders, his eyes rolling. I know he’s close, and so am I, so I don’t stop, “You’re such a good boy, Hagen. You’re making me feel so good.” I thrust faster. “I’m going to cum.Merde,”Iclench his throat tighter, squeezing. “I’m going to cum all over you, just like you want, pup.”

Hagen cries out loud enough for the entire pack to hear as he cums, his cock hardening in my palm before his orgasm overtakes his completely. He paints my fingers in his hot seed and my clothes too, and it’s enough to have me rushing after him.

In Hagen’s warm hands, my orgasm finds me and I cum. The pleasure is nearly blinding, but I don’t dare close my eyes as Hagen strokes me through it, even as my cum covers his fingers and his cock, spurting all over him until I’m sure I might faint from the force of it alone.

When it ends, we’re leaning against one another and panting desperately, barely coherent, or at least I am.

I’d rarely touched myself before Hagen, never finding it appealing even with him in mind, but when his pleasure was so close, it was as if I became a wolf in heat.

As I catch my breath and find the strength to straighten, I notice how quiet Hagen is. My heart picks up almost instantly, fearful for the reason.

Would he push me away now? Run and claim he didn’t want this? How long would it take before I could have him like this again?

I prepare myself for it all as I straighten and look at my mate, and as expected, he’s not looking at me, only… not for the reasons I’d expected.

Hagen’s gaze is fixed between us, more specifically, his gaze is fixed on his still-hard cock— the cock that was covered in my cum. Any semblance of sanity I have slips me temporarily as I watch my seed drips from his tip, the sight is as obscene as it was right.

He was covered in me. His cock was covered in my cum.

Reaching down, I take hold of Hagen’s pants and underwear before I pull them up, carefully tucking his length away inside, mess and all. He shudders and pinkens before he risks a glance up at me.

“It’s gross,” he mumbles as I tie his sweatpants slowly, making sure they’re on tight.

“It’s disgusting,” I agree as I finish before I cup his cock and squeeze, “but I like it.” Hagen looks down, but I don’t let him. I force him to look at me, “Do you like it?”

His face burns as he shakes his head. “N-No. I hate it.”

“Mhm,” I hum as I continue caressing him until a wet spot appears from both our cum.

Hagen bites his lips as he blinks at me, trying to clear the lust from his gaze, but there isn’t a chance of that. I tug it free but a moment later, he’s biting it again. Leaning in, I bite his lip for him until he whimpers, and then I kiss it better.

“I love it when you touch me. You made me feel so good,” I tell him again because Hagen seemed to like it whenever I did. “I can’t wait for you to do it again.”

Hagen squirms but doesn’t pull away, “Whatever.”

“I’ll take you back now,” I tell him, afraid of pushing my luck with both him and the chance that someone might slip upon us.

“Okay,” he mumbles, looking at my chin instead of me, his face still aflame.

‘We want different things from our bond’.I can’t help but smile as I remember the blatant lie Hagen had told his parents and mine, but it didn’t matter to me. Hagen could lie all he wanted about us, to others and to himself.

Once he was mine in the end, that’s all that mattered.

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Mentally, I’m not here 🥲

Thoughts??????

I mean, if you can manage thoughts, I would love to hear what you have to say, but if you can’t manage any. That’s completely fine and understandable loooool.

This shit was insanity.

I feel unhinged. Best Christmas Present ever looooool. Thank you Nikola AND Hagen.

I mean. the kinks between these two could run a BDSM club for centuries lmfaooooo

Alright, I’m done. I genuinely hope you guys liked these chapters, and hopefully get a more ffirm look into Hagen and Nikola’s dynamic now. I just love how Hagen is slipping more into being a brat, like him stomping into the woods KILLED me.

Can’t wait to see where this story goes in the New Year

Until next time,
Byeeeeeeeeee humansssssssssss