Red Riding Hood | BoyxBoy | COMPLETED

Baby Fever

Alexander's POV

Our chambers were set conveniently close to the library. I had no doubt that Queen Tasha had a hand in this. She had demonstrated competence and much empathy throughout our stay while having a sick mate to care for. Cassidy has developed quiet respect for her, as have I.

Since the discussions wrapped up and our couriers took the freshly signed paperwork back home, Cass and I have been left with a fair bit of time on our hands. We have chosen, thus far, to spend most of it in the archives. It has been quite informative, especially when Cass found a book on werewolf courting rituals. It gave us some ideas for future dates.

When it was mealtimes, we would join the royal family. They tended to share every meal together whenever possible. Duke Kellen was only sometimes there, but I gathered he was a busy man with much work beyond the walls of their compound.

Once, on our way to lunch, we bumped into the littlest Prince. He toddled up to my knee and lifted his arms. His big, emerald eyes looked up at me.

"Up," he commanded. "Please," he added after when I didn't immediately comply.

I picked him up. His little body was warm and soft, and it mixed very nicely with the heat of delight from Cassidy. Prince Timmeu unhesitatingly pushed his nose into my neck and scented me. My wolf huffed in pleasure. Timmeu smelled like family and I think he thought I smelt familiar to him too. I couldn't stop myself from scenting him back and he made a pleased noise.

If King Olcan were my true father, Prince Timmeu would be my baby brother. I liked the thought very much.

Prince Timmeu held out his stuffed bunny. "Bunny too," he said. He was adorable!

I huffed a laugh and dutifully rubbed my cheek on his toy too. Cassidy was grinning broadly as he watched us.

"Thank you," said Timmeu. "Down, please." He squirmed and I set him down.

Timmeu made his way to Cassidy and asked to be picked up again. Cassidy looked surprised but obligingly settled the pup on his hips. My heart thumped in my chest to see Cassidy with a baby. He glanced at me with knowing eyes.

The Prince sniffed at Cassidy and tilted his head in confusion. "Not wolf?" he asked.

Cassidy shook his head. "I am not a wolf."

The child nodded thoughtfully. "Wolf mate?" he pointed at me.

"Very clever," Cassidy chuckled. "You are correct. I am his mate."

Baby Timmeu looked pleased with himself. I fought with the urge to squeeze him. Cassidy had no such qualms and happily cuddled the Prince. Prince Timmeu, in turn, rubbed his little face all over Cassidy's neck. It was a very blatant scenting and my nose twitched at the cloud of baby scent all over Cass now. My wolf was enjoying this very much.

I almost didn't notice when Princess Seffrin turned down the corridor. "Your Highnesses," she says.

Cass turned to face her, baby Timmeu still nestled in his arms. Her wary posture put me on edge, and I found myself studying her. "Princess," I return.

She nods at us. "I've come to take my brother to dinner."

Prince Timmeu visibly perks up at 'dinner' and squirms until Cassidy puts him down. He goes over to Seffrin and reaches for her hand, stuffed bunny cuddled to his chest with the other.

I imagined holding Timmeu's hand as we went to dinner and my heart panged with want. Cassidy squeezed my hand, and we followed the siblings in a strange, silent procession to the dining room.

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By night-time, I was embarrassed to admit that I'm nearly driven mad with baby fever. At dinner, Cassidy and I were seated in across little Timmeu and his older siblings. I was filled with longing for the easy sibling relationship they had, and my wolf howled for a pup of ours. Cassidy was also occupied at the precious baby. Our mating bond was essentially an unending loop of want and 'aww'.

After a thorough bath, I all but threw Cass into bed. The baby fever had manifested itself as lust and even though I knew Cassidy could not bear me children, my wolf didn't care, and I was going to try anyway. I was going to try very hard indeed.

Cassidy leaned back on his elbows and watched me with dark eyes and a knowing smirk on his lips. I growled. There was no doubt my own eyes were blown wide with desire.

I stripped and stalked over, quickly divesting my mate of his clothes as well. He pulled me in and kissed me, our tongues warring for dominance. Cass was being aggressive tonight. My wolf howled at the challenge.

The bond flooded with our need for each other. Cassidy moaned when I palmed his ass, squeezing the globes of flesh. His legs fell open invitingly. I grabbed the oil.

I don't think I could have gone slowly even if I wanted to. My fingers were slicked up and pushed unceremoniously into Cassidy. He groaned and panted at the stretch of immediately taking two fingers. I paused to give him a moment.

"Alex," Cassidy panted. "Keep going. I won't break," he said.

I scissored my fingers and pushed in a third. His thighs trembled at the strain. My breath caught. The curtains of our chamber were drawn, and the light of the waning moon fell delicately on Cassidy as he strained and writhed in pleasure. He was gorgeous and sensual. I wanted him so badly.

I poured a generous amount of oil on my cock.

Cassidy twisted his fingers in the fur blanket under him and arched his spine. "Alex, hurry!" he urged. I could not deny him.

I flipped him over, pulling his hips until he was presenting his ass to me. My cock twitched at the sight. Mount him my wolf cried. I shifted forward, knees bracketing his and positioned my cock at his fluttering rim. He leaned back, trying to force himself on my shaft. I let him, one hand on his hip to keep him steady.

My beautiful mate groaned, walls of muscles rippling on my erection. I squeezed his hip hard enough to bruise and stopped myself from moving before he was ready.

"Come on, Alex. Move," Cassidy said. "I know you want to fuck me and fill me with your seed until my belly swells with child."

I inhaled sharply. Yes, I did want that, however impossible. And Cassidy had clearly felt it through the bond. I pulled out and slammed back in, hard enough to make him cry out in surprise.

"Yes," he choked out. "Harder."

My hips picked up speed, pushing relentlessly into his tight heat. Cassidy's arms shook and buckled, his face and shoulders pressed into the fur. It changed the angle of penetration and he screamed himself hoarse at the sudden pressure on his prostate. I grabbed his waist and impaled him back on my dick.

I could feel him going mad with pleasure. It was driving me crazy too. I sat back on my haunches and took him with me. Like this, he was falling on my cock every time I let go of him. He was being forced to fuck himself on my cock.

The new position gave me better access to his shoulders and neck, which I hungrily sucked bruises into. He reached behind, blindly trying to hold me too. I rolled a pebbled nipple between my fingers and he flinched. Sensitive.

I kept up the teasing until Cassidy's moans increased in pitch. With the amount of sex we've had, I learnt quite a few of his tells. One of them being that he is delightfully a screamer and that his pitch sharpens the closer he gets to his finish.

He was close. The knot at the base of my cock began to swell in response.

"Do it," he gasped. "Knot me."

I grunted and pushed my knot into his willing heat. I needed him to finish before I knotted. My hand reached for his cock and tugged insistently. He tensed at the extra stimulation and orgasmed, thick ropes of his seed spurting from the tip. His inner walls convulsed around me and I cursed, trapping my knot inside him with the vice-like grip of his body.

There was no pulling out now and my eyes rolled as I came and came, my semen pouring endlessly into him.