Chapter 42

As Yuri remained silently flustered, his back turning red, Cherriot uttered something incomprehensible. Yuri looked at him questioningly. Cherriot rose and finally released him. They had held the position longer than Yuri realized. When he straightened his waist and extended his legs, his muscles tingled.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

Bracing his arm against the back of the sofa, Yuri sat upright, his waist throbbing with excruciating pain. Despite not being struck, a dull ache had settled there. He had never experienced such physical exhaustion from sex before. As he slowly placed his feet on the floor and attempted to stand, all strength abruptly vanished from his lower body, causing him to fall back onto the sofa.

What?

As Yuri stared down at his thighs in confusion, a shadow fell over him. He slowly raised his head. Cherriot was offering him a hand. Seeing that Yuri still did not understand, he explained the strange phenomenon.

“Your legs gave out.”

Yuri belatedly realized that the Omegas who had once complained that they needed help standing after sex had not merely been asking for physical affection. Their waists and legs had genuinely lost strength. But he had not spent an entire day having sex the way they had then. Why was his body already—

“Come on. Hand.”

Cherriot pulled him up while Yuri was still trying to understand. Following the powerful tug, Yuri managed to stand. Once he pressed strength into his feet, he finally found his balance.

Cherriot held his wrist and led him toward the kitchen. Each step made Yuri’s waist throb, while a burning soreness rose from behind. His entrance was not the only thing that hurt; his back did, too.

When they finally reached the kitchen, Yuri went toward the sink, then realized he needed a moment to collect himself before pouring water. He leaned his elbows on the island, released a low sigh while supporting his weight through his upper body, and pushed back his hair.

“I think you’ll have to pour it.”

Cherriot had already taken out a glass and begun filling it. At Yuri’s words, he tipped his head back and grinned.

“Tired, Wolfie?”

Considering Cherriot had been the one moving like a madman, he should have been far more physically exhausted. Yet he looked far too comfortable. Yuri narrowed his eyes. Was that a serious question?

“Are you sincerely asking?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I’m impressed. Even Alphas usually can’t walk properly after I do that to them, even with help. But Wolfie looks almost fine.” Cherriot shut off the tap and placed the full glass before him.

Yuri stared at it, thoughtful, then slowly spoke, “Do you really want to talk about other people immediately after having sex with me?”

Yuri knew that this was his first time with an Alpha while it was not Cherriot’s. But he didn’t understand why Cherriot would say something like that now. When Yuri frowned, Cherriot’s eyes rounded.

“Are you angry, Wolfie?”

“I simply don’t understand why you said it.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t comparing you. Never. I just… I’ve never been able to go that far before. ”

Leaving Cherriot to explain himself belatedly, Yuri reached for the glass. He wasn’t exactly angry. He didn’t feel good about it, but they weren’t in a relationship. And they never could be.

Yuri swallowed the silent addition along with the water. Moistening his parched throat improved his mood slightly. Once he began drinking, the thirst became impossible to tolerate, and he continued without pause. Perhaps he drank too quickly, because water slipped along his raised chin and gathered briefly at his Adam’s apple.

Cherriot, who had been staring, released a low, pained sound and spoke, “Wolfie. I know you aren’t going to like what I’m about to say, but…”

Yuri set down the glass with a sharp click and glared. The warning suggested more nonsense was coming, and he intended to stop it before he had to hear it.

“If you know that, please shut the hell up.”

The words came out harsher than intended. Yuri had just begun feeling guilty when Cherriot sighed with concern, turned, and refilled the glass. Yuri’s throat was still painfully dry, so he willingly accepted it. As he was about to drink, Cherriot watched him and blurted, “I’m horny.”

Yuri barely avoided choking. He lowered the glass and frowned at Cherriot.

“The way your throat moves is too sexy. I couldn’t help it. This is all Wolfie’s fault.”

The nonsense continued.

Yuri drew his brows together and was about to say that doing more would be difficult when Cherriot approached and embraced him from behind. Wrapping both arms around Yuri’s waist, he pressed close and rubbed his cock between Yuri’s cheeks, where fingerprints from earlier remained. He had already ejaculated, yet at some point he had become hard again.

The heavy length pressed firmly along the cleft of Yuri’s ass.

In disbelief, Yuri put down the glass. He was trying to swallow and glare when Cherriot suddenly kissed him. Cherriot pushed his tongue into Yuri’s mouth while water still remained there and licked it up, swallowing. The sensation returned Yuri to their kiss in the lake. He forgot to scold Cherriot and tangled their tongues together instead.

“I’m thirsty, Yuri. Give me water.”

Cherriot rubbed his forehead against Yuri’s nape and pleaded. Perhaps because the soft hair tickled his skin, something restless stirred around Yuri’s heart. After a brief hesitation, he slowly raised the glass to his lips.

Watching Cherriot stare fixedly at him, Yuri took water into his mouth. The instant he lowered the glass, Cherriot kissed him like a starving animal. Their tongues met, and the water passed between them.

Even after drinking what he wanted, Cherriot did not release Yuri’s mouth. Cradling the back of his head, Yuri turned his upper body and accepted him willingly, letting heated breaths escape. The moment he heard the sound, Cherriot pushed his cock, which had been swelling against Yuri for some time, back inside. Yuri’s heels lifted from the floor, and the emptiness within him was filled again.

Because Cherriot was taller, penetration was not difficult even while standing. Already stretched to its limit and shaped around Cherriot, Yuri’s inner walls struggled but willingly swallowed the shaft. Yuri tipped back his head with a suffering moan.

Cherriot began taking him from behind. One hand rested over Yuri’s abdomen, preventing him from striking the edge of the island. Although they had coupled like animals only moments earlier, they joined again.

Yuri, initially penetrated while standing, soon found himself bent over and shaken without restraint. Cherriot placed a hand over Yuri’s where it lay spread across the island. Yuri turned the wrist bearing his weight and caught Cherriot’s hand. The instant their palms met, Cherriot threaded their fingers together.

The place where they had eaten dinner became marked by their sweat and by Yuri’s semen when he climaxed again. Even after Yuri’s second release, Cherriot remained buried inside him and carried him toward his bedroom. The door had barely closed and Yuri had barely been pushed onto the bed before the third round began. Dawn was already breaking outside, brightening the world, but their night did not end.

Yuri had no opportunity even to look around Cherriot’s room. He spent another half day outside the bed’s proper boundaries, tangled beneath and around the younger Alpha. Cherriot’s once-clean sheets grew damp with Yuri’s semen. Eventually, Yuri himself could no longer tell whether he was still ejaculating or merely leaking water. The younger Alpha in rut kept Yuri trapped for nearly two full days.

Yuri had once stayed awake for days while doing far harsher work, yet now he repeatedly fell unconscious and awakened as though fainting. Having his body held open began to feel more familiar than being closed. Cherriot’s heat constantly beside him came to seem natural. Whenever Yuri lost consciousness and went limp, Cherriot woke him with kisses and made him swallow water. Each time, the water touching the tip of his tongue tasted impossibly sweet.

Sweetness no longer felt strange to Yuri.

They kept going.

Again and again and again and again and again.

The day was both long and brief.

By the time the hours they spent tangled together without reason outnumbered those spent conscious, Cherriot’s rut finally ended. It was the third time Yuri had watched dawn brighten beyond the curtains. After confirming that Cherriot had at last fallen asleep while holding him tightly, Yuri closed his eyes too. The arms wrapped around him were heavy with strength, yet instead of feeling burdened, Yuri felt secure.

His eyelids had swollen red from the tears brought on by relentless exhaustion. He blinked several times, then felt Cherriot’s pheromones brushing over him with something like tenderness.

Only then did he manage to sleep.

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