The Night Movers - Episode 22 (Patreon)

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Diesel grabbed his arm, keeping him from fleeing. “Woah. Why? What’s wrong?” 

Ridley shook his head, his pulse bounding in his throat. “Take me to him, right now. Please. Please, Diesel. It’s important. Life or death, I swear.” 

Diesel’s brows knitted together, kind of making him look like a caveman, but he finally sighed and said, “Okay, Okay. Let's go.” 

Ridley followed him up the stairs and out the doors, practically dragging her along through endless hallways, his stride twice as big as Ridley’s own. Finally they stopped at a nondescript looking door that looked like all the others in the hall, pushing open the door and shoving Ridley over the threshold towards Titus. 

Titus looked at him with a flat stare, then sighed like he was already exhausted. “Who do I have to kill now?” he asked Diesel. 

Steele chuckled, earning a glare from Ridley which only made him laugh harder. 

Ridley turned his attention back to Titus, snapping, “I’m right here, you know. You can talk to me.”

Steele snorted, standing. “I’m gonna go find the others.” 

When it was just the three of them, Titus gave them a look. “Well? What’s going on?” 

Ridley looked around the boring office, arms crossed over his chest. There was only a beat up desk, a well worn leather sofa, and three chairs that were strewn about the room at odd angles. In the corner were ancient metal filing cabinets that were an equally boring beige color. 

Diesel huffed. “He insisted I bring him to you.” 

Titus gave Ridley another wary look. Ridley didn’t know what he was so pissy about. If anyone had the right to look offended it was him. 

“We talked about th-” Titus started. 

“I saw something,” Ridley blurted, cutting him off. 

Titus frowned, then exchanged confused looks with Diesel like Ridley was talking in riddles. 

“What? Saw what? What do you mean?” Diesel prodded. 

“Not saw with my eyes.” Ridley tapped his forehead. “I saw something. I need to show it to you. My vision. Please,” he begged. 

Ridley’s temper flared as Titus studied his face for a long time before turning to look at Diesel. Did he just…dismiss him? 

 I’ve got him,” he told Diesel. “Go keep an eye on things out there.”

Diesel nodded, then left, closing the door, locking them in silence. The moment they were alone, Titus’s scent coiled around Ridley, those alpha pheromones turning his insides into melted honey. Ridley took a shuddery breath then licked his bottom lip, the low throb in his belly returning. 

Titus gave him a cocky smile like he could smell the need coming off Ridley in waves. 

The alpha crooked his little finger at him. “Come here, strawberry.” 

Any other day, Ridley would have told him to fuck off, but something deep inside overpowered his usual common sense. He made his way around the desk, standing between Titus’s open thighs. The alpha leaned forward, running a hand up Ridley’s inner thigh. He bit back the noise climbing his throat, but there was no hiding that he was hard, that he was wet. 

Titus stood, gripping Ridley’s hips and depositing him onto a bunch of papers strewn across the surface. Ridley leaned forward, pressing his face to the alpha’s chest, rubbing it over his shirt, reveling in his scent. A low purr rattled in Titus’s chest, making Ridley whine. 

He tipped his face up, catching his alpha’s gaze, his thoughts scattering like leaves, as he studied him. Rough hands cupped his face, thumbs sliding softly across his cheekbones. Ridley’s eyelids fluttered, wanting to lean into his palm like a cat. 

“What do you want to show me?” Titus asked softly.

Ridley was barely paying attention, addicted to the rough scrape of his skin against his. “Hm?” 

“You said you saw something. Another vision.” 

Show? Oh, right. Fuck. Ridley mentally slapped himself in the face. He needed to pull it together. 

“Let me show you.” 

Ridley took his hands, threading their fingers together. He closed his eyes, opening his mind to Titus. The alpha’s sharp inhalation told Ridley he could see it too. His hands tightened on Ridley’s. An angry snarl escaped his lips, making that molten honey between his hip bones bubble. He was so hard, it ached. 

Titus opened his eyes, nostrils flaring, his gaze roaming Ridley’s face. “Thanks, strawberry. I’ll handle it.” 

Something like disappointment settled over him. “Oh, okay.” 

Titus reached for his phone. “I’ll call one of the guys to take you back to your seat.” 

“Wait!” Ridley blurted, snatching his wrist. 

Titus stopped in his tracks, one brow arched. “What is it, strawberry?” 

Ridley lifted the alpha’s hand, taking one finger into his mouth, sucking on it. Titus made a noise that he quickly tried to cover by clearing his throat. Ridley scraped his teeth along his palm, then licked his inner wrist. Titus was paralyzed, his eyes locked on Ridley’s mouth. 

“I asked you a question,” Titus said.

Ridley released Titus’s hand, instead pulling Titus’s shirt from the waistband of his pants so he could slide his palms over the alpha’s bare skin. Ridley moaned at the warmth, his shirt moving upwards with his hands. Ridley dipped his head, running his nose along his ribs, then higher, licking over one taut nipple. 

Titus grunted, his hands going to Ridley’s ass. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, strawberry.” 

“I’m not starting anything,” Ridley said, moving to Titus’s other nipple, kitten-licking it then sucking it almost delicately. 

Titus’s fingers dug into the meat of his ass.  

Titus forced Ridley’s chin up, catching his gaze. “No?” Ridley shook his head. “Then maybe I should send you back.” 

“Don’t send me back, alpha,” Ridley whispered, wrapping a hand around Titus’s neck and tugging him until his lips covered his own. The first two kisses were soft, lingering, but when Ridley whimpered into his mouth, everything changed. 

Titus’s tongue pushed past his teeth like he was claiming his mouth. 

“More,” Ridley whispered against his lips. 

Titus growled, fingers wrapping in the hair at the nape of Ridley’s neck, holding him steady so he could plunder his mouth. Ridley gave a low moan, surrendering to the alpha, his kisses made him dizzy. He always just took and took like Ridley belonged to him, like he was his to claim, possess, use as he saw fit. 

Part of him hated how easily he allowed himself to fall under the alpha’s spell, but it was pushed down deep as his blood caught fire. 

Titus bit at his lips, sucked his tongue, snarled into his mouth like he could barely restrain himself. 

“Think you could knot me before your match starts?” Ridley panted into his mouth. 

“You’re such a needy little slut, huh?” Titus rasped. “That what you really wanted? Did you just need an excuse for me to bend you over my desk and fuck you?” 

Ridley keened, but couldn’t think enough to formulate a response. Titus dragged him off the desk, spinning him around, hand fisting in his hair once more. Ridley cried out as Titus yanked his head to the side, sinking his teeth into whatever skin he found. 

He bit down on the shell of Ridley’s ear just as his hand slid up his belly, pushing the band covering his chest out of the way to tease over his nipple, pinching hard until Ridley moaned, drenched in his own slick. 

Titus scraped his teeth over the side of his neck, then slid Ridley’s coat off his shoulders, tossing it on the couch then pushing a hand between his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend over for him. 

“Pants and underwear down, strawberry.” 

Ridley scrambled to comply, his hands shaking and fumbling with the clasp. Once he got it open, he shoved them down, his pants pooling at his ankles but his underwear catching around his thighs. 

Ridley could feel every breath he took with his chest pressed to the desk, could feel the cool air on his wet ass, could feel Titus’s stare burning a hole through his skin. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he whined.

“So needy,” Titus muttered. Ridley gasped as two fingers rubbed between his cheeks. “Sure you can handle what I’m about to do to you? You still look a little raw from playing with Diesel. Bet he ate you out until you screamed.” 

Ridley made a sound that was more animal than human. “I can take it.” 

“Okay,” Titus said, forcing three fingers into him without warning. 

Ridley cried out mostly in surprise, but partially due to the unexpected burn. Diesel had really used him hard. He liked to lick Ridley’s hole for hours, until he was begging him for a break. 

“Look how easily they slid right in. From virgin to whore in record time,” Titus said, his mocking tone pulling another shaky whimper from him. 

“Please,” Ridley begged. 

“Okay, strawberry. I’m gonna fuck you now,” he crooned, pulling his fingers from Ridley’s sloppy hole. 

Ridley almost sobbed when he heard the sound of Titus’s zipper and the shuffling of his clothes. Ridley had just enough time to register the blunt head of the alpha’s cock pressing against his rim.

Ridley wailed as Titus’s hips snapped forward, burying himself in one go. 

“There you go,” Titus murmured. “Fuck, good boy. You take it so well.” 

Ridley didn’t know what to say, every word only intensified the need growing inside. 

“Move, please,” he begged. 

Titus’s hand cracked down over his cheek. “Please, what?” he growled. 

“Please, aloha,” Ridley said through gritted teeth. “Please move, alpha. Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel you every time I sit down.”

One hand curved over his shoulder, the other on his hip. “Remember, you asked for this.” 

Titus set a dizzying pace from the outset, fucking into him hard and fast, the hand on his shoulder ensuring every thrust went deep enough to make his eyes roll back with pleasure. 

“Fuck I’ve missed being inside you,” Titus muttered, breathing heavy. 

Ridley moaned, clinging to the edge of the desk. The head of Titus’s cock was dragging deliciously over that bundle of nerves, making his cock weep. Trying to hide the sounds Titus fucked out of him with each thrust. 

He grabbed Ridley by the nape of his neck, wrenching his head back. “Let me hear you.” 

Ridley’s face grew hot. “People might hear us.” 

Titus snarled, releasing Ridley’s hair. “I’ll fuck you on all fours right in the middle of that ring. I don’t give a fuck who’s watching.” 

The idea of it tore another moan from Ridley. 

Titus’s condescending chuckle sent another jolt through him. “Yeah, you like that thought, don’t you? Like the idea of having all eyes on you, ass up, presenting for me in front of hundreds of people. Want me to publicly breed you like back in the day so everyone knows who you belong to? So everyone knows how well fucked you are? How we can’t get enough of you? Would you like that?” he panted. 

“Hnf.” 

“Of course you would. My insatiable little cock slut, needs to have his hole filled day and night. Or maybe I should say holes. Should I bring the whole pack into the ring? Let them see what a good little cocksucker you are? How you let us fuck your throat and your ass?” 

If he kept talking, Ridley was going to come untouched. Heat coiled in his belly, Titus’s words and the wet squelch of Titus fucking his own slick back inside him were making Ridley crazy. 

“Knot me,” Ridley cried. 

Titus snorted. “Like you could stop me.” 

He pulled Ridley back against him, wrapping a hand around his throat. “This hard enough for you, strawberry? Will you remember getting fucked over my desk like a whore every time you sit down?” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted. 

Titus grunted driving into him with enough force to have Ridley going up on his tiptoes. 

“Feel it, strawberry? Feel my knot fucking into your little cunt?” 

The word punched through Ridley, pleasure rolling over him. Titus pushed him down once more, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise, pounding into Ridley with intent, working his knot in and out of his hole. 

Ridley wailed, the feeling growing more painful with each thrust. 

“Does it hurt?” Titus asked. 

Ridley whimpered. “Yes.” 

“Good. You fucking love it. You like feeling used.” 

Ridley nodded, mouth slack, drool pooling on Titus’s papers. “Close,”he slurred. 

Titus gave a condescending laugh. “Already?” 

He draped himself over Ridley’s back. The sudden change in angle had him directly nailing his prostate with every thrust, making his knees buckle and knocking these whorish moans out of him each time he bottomed out. Ridley’s cock was leaking so much. Had he somehow already come?

“Please. Oh, fuck. Knot me, alpha. Breed me. Please, alpha. Please, please, please,” he babbled. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close. So close.” 

There were no thoughts, only sensations, the pleasure so intense it caused his vision to white out with each thrust, his knees buckling, Titus’s weight the only thing keeping him upright. His cock was dripping all over Titus’s floor, making such a mess. 

Titus groaned one final time, bullying his knot past Ridley’s rim one final time, tying them together place as he kept fucking him in tiny aborted movements. 

The feel of his knot swelling against that abused bundle of nerves was enough to push Ridley over the edge, his cock jerking as he came untouched. 

This time it was Titus who moaned long and low. “Fuck, that’s it, strawberry. Good boy. You feel so fucking good on my knot, just milking every drop out of me. You feel me filling you up?” 

Ridley whimpered, both from oversensitivity and from his words. 

“Now you’re gonna spend the rest of the night with my cum dripping out of you and every alpha down there will know what we did. Will know you bent over for me.”

Ridley shivered, goosebumps erupting along his skin. 

Titus fell back into his chair, taking Ridley with him. He wasn’t sure what to expect but it wasn’t the careful way Titus pulled his shirt back down or the way he rubbed a hand over his belly. His mate was…enigmatic to say the least. Ridley let his eyes fall shut, the sensation almost lulling him to sleep. It was so quiet there, not like the arena. 

“Would you really fuck me in the arena,” Ridley asked, soft cock twitching at the thought. 

Both his arms wrapped around Ridley’s middle as he buried his face in his neck, inhaling his scent, words slightly muffled. “Would you want to get fucked in the arena?” 

“I do like having people watch me,” Ridley admitted. He chewed his lower lip for another few seconds before asking, “If I did, want that, I mean, would that make me a bad person?” 

“No, baby,” Titus said softly.

Ridley’s heart tripped. 

Baby. 

The idea of a bunch of alphas and betas watching him get fucked by his pack should disgust him. It was everything he hated about this culture. But he didn’t hate it. It made him feel…wanted. 

The door opened, Sugar popping his head in, grinning when he saw them in their state of undress. “Your match is starting in twenty.” 

Titus nodded.

Sugar gave them one more lewd once over, then left once again.” 

“Lets hope my knot goes down by then,” he murmured. 

Ridley laughed, then hissed as the knot in question tugged on him from the inside. 

“I probably look like a total mess,” Ridley said, wiping blindly under his eyes. 

“You could never look like a mess. At worst, you’ll look well fucked,” Titus said, his thumb rubbing at the spot Ridley had just wiped. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Ridley asked. 

“We just fucked? Do you want to spend the whole time arguing while we wait for my knot to go down?” Titus asked, defensive. 

“Don’t get self-conscious,” Ridley said. “I like it. I like when you’re nice to me.” 

“Yeah, well…” Titus looked anywhere but at Ridley, his ears bright red. “Don’t get used to it.” 

Ridley turned his head, tucking it into Titus’s neck, once more inhaling his scent. “Whatever you say, alpha.”