The Night Movers - Season 2 - Ep 2 Part 2 (Patreon)

This is so tedius...

“Ren!” 

Ridley rocketed upright with a start, pain exploding behind his eyelids, stealing the air from his lungs. His gaze swiveled around the room, stomach lurching as his brain tried to reorient itself to his surroundings. He made a punched out sound when he came face to face with a pinched expression and sea-glass eyes. 

Titus. 

He sat in a chair beside his own bed, his elbows on his knees, staring at Ridley like he expected him to spontaneously combust. 

“Thank fuck,” Ridley heard him mutter under his breath, shooting to his feet like he was leaving him. 

Did he hate him that much?

Panic spiked through Ridley’s blood, heart racing so fast he tasted blood. He didn’t realize he’d snatched Titus’s wrist until the alpha’s gaze jerked to Ridley’s hand, seemingly just as shocked as Ridley. 

“Don’t go,” Ridley heard himself plead, the words clotting in his throat like wet paper, his whole body shaking. 

Titus looked to the door, then back again, clearly conflicted. “I’m just gonna tell Ryker you’re—” 

To Ridley’s absolute horror, he burst into tears. Not the pretty, demure ones he sometimes deployed to get his way. No, these were ugly, choking sobs that wracked his whole body. Almost instantly, his face grew hot, his nose starting to run even as he clung to the alpha. He tried to stop it, tried to hold back the loud wails, but somehow that just made it worse. There was nothing worse than crying as a redhead. He must look like a ghoul. 

As if everything else wasn’t bad enough. Now he was crying…in front of Titus of all people? Not Diesel or Sugar. Not the ones who would understand, who would baby him and comfort him. No, it had to be Titus. His mate. The one who seemed to hate him almost as much as Steele did. 

When he couldn’t stop the torrent, he did the next best thing, curling into a ball and squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see the disgust–or worse, disinterest–on his alpha’s face. He forced himself to release his wrist, holding his own instead. Maybe if he held on tight enough, it would keep him from fracturing into a million pieces and scattering like dust. 

He expected Titus to leave. He wanted him to leave, needed it, even. He needed him to go find one of the others, one who at least pretended to care. 

He didn’t expect him to sweep him into his arms like he weighed nothing, then sit in the chair, cradling Ridley against his chest. Somehow that made the whole thing both a little better…and so much worse. They were both just so…awkward. 

They sat stiffly, Ridley waiting for Titus to do something more, to say something more…anything. Titus was just as rigid beneath him, barely moving, hardly even breathing. For a long moment the two just sat, tension growing like a cord pulled taut, each waiting for the other to be the first to give in? The cord snapped when Ridley’s body decided he wasn’t done ugly crying. This fresh wave of tears had Titus melting beneath him with a heavy sigh. He gathered him closer, thick fingers catching in the snarl of Ridley’s sweat-damp hair. Each time he combed through it, the tugging distracted Ridley from the soul-sucking grief that washed over him. 

“Shh, strawberry,” Titus soothed. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Ridley shook his head as if denying his words. He was not okay. He was unraveling. Floating along, completely untethered, a balloon with cut strings heading to a place where the air was too thin. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d float too far away for anyone to catch him. 

His sobs grew louder, his breaths harsher until it felt like he couldn’t breathe without inhaling razor blades, his world tunneling. His heart felt like someone was crushing it in their fist. “I can-can’t br-breathe. I ca-can’t breathe,” he rasped, dragging his nails across his chest, only the fabric of his shirt keeping him from tearing open his skin. 

When rough hands grabbed his cheeks, Ridley clawed at them too, until he heard Titus hiss in pain. 

“Stop,” Titus demanded. “Look at me.” 

Ridley tried. He really did. But he couldn’t. His thoughts were racing. His eyes roamed every part of Titus’s face but where he was telling him to look. Ren. Ren Ren. She was hurt. She was in danger. She was somewhere being tortured. He had to find her. He had to save her. He had to do something. She would have done the same for him. 

She had always done the same for him. 

She said she’d always find a way to reach him and somehow…somehow she had. She’d reached him and now she was just…gone and he didn’t know how to make her come back. How to get the vision back. They never came back. He would never see it again. Never see her again. What if that was the last chance he ever had to see her? What if she had been trying to tell him something but he hadn’t had the chance to see it? 

“Listen to me, strawberry,” Titus said again, his voice sliding into that low alpha growl that should have dragged Ridley’s omega to the surface. 

But it didn’t work. Nothing was working. All he could think of was every disgusting thing that fucker might be doing to his sister. How long had she been suffering? Was she even still alive? What if that had been some kind of goodbye? What if that was goodbye and he’d missed it. 

“Baby, your heart rate is too high,” Titus said, genuine concern leaching into his voice. “You’re going to hurt yourself. I can feel your panic. You have to calm down. This isn’t okay.” 

Ridley shook his head. “Can’t…I can’t. I can’t…I can’t...” His words died on another pitiful whimper. 

“Ridley!” Titus all but shouted. 

His head snapped up, catching Titus’s startled gaze. “Scruff me,” he pleaded.

"What?"

"Scruff me," he cried. “Do it. Do it. Please. Please. I don’t want to see anymore. I don’t want to think anymore. Just take it away. Make me calm down. Do it.” 

“Are you-” 

“Do it,” Ridley said again, when still he hesitated, Ridley all but wailed, “Are you my alpha or not?” 

Titus grunted and suddenly Ripley was face down on the bed, Titus on top of him, pinning him to the mattress as his teeth sank deep into the back of his neck. 

Ridley shattered. Not in a violent, cracking way, but in the way ice melts under heat. Every thought he’d been clinging to, the panic, the guilt, the racing need to do something, evaporated like steam from boiling water. His muscles went slack, boneless, like the bite flipped a hidden switch deep in his wiring. It was instinct and surrender, ancient and hardcoded, a failsafe written directly into his DNA. His heart slowed to match Titus’s heavy pulse, syncing like a metronome. The world quieted. His body quieted. All that remained was weight and breath and Titus. And it was…peace.

It only took about thirty seconds for Ridley to realize the scruffing had triggered something other than serenity…He was hard, aching, his cock throbbing where it was trapped against the mattress. This was also hardwired into his system. Submission, surrender, comfort in the form of sexual release. He bit down hard on his lip but he couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped or the way he canted his hips, rubbing his rapidly dampening ass against Titus’s now equally hard cock. 

When Titus released the skin pinched between his teeth, Ridley stayed as he was, frozen in surrender, waiting patiently for his alpha to use him. But Titus ignored the growing scent of arousal filling the room, his warm tongue licking softly over the wound he’d left behind. 

Ridley shivered, releasing a shuddery sigh, tilting his head in submission, presenting his throat as he canted his hips once more, letting his alpha know he was not only willing but wet and ready. 

“Good boy,” Titus whispered, taking the invitation to explore his neck, lips dragging over Ridley’s skin to lick over his swollen scent gland and the scar of his mating mark. “You’re so sweet for me like this. So pretty.” The alpha’s words tore a whimper from him, slick pooling in his underwear. “Just stay like this. Be good. Just breathe.” 

Ridley’s head was swimming, drunk on Titus’s pheromones, dark chocolate and strong coffee thick in the air, drowning out the sharp stench of Ridley’s former panic. “Alpha…” 

“Shh, baby,” Titus crooned, his own words sounding slurred, like even he wasn’t immune to what was happening between them. 

“Want you,” Ridley whined, circling his hips. 

It was the closest thing he could do to presenting for his alpha, pinned as he was. 

“You lost consciousness,” Titus managed, nosing behind Ridley’s ear as he rutted against him. 

It was like he was talking to himself than Ridley. Like he needed to convince himself not to do what their instincts demanded of them. 

Ridley didn’t care about any of that. He cared about Titus’s deep, drugging scent, he cared about being so full there was no room for the panic to well back up. “Please…” 

“Your nose was bleeding. You lost consciousness for an entire day,” Titus murmured, taking a fistful of Ridley’s hair but using it only to gently turn his head, sucking over his scent gland in a way that made him moan again. 

His nose had bled? 

He’d lost a whole day? 

Both of those thoughts were fleeting, secondary to the feel of Titus’s cock pressed against him, his mouth suckling at his mating mark in a way that made his cock throb. “Then fuck me gently,” he tried.

“We both know that won’t be enough for you,” Titus murmured, his words rolling over him like silk, the timbre of his voice tugging at something deep in Ridley’s core, making him leak onto the sheets as he ground his hips, desperate for friction. “You’re fucking insatiable. Never happy unless your being fucked through the mattress, stuffed so full its leaking from you.” 

Ridley whined again, fire licking through him. “If your not gonna fuck me, stop talking like that. Go get Diesel. I know he’ll fuck me the way I need.” 

Ridley screamed as Titus’s teeth sank into his mating mark, breaking open the skin, something warm and wet rolling down his neck. Blood or saliva, maybe both. Pleasure flooded through him, slick wetting his ass and the backs of his legs. He didn’t care. He wasn’t embarrassed. His alpha had snapped. He was yanking at their clothes, shoving them out of the way.  He was going to give him what he needed.

Titus’s heavy cock slid along the wetness between his cheeks, drawing another desperate whine from him. He arched his back more, trying to put it where he wanted it most. Titus growled a low warning, shaking him slightly with the teeth still buried in his skin. Ridley couldn’t stop the choked sound that escaped as Titus toyed with him, rubbing the crown of his cock over his rim, letting it catch but never pushing in. 

“Please…” 

“Please what?” he taunted as he released him to once more lap at the wound he left behind. 

Ridley choked out another frustrated sound, close to tears once more. “Fuck me, knot me. Don’t make me beg.” 

Titus’s chuckle shot straight to Ridley’s dick. “Why? I fucking love when you beg. The only time your not giving orders is when you’re begging for a fucking knot.” 

“That’s-hnf-” 

Titus buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Ridley’s eyes rolled back, pain and pleasure blurring into a sort of euphoria that knocked his brain offline. Titus didn’t wait for him to adjust. He caught his hand beneath one knee, forcing his leg further up the mattress so he could fuck into him slow and deep, grinding his hips until Ridley’s toes were curling and his fingers knotted in the blankets. 

Sensation rolled through him, thick and sweet as Titus picked up his pace, fucking the air from his lungs and the thoughts from his head. It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t the hard, driving rhythm he was used to from his mate. But it was enough to force Ridley up the mattress, only for his alpha to drag him back down onto his cock, like he was letting Ridley know there was no escaping this. 

Not that Ridley wanted to. He was drooling into the sheets, his leaking cock dragging deliciously over the fabric beneath him, setting fire to his nerve endings. Titus planted one hand on the mattress, the other still buried in Ridley’s hair, pinning him down, leaving him no choice but to lie there and take what he was given. 

“This better?” Titus snarled. “Did my cock make it all go away?” He snapped his hips faster with every word, letting him know this wasn’t a reward but a punishment. “Did you just need alpha to fuck you stupid? Get you so knot-drunk you couldn’t think of anything else?”

Ridley tried to talk but he couldn’t…He could only feel, his brain filled with nothing but static and bliss. It didn’t matter though. Titus wasn’t looking for an answer. 

“That’s it, strawberry,” he rasped. “Take your alpha like you’re made to.” 

Ridley opened his mouth but no words came. 

“You’re mine. Every wet, trembling inch of you.” Ridley shivered as if to prove his point. “You act like you hate me, but you beg for this cock like it’s your fucking lifeline.”

Ridley whimpered, helpless to deny it. “Please don’t stop…” 

Titus’s hips stuttered, his voice softening as he said, “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to keep begging me to stay.” 

Ridley's heart cracked open at his words. He wasn’t leaving him. He wasn’t. He was going to give him what he needed. Whatever Titus thought of Ridley. He always gave him what he needed. 

But just like that, Titus flipped the switch. “But I want to hear you tell me how good I make you feel, how nobody fucks you like I do.” 

His belly clenched at his words, aching for more.“Hnf.” 

“Fucking say it,” Titus snarled. 

“Yes,” Ridley sobbed. “Yes, okay…fuck…feels so—fuck—so fucking good. Nobody gets as—huh, hnf—deep as you do. It’s like I can feel you behind my fucking ribs,” he gasped. “Like my body isn’t even mine anymore. Alpha… s’my alpha…”

Ridley knew he wasn’t making any sense, but Titus didn’t seem to care. “Yours,” he grunted, “Just yours.” 

“Jus’ mine,” Ridley babbled, nodding along stupidly. “My alpha. My mate. So good. Feels s’fucking good.” 

“And you're mine. I don’t care how many times the others fuck you. I claimed you. I mated you. You belong to me. You know it. Your fucking body knows it, too.” 

Ridley sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Titus rutted deeper. “I can feel your hole clench every time I say it. ‘Mine.’ You like that, don’t you? You want everyone to know whose cock ruins you like this.” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Ridley chanted, too far gone to even care about the embarrassment that he knew would come later. “Breed me. Fuck your pups into me. Wanna feel you drip out of me for hours. Wanna smell like your cum for days.”

Titus’s hips fell off rhythm, but he recovered quickly. “Christ. You talk like such a needy whore even when you're not in heat. It’s like you won’t be happy until your belly is full.” Titus clamped his teeth around the shell of his ear hard enough to draw blood, dragging another low, throaty cry from him. “Is that what it is? Do you secretly want to be pupped? Huh, baby? A pretty little accident with your hair and my eyes?” 

Ridley cried out, his spine arching, his restraint snapping as his orgasm punched through him without warning, his seed soaking the mattress beneath him, slick leaking from around Titus’s cock still pounding into him. 

“Feel that?” Titus said, words dripping with satisfaction. “That mess is mine. I did that. My cock made you come untouched.”

Ridley choked on another desperate cry, riding the waves of his release, his orgasm dragging on and on. 

Titus huffed. “God, you're such a fucking slut,” he taunted, his words barely audible over the squelch of slick as Titus fucked his knot past Ridley’s puffy entrance, no longer interested in his pleasure, just his own release. “My pretty little slut. Soft. Open. All. Mine.”

Ridley gasped, pleasure ebbing as Titus continued to abuse his swollen prostate. 

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of the way your tight little cunt squeezes me every time I fuck into you…you were made for this. Literally born to hang off an alpha knot for life. A perfect fucking whore.” 

Ridley whined, every thrust now causing him to jolt in pain. “Hurts…” 

“Too bad,” Titus snapped. “You begged for it. Now you're gonna take it until I’m finished with you.” 

“Please…” Ridley begged, shaking from the pain even as he pushed back, trying to take him deeper. 

“You’re begging, but your hips haven’t stopped,” Titus grunted. “I wish you could see how your needy little body begs for this abuse.”

“Please,” he sobbed again, nerves raw. “Knot me already. Fill me up. Do it. Mark me from the inside out. Let them all know who I belong to.” 

“I’m gonna give you what you need,” Titus growled. “But I want to hear you say it again. Say who you belong to. I want to hear you say it’s my knot that’s keeping you together.”

Ridley nodded, words catching. “It’s you. I’m yours. I’m yours. Please…just give it to me. I need it. Need you. I’ve been good. I’m good…I’m-” 

Titus came with a sound that was more animal than human, bullying his knot past Ridley’s abused rim one last time before it caught. He didn’t stop moving though, just ground his hips into Ridley’s ass, his swelling knot badgering that abused bundle of nerves. He came untouched a second time, his barely there release adding to the sticky mess beneath him. 

Titus collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, burying his face in Ridley’s neck. Every twitch of Titus’s knot was like sticking a fork in a light socket, lighting him up from the inside. 

“Am I too heavy?” Titus finally asked. 

“Uh-uh,” Ridley said, voice thick from his tears, his nose stuffy. “It’s nice. Can we…can we just stay like this a little longer? Like…” He closed his eyes. “Like even after your knot goes down can you just…stay inside me?” 

Ridley waited to hear words dripping with smug satisfaction. 

But instead, warm lips brushed his shoulder, his voice softer than Ridley had ever heard it. “Yeah, strawberry. Let’s just stay like this for a bit longer.” 

Ridley felt his lids growing heavier. “If I fall asleep…” he started, then let his words trail off. 

What was he gonna say? Don’t leave me? I’m afraid to be alone? I don’t want to have another dream about my sister who might be getting- 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ll make sure you don’t have any more bad dreams. I promise.” 

Ridley had no idea how he could make that promise with so much confidence…but he believed him. At least enough to let himself drift for a while. 

Titus’s tongue lapped at his skin, cleaning the bites he’d given him. Maybe Ridley imagined it, but he swore he heard him whisper ‘mine’ one more time. 

Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.