Knotted by Blood Chapter 5

Knotted by Blood

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

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🐾Chapter 5: The First Time🐾

Rowan stared blankly at the canvas in front of him, the still life arrangement on the table barely registering in his mind. The banana, apple, grapes, and orange sat perfectly illuminated under the studio lights, a simple exercise in form, texture, and colour. But that wasn't what his brush was painting.

His claws flexed against the wooden handle of the brush as his strokes took on a life of their own. His lines were bold and deliberate, shaping the familiar curves of something far more intimate. The soft, tapered tip of a cock. A sheath, textured and furred, detailed down to the faint ridge where it met the shaft. And the knot--thick and full, its surface smooth yet marked by faint veins.

Rowan swallowed hard, his throat dry as heat crept up the back of his neck. He couldn't stop his hand, couldn't stop the images in his head. Callum was everywhere. The feel of his brother's cock against his tongue, heavy and throbbing. The taste--salty, musky, uniquely Callum--still lingered on his lips every time he closed his eyes.

His thighs shifted as he sat, a low, shaky breath slipping from him. Gods, his scent, Rowan thought, his claws tightening around the brush. That thick, fucking overwhelming scent that fills my head every time I get near him. It wasn't just arousing--it was addictive. He'd buried his nose under Callum's balls last night like a feral dog, desperate for more, and now he couldn't think about anything else.

Rowan's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his strokes added depth and shadow to the painting. The head of the cock gleamed faintly in the imaginary light, precum dripping from the slit. His imagination was cruel and vivid, replaying the image of Callum's cock pulsing in his mouth, spilling hot, sticky ropes of cum down his throat.

Fuck, you're disgusting, Rowan scolded himself, but the thought only made him grip the brush tighter, his claws scraping the wood. You couldn't even keep it together last night. Licking it off the counter like a desperate little bitch. And now you're painting it like some lovesick idiot.

His thighs pressed together unconsciously, his jeans uncomfortably tight as his body betrayed him. He added the final touches to the knot, shading in the subtle veins that traced its surface. His hand trembled slightly, and he cursed under his breath.

"You've been busy, Mr Ashbourne," a voice said suddenly, snapping Rowan out of his trance. His ears flattened against his skull, his heart leaping into his throat as he turned to see Professor Marchand standing over him.

Rowan's stomach dropped as he followed the professor's gaze to the painting in front of him. His eyes widened in horror. It wasn't subtle. Callum's cock stared back at him in stark, mortifying detail.

"Uh, I--" Rowan stammered, his words catching in his throat as he tried to pull himself together.

Marchand tilted his head, his smirk widening as he folded his arms. "Interesting interpretation of the banana and apple," he said dryly, his tone laced with amusement. "Though I must admit, I'm not entirely sure how the grapes and orange fit in here. Perhaps it's missing... the balls and pubes?"

Rowan's cheeks burned furiously, his claws twitching as he scrambled to cover the canvas with his arms. "Shit--I mean, sorry, Professor! I wasn't--I didn't mean--"

Marchand chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Relax, Rowan. No need to apologise. It's technically excellent work. Frankly, one of the better renderings I've seen in my time here."

Rowan blinked, mortified, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I--I'll redo it," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"Nonsense," Marchand said, leaning back slightly as his tail swished behind him. "This is a fine piece of work. You should be proud. And whoever this... subject is, I daresay they must be quite the specimen."

Rowan's breath hitched, his ears flattening further.

Marchand chuckled again, shaking his head. "Perhaps you should consider bringing them in as a nude model for the class later this term. I'm sure they'd be very popular."

Rowan's jaw dropped, his stomach twisting violently as he stared at the professor. "No! I mean, no thank you, Professor. I--I'll just... I'll fix it."

Marchand raised an eyebrow, his smirk still firmly in place. "Suit yourself, Mr Ashbourne. But do try to keep your imagination under control during class, hmm?"

Rowan didn't wait for a response. As soon as the professor turned his back, he gathered his supplies, shoving the painting into his portfolio before practically fleeing the studio. His heart pounded as he stalked across campus, his mind racing.

You're a fucking idiot, Rowan thought bitterly. An obsessed, perverted little freak.

But even as shame churned in his gut, the memory of Callum's cock burned bright in his mind. I'm losing my fucking mind, he realised, his claws clenching tightly.

Callum's chest tightened as he jogged back into position, his golden eyes scanning the field almost absently. His brother had been in his head all day, and it was getting harder to ignore. The things they'd done--fuck, the things they'd done--had left him buzzing. And not just physically. The sex was insane, better than anything he'd ever had, even with Rowan's inexperience. But it was more than that. Rowan was... his. Callum could feel it in his bones. The bond between them had always been strong, but now it was something deeper, something raw and undeniable.

Callum adjusted his stance, the ball passing smoothly from hand to hand as the next play began. His teammates shouted calls, their voices blending into the background as Callum's mind wandered again. He thought about Rowan's flushed face, the way his lips had stretched around his cock, the trembling in his thighs as Callum had pushed him to the edge. Fuck, he's beautiful, Callum thought, his chest tightening further.

But it wasn't just the physical stuff. Rowan was sweet and shy, always overthinking, always holding himself back. Callum had spent their whole lives looking out for him, protecting him. And now... now he wanted to guide him in this too. Callum adjusted his stance, the ball passing smoothly from hand to hand as the next play began. His teammates shouted calls, their voices fading into the background as his mind drifted back to Rowan. He thought about the way Rowan had looked last night--flushed, trembling, his amber eyes wide and shining with need. Fuck, that face, Callum thought, his cock stirring in his rugby shorts. So fucking innocent, and I'm gonna ruin him.

The thought sent a jolt through him, and Callum couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips. He was going to take Rowan's virginity. No one else was ever going to touch his little brother, not like this. That hole is mine, Callum thought, his claws flexing slightly. I'm going to stretch him out, make him take every centimetre of me, knot him so tight he can't even think about anyone else. His chest tightened with a mix of possessiveness and arousal. I've protected him our whole lives, Callum reasoned, his breathing quickening slightly. No one else is going to treat him the way I will. No one else will be as gentle. As fucking careful. And no one else is going to make him feel as good as I will.

The idea of being the first--the only--to claim Rowan sent another wave of heat through him. He imagined the sounds Rowan would make, the way he'd gasp and curse as Callum worked him open, the way his body would clench around his cock. Gods, I'm gonna make him beg for it, Callum thought, his golden eyes narrowing as he let the fantasy take hold. Beg to take my knot. Fuck, I'll fill him so deep he'll feel me for days. He'll smell like me for weeks.

"ASHBOURNE! HEADS UP!"

Callum snapped out of his thoughts just as a teammate slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. He hit the turf with a grunt, his breath leaving him in a sharp exhale. "Earth to Callum," his teammate joked, offering a hand to help him up. "You're playing rugby, not daydreaming about your latest conquest."

Callum smirked, brushing himself off as he stood. "Trust me, they're worth it," he quipped, shaking the mud from his tail.

The whistle blew, signalling the end of practice. Callum jogged off the field, his tail flicking lazily behind him as his teammates bantered about post-game plans. The familiar scent of sweat and musk hit him as he stepped into the locker room, the sound of running water and half-hearted insults filling the space.

Callum pulled off his jersey, tossing it onto the bench, when a familiar voice cut through the chatter. "Yo, Callum." Callum glanced up to see Ethan, a tall golden retriever with a confident smirk, leaning casually against the lockers. His fur was damp with sweat, and his towel hung low on his hips, barely hiding anything. "You wanna swing by my place later?" Ethan asked, his voice low and suggestive. "Could use a quick round before I head out tonight."

Callum raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a half-smile. Ethan was smooth, and Callum knew from experience that the retriever could back it up. Normally, an offer like this would've been a no-brainer, but today... today, he felt nothing. "Nah," Callum said, shaking his head as he reached for his towel. "Got plans."

Ethan's ears perked, his grin faltering slightly. "Plans? Since when do you turn me down?"

Callum shrugged, wrapping the towel around his waist as he leaned back against the lockers. "Since now. Gotta get home. My brother needs me for something important."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his tail wagging slightly as he crossed his arms. "Your brother, huh? You spend a lot of time with him. People might start to talk."

Callum chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he grabbed his bag. "Let 'em. They don't know shit."

Ethan watched him go, his smirk returning as he muttered, "Your loss, Ashbourne."

Callum didn't look back, his thoughts already drifting to Rowan as he left the locker room.

Callum unlocked the door to their shared apartment, stepping inside with his usual easy confidence. The faint hum of music filtered from Rowan's room, and Callum smirked, imagining how his brother was probably overthinking everything--again.

"Yo, Row," Callum called, dropping his bag by the door. "You alive in there, or are you still hiding from me?"

Rowan appeared in the doorway moments later, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His fur was ruffled, and though his eyes flicked away from Callum's, there was a faint flush on his cheeks. "What do you want?" he muttered, though his tone was more resigned than defensive.

Callum grinned, stepping closer and towering over him slightly. "Just checking on my favourite little brother," he teased, reaching out to ruffle Rowan's head fur.

"Don't call me that," Rowan muttered, batting Callum's hand away. His tail swished behind him, betraying the faintest hint of a wag.

Callum flopped onto the couch, stretching out with a lazy smirk as he watched Rowan from the corner of his eye. "Have you been acting weird all day," he said casually. "What's going on in that naughty little head of yours?"

Rowan scoffed, his ears twitching. "Nothing," he said, though the heat in his voice was more embarrassment than anger.

Callum's smirk widened, and he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Oh yeah?" he said, his tone light and teasing. "Because you look like you're one good shove away from losing your shit."

"Fuck off, Callum," Rowan muttered, but his cheeks burned as he turned toward the kitchen.

Callum wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. He shot off the couch in one smooth motion, catching Rowan around the waist and pulling him into a playful headlock. "Gotcha!" Callum laughed, his arm flexing around Rowan's neck as the younger wolf squirmed.

"Cal, let me the fuck go!" Rowan growled, but the fight in his voice was half-hearted.

"Not until you tell me what's up," Callum teased, tightening his hold just enough to make Rowan wriggle. "Come on, Row. Don't make me wrestle it out of you."

Rowan huffed, his tail flicking against Callum's leg. "You're such a fucking asshole," he muttered, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"And yet, you love me anyway," Callum shot back, loosening his grip enough for Rowan to slip free.

Rowan shoved him, more out of habit than real frustration, and turned back toward the kitchen. "Seriously, Cal," he said, his voice softer but still laced with exasperation. "Can't you just leave it alone?"

Callum stepped closer, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "Nah," he said quietly. "Not when you're like this." Rowan's shoulders tensed, but he didn't pull away as Callum's hand rested on his arm. "Talk to me," Callum said, his voice low and coaxing. "What's got you so wound up?"

Rowan hesitated, his claws flexing against the counter. "I just... I can't stop thinking about..." He trailed off, his ears flicking back.

"About me?" Callum finished for him, his tone teasing but warm.

Rowan's breath hitched, and he turned just enough to glare at Callum. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered, but the fight in his voice was gone.

Callum leaned in, his golden eyes gleaming. "Make me."

Rowan glared up at Callum, his amber eyes flicking between defiance and something softer, something far more dangerous. Callum could feel the tension between them thickening, almost crackling in the air, and it sent a thrill racing through him.

"Come on, Row," Callum said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. He stepped closer, his body pressing just slightly into Rowan's space. "You've been thinking about me all day. Haven't you?"

Rowan's ears twitched, and his tail flicked sharply. "You're so full of yourself," he muttered, but he didn't move away.

Callum grinned, reaching out to gently tug at the hem of Rowan's shirt. "Can you blame me?" he teased, his golden eyes gleaming. "I mean, look at us. I'm a fucking catch. And you--" His gaze swept down Rowan's body before meeting his eyes again. "You can't keep your eyes off me."

"Shut up," Rowan muttered, his cheeks darkening.

Callum chuckled, leaning in closer until their noses were almost brushing. "You don't really want me to shut up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?"

Rowan's claws flexed against the counter behind him, his breathing quickening. "You're such a fucking prick," he muttered, but his voice was trembling, and he wasn't pushing Callum away.

Callum tilted his head, his smirk softening just slightly. "Maybe," he admitted. "But I'm your prick."

That was all it took. Rowan snapped. His claws shot out to grab Callum's shirt, yanking him forward as he pressed their mouths together in a heated, desperate kiss. Callum's eyes widened briefly in surprise before he melted into it, his hands coming up to cup Rowan's face as he deepened the kiss. Their lips moved hungrily against each other, teeth grazing and tongues tangling as the tension between them finally boiled over. Rowan moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching into Callum's as his claws tightened in his brother's shirt. His mind was racing, a chaotic mix of guilt and need, but his body didn't care. All that mattered was Callum--his heat, his scent, his touch.

Callum broke the kiss just long enough to smirk down at Rowan, his voice rough and teasing. "Knew you couldn't resist me."

"Fuck you," Rowan muttered, but the words were breathless, and he was already pulling Callum back in for another kiss. Callum let Rowan take the lead for a moment, enjoying the way his brother's hands roamed up under his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his abs. But then Callum's instincts kicked in, and he spun them around, pressing Rowan against the counter as he took control.

His hands slid down Rowan's sides, gripping his hips firmly as he ground their bodies together. Rowan gasped, his claws digging into Callum's shoulders as he felt the hard line of his brother's arousal pressing against his ass.

"See?" Callum murmured against Rowan's lips. "I knew you've been thinking about me all day."

Rowan didn't respond with words. Instead, he let out a low growl, pulling Callum even closer as their movements grew more frantic. The heat between them was building rapidly, and neither of them seemed willing--or able--to stop.

Callum's cock pressed firmly against Rowan's ass as they ground together, the friction sending sparks of heat through both of them. Rowan's breath came in sharp gasps, his claws gripping Callum's shoulders so tightly that he felt the muscle shift under his fingers. Fuck, he's so fucking hard. So fucking perfect.

Rowan's hips jerked involuntarily, meeting the slow grind of Callum's body. Every press of his cocks through their jeans sent a fresh jolt of arousal tearing through him, leaving him panting and desperate. Callum pulled back just enough to smirk down at Rowan, his golden eyes dark with hunger. "You're so fucking needy," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "I can feel you shaking, Row. You're gonna come in your pants if I keep this up, aren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up," Rowan snapped, but his voice cracked, and his hips betrayed him as they bucked against Callum's.

Callum chuckled, his lips brushing against Rowan's ear as his hands slid down to grip his ass, pulling their bodies even tighter together. "I don't think you want me to shut up," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "I think you want me to tell you how fucking good you feel. How much I love grinding my cock against your ass. How fucking desperate you look right now."

"Fuck, Callum," Rowan groaned, his head falling back against the cabinets as his claws scrabbled at his brother's back.

Callum grinned, his teeth grazing the sensitive edge of Rowan's ear. "There it is," he murmured, his hands roaming over Rowan's body with deliberate intent. "That's my good boy."

Rowan's stomach flipped, a shaky growl rising from his throat as Callum's words hit him like a punch to the gut. Fuck. Fuck. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. And I'm letting him.

Callum turned his brother back around, facing him once more. His hands found the hem of Rowan's shirt, tugging it up over his head and tossing it aside. His lips were on Rowan's chest in seconds, kissing, licking, and biting his way down to the taut muscles of his stomach. Rowan's claws dug into the counter behind him as his chest heaved, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his jeans. "You're a fucking asshole," he muttered, but the words were weak, and his hands were already moving to tangle in Callum's fur.

"Yeah, maybe" Callum said, his voice muffled against Rowan's skin. He sank to his knees, his hands gripping Rowan's thighs as he looked up at him with a wicked grin. "But let me show you how much I care."

Rowan's breath hitched as Callum's fingers deftly undid his belt, the sound of the zipper loud in the otherwise quiet apartment. His jeans slid down his legs, pooling around his ankles and leaving him exposed in nothing but a pair of designer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.

Callum's eyes locked onto the prominent bulge, his smirk widening as he reached out to palm Rowan's cock through the thin fabric. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with praise. "Fucking leaking for me already. God, you're so fucking hot like this."

Rowan cursed under his breath, his claws flexing against the counter as his hips jerked into Callum's touch. His mind was a chaotic mess of arousal and shame, but his body refused to stop, refused to let him pull away. Fuck. He's mine. I'm his. This is all I fucking want.

Callum leaned in, his nose brushing against the damp spot forming at the tip of Rowan's briefs. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his brother's arousal hitting him like a drug. "Fuck, Row," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You smell so fucking good. Better than anything I've ever had."

Rowan's knees nearly buckled as Callum's tongue darted out, teasing the outline of his cock through the fabric. His claws scrabbled for purchase on the counter, his voice breaking as he gasped, "Callum, fuck--don't stop."

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Callum said with a wicked grin, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Rowan's briefs, pulling them down slowly, teasingly. The waistband slid over Rowan's sheath first, exposing the soft, cream-coloured fur that framed it. As the fabric tugged lower, his cock began to emerge fully--a tapered shaft with a flushed, reddish-pink hue that stood out vividly against his pale fur. The tip glistened with precum, a bead forming and threatening to drip as the cool air hit it.

Rowan's balls followed, full and slightly furry, hanging snugly beneath his sheath. The faint, musky scent of him filled the space between them, sharper now with the heat of his arousal. It was a scent Callum knew well--familiar yet intoxicating, uniquely Rowan.

"Fuck, Row," Callum groaned, his voice rough as he took in the sight before him. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws flexing against the counter as he watched Callum's golden eyes rake over him, lingering on his cock. A fresh surge of arousal hit him as Callum leaned in, his nose brushing against the base of Rowan's shaft, right where it met his sheath. Callum inhaled deeply, letting the heady mix of Rowan's musk and precum flood his senses. "Gods, you smell so fucking good," he murmured, his voice muffled against Rowan's skin. "Better than anyone I've ever been with."

Rowan cursed under his breath, his hips jerking involuntarily as Callum's tongue flicked out, swiping a slow, deliberate line from his sheath to the dripping tip of his cock. The warm, wet sensation sent a shudder through him, and he groaned, his voice breaking. "Fuck, Callum. Don't stop."

Callum's smirk widened as he wrapped a hand around the base of Rowan's shaft, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of his sheath. "Not a chance," he said, his tone dripping with promise.

He leaned in again, his tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum on the tip of Rowan's cock. The taste was salty and sharp, and it sent a thrill through Callum's body. "Fuck, you're delicious," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

Rowan's claws dug into the counter as Callum's lips closed around him, taking the head of his cock into the heat of his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming--wet, warm, and utterly consuming--and Rowan couldn't stop the broken moan that tore from his throat. "Shit," Rowan gasped, his chest heaving as Callum's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. "Fuck, Cal--fuck, that feels so fucking good."

Callum hummed in response, the vibration sending another jolt through Rowan's trembling body. His hand slid lower, cupping Rowan's balls and rolling them gently in his palm, drawing another shaky moan from his brother.

"You're so fucking sensitive," Callum murmured, pulling back just enough to let his breath brush against Rowan's glistening shaft. "I love it."

Rowan's knees wobbled, and he braced himself against the counter, his mind a chaotic mess of pleasure and disbelief. This is happening. He's mine. I'm fucking his mouth, and it's everything I've ever fucking wanted. Callum's mouth worked Rowan's cock with practiced ease, his tongue flicking and swirling around the tapered tip before sliding down to take him deeper. Rowan's breath hitched, his claws flexing hard against the counter as Callum's lips sealed around him, drawing him into a tight, wet heat that felt almost too good to be real. Fucking hell, he's so good at this, Rowan thought, his mind spinning as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Of course, he's good at this. He's probably sucked off half the damn campus. The thought made him bristle with jealousy, but it was quickly drowned out by a sharp gasp as Callum's tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his shaft.

Callum's hand stroked the base of Rowan's cock, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of his sheath, while his other hand gently cradled Rowan's balls. His touch was confident, deliberate, and Rowan couldn't stop the broken moans that spilled from his lips. "Fuck, Callum," he groaned, his head falling back as his hips jerked forward. "Goddamn it, you're gonna make me fucking lose it."

Callum pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, his lips glistening. "That's the plan, little brother," he said, his voice rough with amusement. Rowan's cock twitched in response, another bead of precum leaking from the tip. Callum licked it up eagerly, his golden eyes never leaving his twin's face. "You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his tongue sliding over the sensitive head again. "I could do this all fucking day."

"Shit," Rowan gasped, his claws scraping against the counter as his knees wobbled. "Fuck, Callum, I'm--"

Callum didn't let him finish. He took Rowan's cock back into his mouth, sucking harder, his hand stroking in perfect rhythm. Rowan's body trembled as the pressure built, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Cal, fuck, I'm gonna--"

Rowan's warning dissolved into a ragged cry as his orgasm hit, his cock throbbing violently in Callum's mouth. Thick ropes of cum spilled onto Callum's tongue, salty and warm, and Rowan could barely keep himself upright as the pleasure consumed him. Callum didn't falter, swallowing greedily as his hand squeezed gently at the base of Rowan's knot, coaxing every last spurt from him. The taste was intoxicating, and he groaned softly around Rowan's cock, his own arousal throbbing insistently in his jeans.

"Goddamn," Callum muttered as he finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at Rowan. "You're so fucking tasty."

Rowan's chest heaved, his claws still braced against the counter as he stared down at Callum. His face was flushed, his fur damp with sweat, and his cock twitched weakly as the last aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him.

"Anything for you, Cal," Rowan said breathlessly, his voice shaky but firm.

Callum grinned, his hand brushing gently over Rowan's thigh. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice warm and full of praise. Rowan's tail wagged slightly at the words, his body still trembling as he tried to catch his breath.

Callum rose to his feet, his own arousal impossible to ignore as it strained against the front of his jeans. "Your turn," he said with a smirk, his hands moving to his belt. Rowan knelt in front of Callum, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at his brother. Callum's cock was already out, standing thick and proud, the pink shaft glistening faintly in the dim light of the room. The musky scent of Callum's arousal filled Rowan's nose, sharp and intoxicating, and his mouth watered as he leaned in. "Go on, little brother," Callum said, his golden eyes gleaming with heat and encouragement. "Show me how much you want it."

Rowan's claws flexed against Callum's thighs as he wrapped his lips tentatively around the tip of his brother's cock. The taste hit him immediately--salty, musky, undeniably Callum--and he let out a soft moan, his tongue swirling hesitantly over the head.

"That's it," Callum murmured, his voice low and throaty. His hand came down to rest lightly on the back of Rowan's head. "Fuck, Row, you look so good like this. So eager to please." Rowan's cheeks burned, but the praise sent a thrill racing through him. He slid his lips further down, taking more of Callum's cock into his mouth. The weight of it on his tongue felt incredible, and he couldn't help but moan again as he worked his way down.

But then it happened. His teeth scraped against the sensitive underside, and Callum hissed softly, his hips jerking slightly. "Easy, Row," Callum said, his voice gentle but firm. "Watch the teeth, yeah? Try to open your mouth a bit wider."

"Sorry," Rowan mumbled, pulling back slightly. His ears flattened, and a pang of guilt twisted in his chest. Fuck, I'm such an idiot. He's not gonna want me to do this again if I keep screwing it up. He just taught me how to do it right yesterday and I'm doing it wrong again.

Callum's hand slid up to cup Rowan's cheek, tilting his face up so their eyes met. "Hey," he said, his voice softening. "You're doing great, okay? Just relax and take your time. No rush."

Rowan swallowed hard, nodding as he took a deep breath. He's being so fucking patient with me. I can't screw this up.

Determined, Rowan leaned in again, his tongue darting out to trace the vein along the underside of Callum's shaft. He lapped at the head, swirling his tongue over the slit before sliding his lips back down. This time, he opened his mouth wider, focusing on keeping his teeth out of the way.

"That's my boy," Callum groaned, his head falling back slightly as Rowan found his rhythm. "Fuck, that's so much better. You're a natural, Row. God, you're gonna make me cum so hard."

Rowan's chest swelled at the praise, and he pushed himself further, taking Callum deeper into his mouth. His throat tightened as the head of Callum's cock brushed the back, and he gagged slightly before pulling back.

"Shit, sorry," Rowan rasped, his voice shaky.

"Don't apologise," Callum said, his hand stroking through Rowan's fur soothingly. "You're still new at this, Row. You're doing great." His smirk widened, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. "And don't worry--I'll make sure you get plenty of practice. Every day if necessary. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a fucking champion dick-sucker. You'll know every centimetre of my cock like the back of your hand."

Rowan's cheeks flushed, his ears twitching as Callum's words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through him. Fuck, he thought, the idea of practising with Callum sending a thrill straight to his groin. I want that. I want to make him proud. Make him need me./p>

Rowan nodded again, his determination renewed. He leaned in, relaxing his throat as he took Callum back into his mouth. This time, he focused on his breathing, his tongue working along the underside as he slid further down.

"Fuck, that's it," Callum groaned, his hips rocking slightly. "You're doing so fucking good, Row. Look at you, taking your big brother's cock like a fucking pro."

The words sent a rush of heat through Rowan, and he moaned around Callum's shaft, the vibrations drawing a shudder from his brother. I'm doing it. I'm fucking doing it.

Callum's cock throbbed against Rowan's tongue, and his grip on the back of Rowan's head tightened slightly. "Fuck, Row, keep going. Just like that. Gods, you feel so fucking good."

Rowan's confidence soared, and he pushed himself further, his lips stretching around the thick base of Callum's cock. His jaw ached, his throat burned, but he didn't care. All that mattered was making Callum feel good. The young wolf's lips stretched wider as he worked his way back down Callum's shaft, his tongue gliding over every ridge and vein with growing confidence. The heat of Callum's cock filled his mouth, and he moaned softly, his claws flexing against his brother's thighs. The musky, salty taste of him was overwhelming, and Rowan felt his own cock twitch in his briefs as he lost himself in the act.

"That's it, Row," Callum groaned, his hand resting heavily on the back of Rowan's head. "Fuck, you're getting better already. So eager. So fucking perfect." The praise sent a rush of pride and arousal through Rowan, and he hummed around Callum's cock, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from his brother. He adjusted his angle, letting the head of Callum's cock nudge the back of his throat. This time, he relaxed and focused on his breathing, just like Callum had said. "Holy shit," Callum hissed, his hips jerking slightly as Rowan took him deeper. "You're fucking taking me, Row. That's it--fuck, that's so good."

Rowan's chest swelled at the words, and he pushed himself further, his nose brushing against the base of Callum's cock. The fur of Callum's sheath tickled his skin, and the musky scent of him filled Rowan's lungs, making his head spin. I'm doing it. I'm actually fucking doing it, Rowan thought, the mix of Callum's taste, scent, and praise sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him.

Callum's claws flexed gently against Rowan's fur as he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Fuck, Row, you're incredible. You're gonna make me fucking blow." Rowan's heart pounded at the words, and he redoubled his efforts, his lips sliding up and down Callum's shaft in a steady rhythm. His tongue pressed against the underside, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and Callum's thighs trembled beneath his hands. Godsdamn it, Row," Callum growled, his voice breaking slightly. "You're gonna ruin me for anyone else. Fuck, you're so good at this. So fucking good."

The heat in Callum's voice spurred Rowan on, and he tightened his grip on Callum's thighs as he worked him with everything he had. His jaw ached, his throat burned, but the way Callum moaned and cursed above him made it all worth it. "Shit, Row," Callum gasped, his hips rocking against Rowan's mouth. "I'm close--fuck, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard."

Rowan moaned around Callum's cock, the vibrations sending another shudder through his brother. He could feel the way Callum's cock throbbed against his tongue, the way his knot was swelling slightly at the base. Callum's hips jerked reflexively as Rowan worked him over, his cock throbbing almost painfully. The younger wolf was clumsy but determined, his enthusiasm more than making up for his inexperience. Every wet glide of his lips, every teasing flick of his tongue sent Callum closer to the edge, but he wasn't ready to lose it--not yet.

"Shit, Row," Callum groaned, his claws flexing against Rowan's fur. "You're so fucking good. Too good. But we're not finishing this here."

Rowan's amber eyes flicked up to meet Callum's, his lips still wrapped snugly around the shaft. His brows furrowed slightly, confusion and a flicker of apprehension crossing his flushed face.

Callum chuckled, his voice low and breathless as he gently pulled Rowan back, his cock slipping from those warm, eager lips with a wet pop. "Don't look at me like that," Callum murmured, brushing his thumb over Rowan's cheek. "I just have plans for you, little brother. Big fucking plans."

Rowan's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his lips glistening and his face flushed. The scent of Callum's arousal was heavy in the air, mingling with Rowan's own, and it left him dizzy. "Plans?" he rasped, his voice rough.

Callum's smirk turned wicked, his golden eyes gleaming as he helped Rowan to his feet. "Yeah," he said, his voice dripping with intent. "Because the first time I cum tonight, it's gonna be inside your asshole."

Rowan froze, his breath catching in his throat as Callum's words settled over him. His claws flexed nervously, and he took a shaky step back, his gaze darting away. "Callum, I... I don't think..." Rowan's voice faltered, his chest tightening as a wave of fear and uncertainty crashed over him. "That's--fuck, that's a boundary, isn't it? That's too far."

Callum's smirk softened into something more reassuring, and he reached out to gently cup Rowan's face, tilting his chin up so their eyes met. "Hey," he said softly. "I get it. It's a big step. But I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll go slow. I'll make it good for you."

Rowan's stomach twisted, his claws scraping against his thighs as he tried to steady himself. His body was traitorous, aching for Callum's touch even as his mind screamed at him to stop. "It's not that simple, Callum," he muttered, his voice shaky. "You don't get it."

"Then help me get it," Callum said, his voice gentle but insistent. "Talk to me, Row. Tell me what you're thinking."

Rowan swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between Callum's earnest expression and the floor. "I'm scared, okay?" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared that if we do this, there's no going back. That it'll change everything."

Callum's hand slid to Rowan's shoulder, squeezing gently. "It will change everything," he said honestly. "But maybe that's not such a bad thing."

Rowan's eyes darted back to Callum's, his chest tightening at the raw honesty in his brother's gaze. His stomach churned with a mix of fear and longing, the weight of his conflicting emotions threatening to crush him. "Fuck," Rowan muttered, running a clawed hand through his fur. "I don't know, Cal. I just... I don't know if I can."

Callum leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against Rowan's forehead. "You don't have to decide right now," he murmured. "But just know this--I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours, no matter what."

Callum's words hung in the air, thick with intent, but Rowan's stomach twisted violently. He stumbled back another step, his claws flexing at his sides as his breath came faster, his chest tightening. "This is... fuck, this is too much," Rowan stammered, his voice cracking. His amber eyes darted away from Callum's, unable to meet his brother's unwavering gaze. "What kind of fucking person does this? Gives up his ass to his own brother?"

Callum blinked, his smirk fading as he took in Rowan's trembling form. "Row," he said softly, taking a step forward, but Rowan held up a shaky hand to stop him.

"No," Rowan snapped, his voice rising as his fear bled into anger. "I've already crossed so many fucking lines. I've kissed you. I've let you... I've swallowed your fucking cum, Callum!" His voice cracked, his claws scraping against the counter as he struggled to hold himself together. "And now you want to... to breed me?"

Callum's cock twitched at the word, the knot at the base throbbing as his arousal spiked. His golden eyes darkened, and he couldn't stop the low growl that rumbled in his throat. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice rough and unapologetic. "I want to fuck you, Rowan. Knot you. Fill you. Make you mine."

Rowan let out a strangled sound, his ears flattening as he shook his head furiously. "You're so fucking insane," he muttered, his voice trembling. "How the fuck am I supposed to look Mum and Dad in the eye after this? Knowing I've got their firstborn's seed inside me?"

The words hit Callum like a punch to the gut, but instead of shame, they only stoked the fire burning in his chest. His cock throbbed against his jeans, the ache of his swollen knot driving him closer to the edge. "What difference does it make?" Callum growled, stepping closer. "You already sucked my cock. Swallowed my cum. What's the fucking difference if I blow my load down your throat or inside your tight little ass?"

Rowan flinched, his claws flexing against the counter as his chest heaved. He couldn't answer, couldn't look Callum in the eye as the weight of his brother's words crashed over him. His mind raced, chaotic and tangled, with guilt, shame, and a bone-deep yearning he couldn't shake.

"Maybe..." Rowan's voice broke, and he took another shaky step back. "Maybe we shouldn't live together anymore." His words were a whisper, barely audible, but they cut through Callum like a knife.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Callum snapped, his voice sharp and raw.

"It's too much," Rowan said, his breaths coming faster, each one more ragged than the last. "You... me... all of this. It's too fucking much."

Callum's hands balled into fists at his sides, his chest heaving as he watched Rowan start to unravel. "Are you fucking telling me," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "after everything we've done, everything you've begged me for, that you don't want to have sex with me?"

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws scraping against the counter as he struggled to speak. His vision blurred, his lungs tightening as panic set in. "I can't... I can't fucking do this," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

"Rowan," Callum said firmly, his hands moving to grab his brother's shoulders. "Hey. Look at me."

But Rowan couldn't. His ears flattened, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as he tried to pull away. "I can't," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I fucking can't." Callum's words were still hanging in the air like a heavy storm cloud, and Rowan felt like he was suffocating. What the fuck am I doing? His thoughts were racing, spiraling out of control. He's my brother. My fucking brother. What kind of sick, twisted freak craves their brother's knot?

The kitchen felt unbearably small, the scent of their shared arousal thick in the air. Rowan's stomach churned as shame twisted inside him, knotting itself so tightly that he could hardly breathe. I'm disgusting. Fucking disgusting. How can I let this happen? Rowan's claws scraped against the edge of the counter as his breathing grew faster, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven jerks. His ears pinned flat against his head as another thought struck him like a punch to the gut. Mum. Dad. How the fuck do I even look them in the eye after this? Knowing I've got their golden boy's seed inside me?

Callum watched him carefully, his usual smirk completely gone, concern etched across his face. He could see Rowan spiraling, the panic building until it threatened to snap something fragile inside him. "Row," Callum said, his voice low but firm.

Rowan didn't respond, his breaths coming faster as his claws curled into fists.

"Rowan," Callum said again, sharper this time, his tone commanding enough to cut through the chaos. "Look at me." Rowan froze, his amber eyes flicking to Callum's, wide and shimmering with panic.

"Kneel," Callum said, his voice steady and unwavering.

Rowan hesitated for only a second before his knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, his body obeying on instinct. He knelt there in the middle of the kitchen, trembling slightly as his hands braced against his thighs.

"Good boy," Callum murmured, stepping closer and crouching in front of him. His hands cupped Rowan's face, tilting it upward until their eyes locked. "Breathe, Row. Slow, deep breaths. You're okay."

Rowan swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he tried to match the steady rise and fall of Callum's breathing. "Listen to me," Callum said, his voice calm but commanding. "Rowan Ashbourne, I know you love me. I know you want this. You've dreamed about this--about me--claiming you as my own. Don't pretend otherwise."

Rowan's mind whirled, torn between the undeniable truth of Callum's words and the overwhelming fear twisting in his chest. "You've been dreaming about this moment for years," Callum continued, his thumb brushing lightly over Rowan's cheek. "Well, today is the day, little brother. Today, you're losing your virginity to your big brother who loves you more than anything in this world."

Rowan's claws twitched against his thighs, his breaths shallow as Callum's words washed over him. "You don't have to be afraid," Callum said softly, his tone warm but insistent. "I'll take care of you. I'll guide you. I'll make it good for you--better than anything you've ever imagined. Just let yourself go."

Callum leaned in, his lips capturing Rowan's in a slow, deliberate kiss. The heat of it sank into Rowan's trembling body, melting the tension in his shoulders as his breaths began to slow.

When Callum finally pulled back, Rowan's eyes stayed closed, his lips slightly parted as his chest rose and fell in steady rhythm. He remained frozen for a moment, his breaths shallow but evening out slowly, the chaos in his mind beginning to settle.

Callum didn't say anything at first. He just stayed close, one hand gently rubbing the top of Rowan's head, his claws raking soothingly through his fur. The repetitive motion was grounding, pulling Rowan back from the edge of his panic. The kitchen was silent except for their breathing, but the scent of Callum lingered in the air--strong and musky, thick with arousal. It wrapped around Rowan like a blanket, sharp and intoxicating, making his nose twitch instinctively. It's him, Rowan thought hazily, his chest tightening in a different way now. He's hard. He's throbbing like that because of me. I'm the one who's got him like this.

The thought sent a jolt through him, something hot and possessive curling deep in his belly. The weight of Callum's cock pressed against his jeans, his knot swollen and aching, and Rowan knew it was all for him. He's waiting for me. He wants me.

Callum's hand moved to cup the back of Rowan's neck, his thumb brushing over the short fur there as he leaned in close. "Breathe, Row," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Just breathe. I've got you." Rowan exhaled shakily, his shoulders relaxing under Callum's touch. He let the tension bleed out of him as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with Callum's scent. It was grounding, comforting in a way he couldn't put into words.

When Rowan finally opened his eyes, they were steady, filled with a quiet determination that hadn't been there before. "Okay," he whispered, his voice soft but steady. He met Callum's gaze, his amber eyes glimmering with emotion. "I trust you, Callum. I... I love you so fucking much." His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice thick with sincerity. "If you say it's going to be okay, I'll trust you to make it okay." A faint, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. "You're right. I've wanted this for as long as I can fucking remember. Please... take me."

Callum's chest swelled with pride, and he smiled wide. "That's my good boy," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of fur from Rowan's face. "You're mine, Row. And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it." Callum's tail wagged slightly behind him, the genuine smile on his face lighting up his golden eyes. "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Row," he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of emotion. "To hear you say that. To know you want me like this."

Rowan's cheeks flushed, his claws flexing slightly against his thighs. He swallowed hard, his expression serious despite the warmth of Callum's words. "I do want you," he said, his voice low but firm. "I've wanted you for so fucking long, Cal. I... I crave your cock inside me." Callum's cock twitched at Rowan's confession, the sheer need in his brother's voice making his knot throb almost painfully. "But," Rowan continued, his ears flattening slightly, "I'm scared. I've only ever used toys, and... and nothing as big as you. I've never... I've never taken a knot before."

Callum's face softened, and he leaned in to press a reassuring kiss to Rowan's forehead. "I know," he murmured, his tone warm and understanding. "I've seen your toys before."

Rowan's head snapped up, his amber eyes wide and his face burning red. "What?!" he sputtered, his ears pinning flat against his head. "How the fuck--"

Callum chuckled, shrugging casually. "I went snooping in your room one day," he admitted, completely unbothered. "I was bored, and your door wasn't locked. What can I say? I got curious."

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Rowan's mind spiraled, his stomach twisting violently as images of his drawer--and everything inside it--flashed through his mind. The toys, the lube, the fucking notebook with... Oh my god. Did he see that too? Fuck, what else could he have found? "You nosy fucking bastard," Rowan muttered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. He buried his face in his hands, groaning softly.

Did he see the condoms I bought that I never used? Or the goddamn porn stash on my laptop? Fucking hell, Callum probably knows everything now. Does he know I've pawed off to the thought of him?

"Relax," Callum said, his grin widening. "It's not like I didn't already know you're a kinky little shit. But seeing what you had tucked away? Yeah, it gave me ideas."

Rowan peeked at him from between his fingers, his cheeks still blazing. Ideas? Oh, fuck. What kind of ideas? How much did he actually see? Does he know I've been fantasising about him for years?

Callum's golden eyes gleamed with mischief, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against Rowan's ear. "Like how I can blow your mind even better than those toys ever could."

Rowan's breath hitched, his tail curling slightly at Callum's words. Godsdamn it, I hate how fucking good he is at this.

"You're such a fucking asshole," Rowan muttered, but there was no heat in his voice, just the faint tremor of arousal.

Callum leaned in, brushing his lips against Rowan's ear. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, teasing growl. "But like I said, I'm your asshole."

Callum's teasing words lingered, the air between them thick with tension. Rowan's heart pounded in his chest, a wild drumbeat that seemed to echo in his ears. His claws flexed against his thighs as he tried to steady himself, but the heat in Callum's gaze was relentless, like a magnet pulling him closer. Callum leaned back slightly, his smirk softening as he traced a clawed finger down Rowan's cheek. "Don't look so embarrassed, Row," he murmured, his voice low but warm. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, I'm impressed."

Rowan huffed, his ears flicking nervously. "Impressed? By what?" he muttered, his voice tinged with defiance. "The fact that I'm a fucking pervert?"

Callum's smirk widened, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "No," he said simply. "Impressed by how much you want me. How much you've always wanted me. You don't just think about me, Row--you crave me. And fuck if that doesn't turn me on."

Rowan's breath caught in his throat, his cheeks burning as Callum's words sank in. He's right. Fucking hell, he's right. I've wanted him for so long. I've thought about this--about him--every damn night for years. And now it's happening. He knows everything, and he's still here.

Callum's fingers slid lower, brushing lightly against Rowan's throat. "You've got nothing to be afraid of," he said softly. "I'll take care of you, Row. I'll make it so good for you. Better than anything you've ever dreamed of."

Rowan's stomach twisted, his arousal warring with the lingering threads of doubt and fear that clung to him like cobwebs. "I just..." He swallowed hard, his claws curling into fists against his thighs. "I've never done this before, Cal. Not with anyone."

Callum's expression softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Rowan's forehead. "I know," he murmured, his voice full of warmth and reassurance. "And that just makes it even more special. You deserve to be treated right for your first time, Row. And there's no one better to give you that than me."

Rowan's chest tightened, his claws twitching as he searched Callum's gaze for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But all he found was confidence, unwavering and steady, like a lifeline pulling him out of the storm. "Okay," Rowan whispered, his voice trembling but sure. He swallowed hard, his amber eyes shining with emotion as he met Callum's gaze. "Okay. Just... be gentle. Please."

Callum's smile softened, and he leaned in to capture Rowan's lips in a slow, tender kiss. "Always, little brother," he murmured against Rowan's mouth. "Always."

Callum's grin turned wicked as he straightened, his golden eyes locked on Rowan. Before Rowan could process what was happening, Callum swooped him up effortlessly, tossing him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.

"Cal!" Rowan yelped, his claws scrabbling against Callum's back. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Callum chuckled, the sound low and teasing as he strode confidently toward his room. "Taking you to my den," he said, his tone dripping with intent. "Where you belong."

Rowan squirmed, his face burning as Callum carried him through the hallway. "Why your room? It's fucking messy in there. And it smells."

Callum smirked, giving Rowan's ass a playful smack that made the younger wolf squeak. "Exactly," he said. "It smells like me. And by the time I'm done with you, so will you. Fully marked. Inside and out."

Rowan groaned, burying his face in his hands as Callum kicked open his bedroom door. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the unmistakable musk of Callum's scent. Callum didn't bother with finesse. He tossed Rowan onto the bed with a casual strength, making the smaller wolf bounce slightly on the rumpled sheets. Rowan propped himself up on his elbows, glaring half-heartedly at Callum as his ears twitched. "You're such an asshole," he muttered, though there was no heat in his voice.

Callum grinned, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief as he loomed over Rowan. "And you love me for it," he teased, his claws tugging at the hem of his shirt before peeling it off and tossing it aside.

Rowan's gaze flicked over Callum's exposed chest, his breath hitching as his brother's toned muscles flexed with each movement. "Time to stop stalling, little brother," Callum said, his voice taking on a commanding edge. He stepped closer, his smirk sharpening as he gestured toward the bed. "Get on all fours. Present yourself to your big brother."

Rowan's cheeks burned, his ears flattening as a nervous thrill shot through him. "Cal, I--"

"No excuses," Callum cut him off, his tone firm but playful. "I'm dining on virgin hole tonight, and you're the fucking main course." Rowan swallowed hard, his claws curling into the sheets as he felt the weight of Callum's words settle over him. His body trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation, but his arousal was undeniable, his cock twitching against his belly. "Move, Row," Callum said, his voice a low growl. "Don't make me ask again."

Rowan's claws trembled as they dug into the sheets, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is really happening. He's going to... His thoughts cut off as a wave of heat surged through him, his body betraying him with a twitch of his cock and a throb of need that made his tail flick nervously.

Callum stepped closer, his golden eyes locked on Rowan like a predator stalking prey. "Good boy," he rumbled, his voice dripping with approval as Rowan shifted hesitantly onto his hands and knees. "That's it. Show me how much you want this."

Gods, I hate how fucking good it feels when he calls me that, Rowan thought, his face burning as he arched his back slightly, his tail rising instinctively. The cool air of the room brushed over his exposed furry asshole, and his blush deepened as he felt just how soaked his cock had become, a bead of precum dripping onto the sheets below him.

Callum's gaze swept over Rowan's body, lingering on the curve of his ass and the faint glimpse of his tailhole beneath his raised tail. His cock throbbed painfully, his knot swollen and aching with anticipation. Fuck, he looks so perfect like this. Ready for me. Made for me. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," Callum said, his voice a low growl as he climbed onto the bed behind Rowan. His claws grazed lightly over Rowan's hips, his touch teasing but firm. "All spread out. Submissive. Fucking begging for me."

"I'm not begging," Rowan muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Callum chuckled darkly, his claws sliding lower to trace over the base of Rowan's tail. "Not yet," he murmured. "But you will be."

Rowan's breath hitched as Callum's fingers trailed lower, brushing lightly over the sensitive ring of muscle beneath his tail. His claws scraped against the sheets, his mind a chaotic mess of fear and arousal. Holy fuck, this is real. He's touching me there. He's really fucking touching me there.

"Relax, Row," Callum murmured, his voice softening as he leaned down to press a kiss to the small of Rowan's back. "I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Rowan swallowed hard, his tail twitching nervously. "I know," he whispered, his voice shaky but trusting.

Callum smirked, his claws gently kneading the soft fur of Rowan's ass. "Good boy," he said again, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He leaned in, his nose brushing against Rowan's tailhole as he inhaled deeply. The musky scent of Rowan's arousal hit him like a drug, making his cock throb even harder.

"Fuck, Row," Callum groaned, his voice muffled as he pressed his tongue against the tight ring of muscle. "You smell so fucking good."

Rowan gasped, his claws curling into the sheets as Callum's tongue lapped over him, warm and rough and utterly overwhelming. "Shit, Callum," he moaned, his voice breaking as his hips bucked slightly. "Fuck, that feels so..."

"So good?" Callum finished for him, his smirk audible as he delved deeper, his tongue swirling and teasing. "Yeah, I know. Just wait, baby brother. I'm only getting started."

Godsdamn it, Rowan thought, his mind spinning as Callum's tongue worked him open with slow, deliberate strokes. How is this so fucking good? How the hell am I already this close to losing it?

Callum pulled back just enough to growl against Rowan's skin, his claws digging lightly into his hips. "I can taste how much you want me," he said, his voice rough and full of heat. "You're so fucking wet for me, Row. So perfect."

Rowan's cheeks burned, his tail flicking as a low whine escaped his throat. "Shut up," he muttered, though the breathlessness in his voice made it clear he wasn't fooling anyone.

Callum chuckled, his tongue flicking over Rowan's sensitive entrance one last time before pulling back. "Not a chance," he said, his tone smug and teasing. "I'm just getting started, Row. You're mine tonight, and I'm gonna make damn sure you know it." Callum's breath was hot against Rowan's slick entrance as he growled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shivers up Rowan's spine. His tongue pressed back against the tight ring of muscle, firmer now, as if claiming every inch of him. The wet sounds of Callum's mouth working him over filled the room, mingling with Rowan's shallow breaths and soft whimpers.

This shouldn't feel this fucking good, Rowan thought, his claws scraping uselessly at the sheets. His cock twitched beneath him, dripping steadily onto the bed. Every swipe of Callum's tongue, every deliberate circle, sent shockwaves through his body, tightening the knot of heat in his belly. Fuck, he's not just good at this. He's incredible. He's fucking ruining me.

"Relax for me, Row," Callum murmured between strokes, his voice rough and teasing. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect. I'm gonna make you feel so godsdamn good."

Rowan let out a shaky moan, his hips trembling as he tried to stay still. But it was impossible--not with Callum's claws gripping his hips, not with his tongue fucking into him like it belonged there. It does belong there, Rowan realised with a jolt, his ears flattening as his thoughts spiraled. It's his. It's always been his.

Callum smirked against Rowan's skin, his tongue sliding deeper as his claws spread Rowan's cheeks wider. "That's it," he growled, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel you letting go, little brother. That's my good boy."

Rowan groaned, his head dropping forward as his body betrayed him completely. His tail lifted higher, giving Callum even better access as his hips rocked back instinctively. "Fuck, Callum," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate. "I... I can't..."

"You can," Callum cut him off, his tongue retreating just long enough to press a soft kiss against Rowan's stretched rim. "And you will. You're made for this, Row. Made for me."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Rowan, and he whimpered, his claws digging into the sheets as his body trembled. "You're so fucking full of yourself," he muttered, though the breathless edge to his voice made it clear he wasn't arguing.

Callum chuckled darkly, his claws trailing up Rowan's spine in a way that made him shiver. "Damn right I am," he said, leaning back to admire the sight before him. Rowan's tailhole was glistening, stretched slightly from his tongue, and Callum's cock throbbed painfully at the sight. "Look at you, Row. All laid out for me. So fucking ready. You have no idea how hard you're making me."

Rowan groaned, his tail flicking nervously as his mind raced. I shouldn't be doing this. This is so fucking wrong. But godsdamn it, it feels so right. He's making me feel things I didn't even know I could feel.

Callum reached down, his fingers brushing against Rowan's cock, which was dripping steadily onto the bed. "You're fucking soaked," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "I've barely touched you, and you're already this close to losing it."

Rowan whimpered, his hips jerking slightly as Callum's claws teased him. "Fuck, Cal," he moaned, his voice trembling. "I don't... I don't know if I can..."

"You can," Callum interrupted firmly, his hand sliding lower to press against Rowan's slick entrance. "And I'm gonna make sure you do."

Rowan's breath hitched as he felt Callum's finger press against him, teasing but insistent. His body trembled, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in his chest. "Just... just go slow," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Callum's smirk softened slightly, and he leaned down to press a kiss to Rowan's lower back. "Always, little brother," he murmured. "I'll make it good for you. Better than anything you've ever imagined."

With that, Callum pressed his finger in slowly, the tight heat of Rowan's body gripping him immediately. The younger wolf let out a sharp gasp, his claws digging into the sheets as his body tensed. "Relax, Row," Callum said softly, his free hand stroking Rowan's flank soothingly. "You're doing so fucking good. Just breathe for me."

Rowan nodded shakily, his breaths coming in short, shallow bursts as he tried to let his body adjust. Fuck, he's so much bigger than my toys. How is this going to work? But even through the discomfort, there was something else--something deeper, more primal--building inside him.

Callum's finger slid deeper, curling slightly as he began to move, slow and deliberate. "That's it," he murmured, his voice full of praise. "Good boy. Look at you, taking me so well."

Rowan groaned, his hips twitching as Callum's movements sent a strange, electric pleasure shooting through him. "Shit, Cal," he gasped, his voice trembling. "That feels..."

"Good?" Callum finished for him, his smirk audible. "Yeah, I know. And it's only gonna get better." Callum worked his finger deeper, twisting and curling with practiced ease as he searched for that perfect spot. The tight heat of Rowan's body clamped down around him, drawing a low, guttural growl from his throat. "Fuck, Row," Callum muttered, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking tight. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Rowan whimpered, his claws scraping against the sheets as his hips twitched involuntarily. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe it feels this good. The pressure and burn from Callum's intrusion were still there, but it was fading fast, replaced by something deeper, something that made his cock ache and drip onto the bed.

"Just like that," Callum murmured, adding a second finger with slow, steady pressure. "Open up for me, Row. Let me in."

Rowan gasped, his back arching as the stretch deepened. "Fuck," he hissed, his voice tight but trembling with need. His body trembled as Callum's claws grazed against his inner walls, exploring him in ways no one ever had.

"You're doing so good, baby brother," Callum said, his tone both commanding and full of praise. "Taking me so well. I knew you could handle it."

Rowan moaned, his head dropping forward as his hips bucked slightly. How is this so fucking good? He's only using his fingers, and I feel like I'm gonna lose my fucking mind. His thoughts were chaotic, swirling between disbelief, shame, and raw, unfiltered pleasure.

Callum smirked, his fingers curling just right, and Rowan let out a strangled cry, his claws digging into the sheets. "Found it," Callum said smugly, his golden eyes gleaming as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles against Rowan's prostate.

"Fuck, Callum!" Rowan gasped, his voice breaking as his body jolted with every movement. His cock throbbed, leaking steadily onto the bed as his legs trembled beneath him. "What the fuck is that?!"

Callum chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing and teasing with maddening precision. "That's your prostate, little brother," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Your sweet spot. And I'm gonna make you see stars with it."

Rowan groaned, his claws flexing as he buried his face in the sheets. "Holy shit," he muttered, his voice muffled. "This is fucking insane."

Callum leaned over him, his chest brushing against Rowan's back as he growled softly into his ear. "You haven't felt anything yet," he murmured, his tone full of promise. "This is just the beginning, Row. I'm gonna blow your fucking mind tonight."

Rowan shuddered, his body trembling as Callum's fingers continued their relentless assault on his most sensitive spot. He could feel himself slipping, the last of his reservations melting away under the weight of Callum's touch.

"Cal," he whispered, his voice shaky but resolute. "I... I need you."

Callum's smirk widened, his knot throbbing painfully as he pulled his fingers free, leaving Rowan gasping at the sudden emptiness. "You're gonna get me, Row," he said, his voice dripping with intent. "Every fucking centimetre of me. But first..."

He shifted lower, his hands gripping Rowan's hips as he pressed his nose against the younger wolf's slick entrance. "I need another taste," Callum growled, his tongue darting out to lap over Rowan's stretched hole.

Rowan moaned loudly, his body jerking as Callum's tongue teased him, warm and wet and utterly relentless. "Fuck, Callum," he gasped, his voice raw. "You're gonna drive me insane."

"That's the plan," Callum said smugly, his tongue pressing deeper as he held Rowan in place. "You're mine tonight, Row."

Rowan groaned, his claws scraping against the sheets as his body melted under Callum's touch. I'm his. Completely fucking his. Callum's claws dug into Rowan's hips, pulling him back roughly as he shoved his muzzle deep between his brother's cheeks. His tongue lashed out, hot and wet, dragging across the tight ring of muscle with a feral hunger that made Rowan's body jolt. Callum growled low in his throat, the vibrations rippling through Rowan's trembling frame.

"Fuck, Callum!" Rowan gasped, his claws scraping against the sheets as his brother devoured him. "Holy fucking shit, are you trying to... oh my gods..." His voice cracked as Callum's tongue plunged inside him, twisting and curling with relentless precision. Callum didn't hold back. He couldn't. His mind was consumed by the taste, the scent, the sheer raw heat of Rowan's body. Mine. He's fucking mine, Callum thought, his knot throbbing painfully as he pressed his muzzle harder against Rowan's slick entrance. His tongue worked furiously, thrusting deep and pulling out just to swirl around the rim before diving back in.

Rowan let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking helplessly as Callum's claws held him firmly in place. "Fuck! Callum! You're--you're trying to fucking eat me alive!" he choked out, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Callum growled again, louder this time, his claws spreading Rowan's cheeks wider as he sealed his lips around the tight hole and sucked. Hard. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room, each one making Rowan's cock throb painfully as it dripped onto the sheets below him.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, Row," Callum growled, his voice muffled by Rowan's flesh. "You're mine. Every bit of you is fucking mine."

Rowan whimpered, his legs trembling as Callum's tongue and teeth worked him over with a brutal, animalistic intensity. "Holy fuck," Rowan muttered, his claws curling into the sheets as his tail twitched wildly. "He's--he's gonna fucking kill me with this."

Callum's muzzle pressed harder, his tongue plunging deep as his teeth grazed against Rowan's entrance, nipping and teasing. He sucked again, the pressure sending a jolt straight to Rowan's cock. The younger wolf cried out, his head dropping forward as his body shook. "Fuck! Callum! Fuck!"

Callum growled possessively, his claws dragging down Rowan's thighs as his tongue delved deeper, almost frantic now. He's perfect. So fucking perfect. He nipped at Rowan's rim, harder this time, before diving back in, his tongue fucking him with wild abandon.

"Cal, shit!" Rowan's voice broke, his claws digging into the sheets as Callum's relentless assault sent him spiraling. "You're--you're trying to suck my fucking soul out through my ass!"

"That's the fucking idea," Callum snarled, pulling back just enough to take a deep breath, his tongue darting out to taste the slick mess he'd made of Rowan's hole. "Godsdamn, Row, you taste so fucking good. I can't get enough of you."

Rowan groaned, his face buried in the sheets as his legs trembled. "You're a fucking lunatic," he muttered, though his voice was trembling with raw, unrestrained pleasure. "An absolute godsdamn lunatic."

Callum smirked, his muzzle glistening as he pressed another teasing lick to Rowan's entrance. "Yeah?" he rumbled, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "And you fucking love it. Admit it, Row. You love how I'm making you feel. You love being mine."

Rowan groaned, his tail flicking as another whimper escaped his throat. "Fuck you," he muttered, though the way his hips pressed back against Callum's muzzle betrayed him completely.

"That's what I'm about to do, little brother," Callum growled, his golden eyes blazing with primal hunger as he leaned in for another long, possessive lick.

Callum pulled back, his muzzle slick with spit and Rowan's musk, his chest heaving as he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. His golden eyes blazed with hunger as he stared down at Rowan's trembling body, his tail raised high, his hole red and glistening from Callum's feral assault. "Fuck, Row," Callum growled, his voice dripping with lust as he knelt on the bed behind his brother. "You're so fucking perfect. Look at you--spread out, dripping, fucking begging for it."

"I'm not begging," Rowan muttered, though the breathless edge to his voice gave him away.

"Not yet," Callum said with a dark chuckle, his claws raking down Rowan's sides as he leaned over him, his cock throbbing heavily against Rowan's ass. His swollen knot brushed against Rowan's slick rim, and the younger wolf whimpered, his claws flexing against the sheets. Callum growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through Rowan's trembling body. Without hesitation, he gripped Rowan's hips firmly, pulling him back into position as he knelt behind him. The weight of Callum's presence loomed over Rowan as he moved into place, his chest brushing against Rowan's back for a brief moment before he adjusted.

Then, with deliberate intent, Callum mounted him.

The word echoed in Rowan's mind, sharp and clear, making his cock twitch violently beneath him. Fuck. He's mounting me. Like I'm his. Like I've always been his. His claws curled into the sheets as his body trembled, the sheer dominance of Callum's action sending a jolt of heat straight through him.

"Look at you," Callum growled, his voice rough and full of primal hunger as he settled over Rowan, his thick cock brushing against Rowan's slick, swollen entrance. "All spread out beneath me. Perfect and ready. Fuck, Row, I've never wanted anything more."

Rowan whimpered softly, his tail twitching nervously as Callum's weight pressed down on him. "Cal..." he muttered, his voice shaky. "This is so... so fucking--"

"Right," Callum finished, his teeth grazing Rowan's neck as he leaned in close. "You feel it too, don't you? How fucking perfect this is? How you're made to be under me?"

Rowan groaned, his head dropping forward as Callum's words washed over him like a wave. He's right. Fuck, he's right. This is where I belong.

Callum's claws dragged slowly down Rowan's sides, his touch teasing and possessive as his hips rolled forward, his cock pressing insistently against Rowan's entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you, little brother," Callum growled, his voice low and dripping with intent. "I'm gonna stretch you open, knot you, and fill you so fucking full you'll never want anyone else."

Rowan gasped, his claws digging into the sheets as the pressure increased. "Fuck, Cal," he whimpered, his voice breaking. "I... I don't know if I can..."

"You can," Callum interrupted firmly, his hips grinding forward just enough to tease Rowan's tight rim. "You're mine, Row. You've always been mine. Now let me claim you like I was fucking born to." Callum smirked, his hips rolling slightly to tease Rowan with the head of his cock, smearing slick precum over his entrance. "You feel that, baby brother?" he murmured, his tone low and filthy. "That's all for you. All this thick, fucking cock, ready to stretch you open. Ready to claim you."

"Cal," Rowan whimpered, his tail flicking nervously as his claws dug into the sheets. His hole clenched involuntarily, and Callum growled low in his throat, his hands gripping Rowan's hips tightly.

"Stop fucking squirming," Callum said roughly, his voice taking on a commanding edge. "You're mine, Row. You've been mine since the day you were fucking born. And now, I'm gonna make damn sure everyone knows it. Callum's growl deepened as he adjusted his weight, his claws gripping Rowan's hips firmly as he angled his cock against the slick, swollen ring of muscle. His knot pulsed with anticipation, thick and heavy as he pressed the blunt head against his brother's entrance. The resistance sent a shiver through him, his instincts roaring to take, to claim, to dominate. "Stay still, Row," Callum commanded, his voice sharp and dripping with authority. "Let me in. Let me make you mine."

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws scraping at the sheets as the heat of Callum's cock throbbed against him. This is happening. Fuck, this is really happening. His tail flicked nervously, but he obeyed, his body trembling as he braced himself for what was coming.

"Good boy," Callum murmured, his tone softer but no less commanding. He pushed forward, slow and deliberate, the head of his cock breaching Rowan's tight rim.

Rowan gasped sharply, his claws curling as the burn hit him immediately. "Shit," he hissed, his voice tight and strained. "Fuck, Callum, you're so..."

"Big?" Callum finished with a smug smirk, his hips rolling slightly to ease himself deeper. "Yeah, I know. And you're taking it so fucking well, little brother. Look at you--stretching around me like you were made for this."

Rowan whimpered, his legs trembling as the stretch grew deeper, fuller, overwhelming. The burn was intense, but underneath it was something more--a pressure, a heat that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. "Relax," Callum growled, his claws dragging down Rowan's sides as he leaned over him, his chest brushing against Rowan's back. "Breathe, Row. Let your big brother take care of you."

Rowan groaned, his head dropping forward as he tried to focus on Callum's voice, his touch, the way his body felt impossibly full but not broken. I can do this. Fuck, I want to do this. I want him.

Callum gritted his teeth, his cock throbbing as he bottomed out, his hips flush against Rowan's ass. The tight heat of his brother's body was almost too much, gripping him like a vice and sending a low, guttural growl rumbling from his chest. "Fuck, Row," Callum muttered, his claws tightening on Rowan's hips. "You feel so goddamn good. So fucking tight. You're perfect."

Rowan whimpered, his body trembling as he adjusted to the stretch, his breath coming in shallow, shaky bursts. "Shut up," he muttered weakly, though his voice lacked conviction.

Callum chuckled darkly, his hips rolling slightly as he began to move, slow and deliberate. "You don't want me to shut up," he said, his tone full of smug confidence. "You want to hear how good you're doing. How perfect you feel taking your big brother's cock for the first time."

Rowan groaned, his claws digging into the sheets as Callum's words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. "You're such a fucking asshole," he muttered, though his voice trembled with pleasure.

"And you love it," Callum shot back, his thrusts growing firmer, deeper, as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Admit it, Row. You love being under me. You love being mine."

Rowan moaned softly, his tail curling as Callum's words hit something raw and primal inside him. I do. Fuck, I do. I love it. I love him. Callum's pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with a steady rhythm that sent jolts of heat and pressure through Rowan's trembling body. Each thrust buried him deeper, stretching Rowan's tight rim further and drawing low, guttural moans from the elder wolf's chest.

"Fuck, Row," Callum growled, his claws gripping Rowan's hips tightly as he drove into him. "You're so fucking tight. You're squeezing me like you don't want me to leave."

"Shut the fuck up, Cal," Rowan muttered breathlessly, though his words were broken by a sharp gasp as Callum's cock grazed something deep inside him. His claws curled into the sheets, his tail flicking erratically as his brother's relentless movements drove him closer to the edge.

Callum smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief as he angled his hips slightly, aiming for that sweet spot again. "Oh, I'll shut up," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "As soon as you admit how much you love this. How much you love being under me, taking every centimetre of your big brother's cock."

"Fuck you," Rowan gasped, his head dropping forward as a strangled cry escaped his throat. The sparks of pleasure were undeniable now, sharp and intense, radiating from the spot Callum kept hitting with ruthless precision.

"That's what I'm doing, baby brother," Callum rumbled, his tone smug as he thrust harder, his knot slamming against Rowan's entrance with every movement. "I'm fucking you. Claiming you. Making you mine in every fucking way."

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws scraping at the sheets as his body trembled violently. The burn from the stretch had melted into something deeper, hotter, that coiled in his belly like a spring ready to snap. "Shit, Cal," he groaned, his voice breaking as Callum's cock filled him again and again. "You're gonna fucking kill me."

Callum growled low in his throat, his claws dragging down Rowan's sides as he leaned over him, his teeth grazing his brother's neck. "You're not dying tonight, Row," he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. "But I'm gonna ruin you. Gonna make sure you never want anyone else. Ever."

Rowan whimpered, his ears flattening as Callum's words sent a shiver down his spine. His body trembled with every thrust, the force of Callum's hips driving him closer to the edge. He's right. Fuck, he's so fucking right. I'm ruined. He's ruined me. I'm not a virgin anymore.

Callum's knot throbbed, swollen and slick, slamming against Rowan's stretched entrance with every movement. The tension in his body was almost unbearable, his instincts roaring to push harder, deeper, to lock them together in the most primal way. Callum's claws tightened on Rowan's trembling hips as he drove into him, his chest heaving with the effort to hold himself back. Fuck, this is too much. He's too much. The sweetest, tightest, most perfect fucking hole I've ever been in... and it's my twin brother's. His cock throbbed violently inside Rowan, the slick heat gripping him like a vice, pulling him deeper, demanding more. I'm not gonna last. There's no fucking way I can last. His knot slammed against Rowan's stretched entrance, each thrust sending jolts of raw, primal pleasure up his spine. Goddamn it, I should make this last. I should give him the long, slow fucking he deserves... but fuck, not tonight. Tonight, I need to claim him. Knot him. Fill him until there's no doubt who he belongs to.

Callum growled low in his throat, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. His knot swelled, thick and heavy, as his instincts roared to take, to dominate, to lock them together. We've got a lifetime of this ahead of us. A whole fucking lifetime to explore every bit of his body, to fuck him slow and deep, to make him beg for it. But right now? Right now, I need to own him. To make him mine.

His golden eyes gleamed as he leaned over Rowan, his teeth grazing his brother's neck as he growled, "Fuck, Row... I'm not gonna last. You feel too godsdamn good. Too fucking perfect. You're mine, little brother. Mine to fuck, mine to knot, mine forever."

"Rowan," Callum growled, his teeth sinking lightly into the scruff of Rowan's neck as his hips jerked forward. "Say it. Tell me you want my knot. Tell me you're mine."

Rowan cried out, his claws tearing at the sheets as the pressure inside him built to an unbearable peak. "Fuck! I'm yours, Cal!" he gasped, his voice raw and trembling. "I'm fucking yours! Give it to me--fuck, just give it to me!"

Callum snarled, his hips slamming forward one last time as his swollen knot stretched Rowan's entrance, locking them together with a sharp, primal snap. The heat and pressure sent Rowan over the edge instantly, his cock jerking violently as he spilled onto the bed, his cries echoing through the room.

"Fuck, Row!" Callum roared, his cock throbbing inside his brother as he filled him with thick, hot spurts of cum. His claws dug into Rowan's hips, holding him in place as his body shuddered with each pulse, the tie keeping them locked together as he emptied himself completely.

Rowan whimpered, his body trembling as the heat flooded him, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He's inside me. Fuck, his jizz is really inside me. And it feels... it feels so fucking right.

Rowan's body jerked violently as Callum's swollen knot stretched him open, locking them together with a sharp, primal snap. The instant fullness, the undeniable heat of Callum's cock pulsing deep inside him, sent a shockwave through Rowan that he couldn't control.

"FUCK! Callum--shit! Oh, my fucking god!" Rowan's claws tore at the sheets, his entire body trembling as his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across the bed beneath him, his belly, and even the inside of his thighs as his ass clenched reflexively around Callum's knot. "Holy fuck! Holy fucking shit!" Rowan gasped, his voice cracking as he rocked back against Callum, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him shaking. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, his ass squeezing Callum's cock like it was trying to milk him.

Callum growled low in his throat, his hips jerking instinctively as Rowan's body clamped down around him. "Shit, Row," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "You're squeezing me so fucking tight. Godsdamn, I can feel everything."

"Fuck, Cal, fuck!" Rowan moaned, his head dropping forward as his claws dug into the sheets. His cock throbbed painfully, spilling every last drop of his load in wild, erratic spurts. I'm losing it. I'm fucking losing it. He's killing me. He's fucking killing me.

Callum snarled softly, his hips rolling as much as the tie would allow, his cock grinding against Rowan's sweet spot with every movement. "That's it, little brother," Callum growled, his claws gripping Rowan's hips tightly as he thrust shallowly, driving the head of his cock against Rowan's prostate again and again. "Take it. Take all of it. You're mine."

Rowan screamed, his voice hoarse as another wave of pleasure crashed over him. "FUCK, Callum!" he cried, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "You're... oh, my god, you're fucking destroying me! It's so--fuck! It's so fucking good!"

"Damn right it is," Callum rumbled, his voice rough and dripping with smug satisfaction. "You're perfect, Row. Fucking perfect. Made for this. Made for me."

Rowan whimpered, his body trembling as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him, his cock twitching helplessly against his belly. His ass clenched involuntarily around Callum's cock, drawing a low growl from his brother as the tie held them together, their bodies locked in the most primal connection.

"Fuck, Cal," Rowan muttered weakly, his voice muffled as his head dropped against the sheets. "You're so... fucking deep. I can feel... I can feel everything."

Callum smirked, his teeth grazing the back of Rowan's neck as he growled softly. "Good," he murmured, his tone full of possessive pride. "I want you to feel it, Row. I want you to feel me. Know that you're mine. Every fucking centimetre of you."

Callum's growl rumbled deep in his chest as his hips stilled, the full swell of his knot locking him tightly inside Rowan's trembling body. The tight, rhythmic clenching of Rowan's ass sent jolts of raw pleasure through him, his cock twitching violently as the need to breed overwhelmed every other thought.

"You're mine now, little brother," Callum snarled, his claws digging into Rowan's hips as he leaned over him, his chest brushing Rowan's sweat-dampened back. "All fucking mine. This ass? This tight, perfect hole? It belongs to me."

Rowan whimpered beneath him, his body trembling with aftershocks as he felt the weight of Callum's words sink in. "Fuck, Cal," he whispered, his voice shaky. "You're... you're so deep. I can feel deep in my gut."

"That's right," Callum growled, his tone rough and dripping with authority. "You're gonna feel me, Row. Feel every fucking centimetre of me while I fill you up. You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Craving my knot, my seed, buried so deep you can't think straight."

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws curling into the sheets as Callum's hips rocked slightly, his knot grinding against his sensitive walls. "Shit," Rowan gasped, his head dropping forward as his tail twitched. "Cal... fuck, you're--"

"Say it," Callum interrupted, his voice sharp and commanding. "Say you want it. Say you want me to breed you."

Rowan's cheeks burned, his ears flattening as his body clenched involuntarily around Callum's cock. "I... I want it," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"Louder," Callum growled, his teeth grazing Rowan's neck. "Say it like you mean it."

"I want it!" Rowan cried, his voice breaking as he rocked back against Callum, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Fuck, Cal, I want it! Breed me! Fill me up!"

"That's my good boy," Callum snarled, his tone full of pride and dominance. His hips jerked forward, his knot tugging against Rowan's rim as his cock throbbed violently, the heat building to a breaking point. "Take it, Row. Take every fucking drop."

Rowan's breath hitched as he felt the first hot spurt flood into him, the heat spreading through his core like wildfire. "Shit!" he gasped, his claws tearing at the sheets as his body clenched down hard, milking Callum's cock for everything it had. "Fuck, I can feel it... oh my gods, Cal, I can feel you breeding me."

"Damn right you can," Callum growled, his voice rough and primal as his cock pulsed inside Rowan, filling him with thick, hot ropes of cum. "You're mine, little brother. Marked, claimed, fucking bred. No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to touch you. Ever."

Rowan whimpered, his legs trembling as the heat filled him completely, the sheer weight of Callum's seed pushing him past the point of coherent thought. He's right. Fuck, he's right. I'm his. I've always been his.

Callum's growls softened slightly as his orgasm subsided, though his hips continued to rock gently, his knot holding them together as he drove the last of his load deep into Rowan's trembling body. "Look at you," Callum murmured, his tone softer but still full of possessive pride. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well. You're everything I ever wanted, Row. Everything."

Rowan's breath came in shallow bursts as he slumped forward, his body spent but buzzing with the afterglow. "You're insane," he muttered weakly, though the affection in his voice was undeniable. "Completely fucking insane."

"And you love it," Callum shot back, a teasing edge returning to his voice as he licked the back of Rowan's neck. "Admit it, Row. You love being bred by your big brother."

Rowan groaned, his ears flicking as he muttered, "Fuck you."

Callum chuckled, his claws dragging lazily down Rowan's sides. "That's what I just did, little brother. And I'm never gonna stop."

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