Chapter 42: Smoke and Kings

Several days had passed since Khepri and Zariel had taken the gift. Life in the pack house had settled into a strange rhythm, part domestic, part preparation for something none of them wanted to name out loud.

Out on the wide wooden deck behind the house, the night air was cool and smelled of pine and distant rain. The stars were bright overhead, scattered across a clear sky. Roan knelt between Cass’s spread legs, the big black wolf taking his time as he slowly licked up the length of his pup’s cock. Two black wolves enjoying each other’s bodies under the moon.

Cass’s new cock looked almost unreal in the moonlight. The obsidian-black surface gleamed faintly, the glowing blue veins beneath the glassy skin pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Thick ridges of muscle flexed along the shaft every time Roan’s tongue dragged over them. Pre leaked steadily from the tip, and Roan lapped it up without hesitation, letting the taste coat his tongue before swallowing.

Cass’s head rested against the back of the chair, one paw loosely gripping Roan’s ear.

“Roan...” he breathed, voice already strained. “I’m close.”

Roan didn’t pull away. He simply opened his mouth wider and sank down in one smooth motion, taking Cass’s cock all the way into his throat knot included. The tight, wet heat of Roan’s mouth and throat squeezed around him as Cass came hard, hips jerking upward. Thick pulses of cum flooded straight down Roan’s throat, and the Alpha stayed there, swallowing every drop without spilling a single one. His golden eyes stayed half-lidded, focused entirely on taking everything his pup gave him. His heart raced, knowing that he wasn’t just swallowing cum from a wolf cock, he was swallowing magic from the Void.