A stifling heat was creeping along Ash’s throat, down his chest, tickling the inside and outside of his stomach and culminating in his groin. One of the signature signs of an Ash Attack approaching, a bad one.

He dropped the shovel he had been carrying to the Eastern gardens and bolted back into the pack house, sniffing the air intensely, searching for his mate’s scent. There was no sign of Malachai on the ground floor and the trembles were starting to manifest in his hands, another submissive symptom that signalled the approach of a full-blown melt-down if he didn’t get to his mate soon. He climbed up to the next floor with shaky steps.

If an Ash Attack was mild he could push through it, ignore the sickening submissive feelings long enough for it to pass. It made him irritable and emotional but he could do it. When it bubbled inside of him with this much heat though he knew he didn’t stand a chance.

The faintest whiff of Malachai’s odour had Ash’s head snapping up to the floor above. Good. He was near his room. As he crested the stairs Malachai’s frohawk disappeared down a corridor leading to the right. Ash hurried after him.

“Malachai.” He whispered urgently when their strides fell in time with each other.

His mate, who had been power walking with a determined expression, started and blinked across at him. It had most likely been an order from a senior officer that had him so focused on his journey that he couldn’t notice his own mate tailing him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked distractedly.

“I need it.” Ash gasped.

“Wha- ”

He paused mid-step, looking flummoxed. He peered from side to side, checking the hallway for listeners, “Ash Attack?” he whispered.

Ash nodded.

“Now?”

He nodded again and Malachai took him by the elbow, spinning them both around and leading them back towards his bedroom with the same severe speed he had been marching with previously.

“Hurry.” Ash hated how close to a whine his voice sounded but he couldn’t physically stop it, his body was completely out of his own control. Heat was prickling along his arms and neck.

Malachai’s eyelids dropped slightly with obvious arousal over his black eyes. His hand slid up from the arm to Ash’s neck, gripping the back of it firmly and using it to steer him to the door of his bedroom. Even such a small gesture of dominance had Ash’s dick hardening, his submissive side breaking through the surface to run tingles through his entire body.

Once they were inside he kicked the door shut behind them. Ash was panting, his heart racing and his dick pulsing. The impending feeling that he was about to explode pressing against his skull.

Malachai slammed him against the wall, dazing him slightly, and pressed his weight against his chest. The overpowering aura of his mate had Ash’s knees weak and his thighs trembling. Whatever this feeling was he wanted more of it.

He moved to grab Malachai’s shirt but his wrists were easily pinned back above his head. He struggled half-heartedly, there was a part of him still fighting to take control again, screaming out that he was a dominant, this was disgusting, he was pathetic-

“Submit.” Malachai growled firmly into his ear. The hard command silenced the screeching that had been ricocheting around Ash’s skull. A burst of pleasure ran through him and his eyelids fluttered. He felt light-headed but knew innately that he was safe. Malachai is my mate, he reminded himself, repeating it a few times in his mind to solidify his security.

“Yes.” He breathed, his eyes half-lidded.

Malachai took him by the shirt and threw him backwards onto the end of the bed, leaving his legs hanging over the edge, and stripped him of every item of clothing covering him. It felt as though the breath had been knocked from Ash’s chest, and not from landing on the bed, from the look on Malachai’s face. He was feral, his black eyes hungry.

He threw his weight onto Ash, using one hand to pin his chest to the mattress and the other to pry his thighs open, quickly skimming his fingers down to his hole and grazing over the puckered flesh. Ash jolted involuntarily. He needed his mate to hurry up, he could feel his wolf crying out to be bred. Rough and unmerciful. Forget food or water, his body needed to be dominated.

Lube was snatched from the bedside drawer and Malachai was working multiple fingers into him in minutes. Ash closed his eyes and relaxed as best he could, his wolf was keening inside of him, begging for more. It felt so good, the thick hard fingers of his mate stretching him and working into him. It had no reason to feel as satisfying as it did. As though there was a button inside of him screaming out to be pressed and Malachai was the only one who could do so with his long girthy fingers.

As soon as his entrance was adjusted to the width of four fingers, Malachai pulled them out and slicked up his shaft. He hadn’t bothered to shed any of his own clothing, his trousers simply hung low around his hips.

The sight alone of Malachai’s cock was enough to have Ash moan on an out-breath and grab two handfuls of the blankets beneath him. Malachai is big but he was more scared of his own wanton reaction than any pain that he might feel as he was filled.

Malachai grinned his stupid wonky grin and stroked himself a little before lining up.

It was as awful as he had expected. No sooner had Malachai shoved his thighs to the bed and slammed into him was Ash screaming like a porn star. He could feel spasms running up his legs but Malachai held them down, using them as handles to mount him with, his hips pistoning against Ash’s with loud slapping sounds.

Ash very quickly lost control, his natural instinct to submit enveloping his body. He gave himself to Malachai, laid back and let him use his body as he pleased, ramming into him with grunts and growls.

With every thrust Ash was whimpering. He would never admit it to anyone out loud ever, but he knew that’s exactly what he was doing, making small, sweet, little sounds to urge his hard and throbbing mate to fuck him like the dirty little sub that he… he wasn’t. That wasn’t what he was, it was a game, it was temporary. Ash shook his head and panted through a particularly rough jerk of Malachai’s hips. He had to stop thinking about it, he had submitted already, he could over-think it later.

A wide hand slide to his throat and squeezed lightly, instantly erasing the fog of worry from his mind and forcing him to lock eyes with his mate. His cock jumped against his stomach. His wolf wanted to be owned by this man, he wanted Malachai to use him, he wanted to let go of his control… if only for now…

Malachai had slipped into full breeding mode, his thrusts so hard they had Ash’s legs bouncing either side of his hips and his moans breaking into gasps every time he hit that special spot inside of him that made his eyes cross slightly.

His dark and mesmerising eyes were coated in lust and his jaw set, the only noise slipping past his gritted teeth was the occasional growl. Ash pulled his brows together and moaned openly, his pride in his own dominance quickly fading from his memory as he was rammed full of his mate’s cock.

“Oh, goddess.” He cried out, “Please, please Malachai, I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t you dare.” Malachai grunted, squeezing the hand around his neck a couple of millimetres tighter.

“Please.”

“You don’t have permission.”

“Please.”

Tears streamed down Ash’s cheeks and his mouth hung open.

“I will punish you.” Malachai growled. “If you come before I give you permission I’ll put you over my knee like a submissive bitch and spank you.”

Unfortunately, that threat seemed to push Ash clean over the edge, his eyes widened and his toes curled and he came, loud and hard. Cum spurted across his stomach while his vision blurred.

Malachai’s jerking thrusts stuttered a little and he followed Ash’s lead, unloading into him with one long and deep pump.

After a few deep breaths he locked eyes with him, his mouth pulled into a wonky satisfied smile.

“The threat of being spanked was what did it for you?” He asked.

Ash could hear the amusement in his voice, he had known Malachai his whole life and he knew when he was fighting laughter. Laughter at him. At his submissiveness.

“I- I-” He stammered.

His cheeks managed to darken even further until his face could be mistaken for a raspberry.

“Just- just get out!” He snapped, his hands trembling.

He shoved himself back, letting Malachai’s soft cock slide out with a wet sound, and climbed up the bed to the headboard to sloppily bury himself in the blankets and pillows.

“H-hey, don’t be like that.”

“Just leave me alone!” Ash yelled, although his voice was thick and muffled under the pillow fort he had shoddily constructed on top of his own head.

Malachai hovered at the end of the bed in silence for a few seconds, then Ash heard him huff, the clank of his belt, ripple of his zipper and then his heavy footsteps stomping out of the room.

Finally, the door closed and Ash was able to cry in peace, alone with his humiliation.