Noah didn't give Ty a single second to think.
The moment the heavy reinforced door to his private quarters slammed shut, Noah grabbed Ty by the hips and hurled him onto the large bed.
Ty bounced hard on the firm mattress, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs.
The aphrodisiac still burned viciously through his veins, turning every nerve into raw, aching need.
His cock strained painfully against his pants, leaking and throbbing.
Noah loomed over the bed like a predator, eyes already darkening to inky black as the mutation surged.
His black tactical vest hit the floor, followed by his shirt. His powerful torso was revealed in all it's glory—dense muscle, jagged shimmering scars, and violent spikes of black veins pulsing aggressively across his chest, shoulders, neck, and arms.
"Talk," Noah growled, voice deep and feral.
He crawled onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Ty's body. "Why the fuck were you letting Jax touch you? Why do you keep trying to run when your body clearly knows who it belongs to? When you know who I am. What were we before, hm?"
Ty's head spun, the heat making it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts. "I… the jar… I didn't—"
Noah ripped the rest of Ty's clothes off with brutal strength, fabric tearing like paper.
Ty's hard cock slapped against his abs, flushed dark and leaking steadily.
Noah's own cock was thick and heavy, significantly bigger than Ty's—long, veined, and curving upward aggressively.
He shoved Ty flat onto his back, one large hand grabbing his jaw and forcing their eyes to meet.
"Were we friends? Lovers, Ty?" Noah's black veins spiked harder. "Everytime I touch you like this, the pain goes away. Why?"
Ty's eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide.
"Noah… please…"
Noah forced Ty's legs wide apart.
He shoved three fingers into Ty's mouth, coating them thoroughly with spit, then pushed all four thick fingers against his hole and forced them inside in one ruthless thrust.
Ty arched off the bed with a guttural, broken moan. "Ahh—fuck!"
The stretch was immediate and brutal. Noah's fingers were thick, scissoring him open mercilessly while his other hand wrapped tightly around the base of Ty's cock, squeezing hard to deny him release.
"Should be right here," Noah muttered darkly, digging deeper. He curled his fingers and found Ty's prostate, attacking it with relentless, firm strokes.
Ty cried out, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Dry orgasm after dry orgasm ripped through him in intense waves of pleasure without the satisfaction of coming.
His hole clenched and fluttered wildly around Noah's fingers, his cock throbbing desperately in the tight ring of Noah's grip.
"Fuck—ow—slow down!" Ty sobbed, body jerking.
Noah's black veins began to calm. The violent spikes receded as he continued fingering Ty open.
"Look at you. What happened to you on the convoy to make you so horny? Crying and leaking all over my hand."
He finally released Ty's cock and surged forward, kissing him deep and filthy.
Then he pulled his fingers out, lined up the thick head of his cock, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
Ty's eyes widened in shock. The burn was excruciating. Noah's thick cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him completely. He nearly threw up from the intensity, gagging on a broken cry.
"Fuck—oh fuck, fuck—! Too big—!"
Noah groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he bottomed out.
His black veins calmed further. He grabbed both of Ty's hands, clasping their fingers together and pinning them to the bed above Ty's head.
"That's it. Take every inch like a good boy,"
Noah growled, biting hard into Ty's neck. He started ramming into him—hard, fast, punishing strokes that made the heavy bed creak loudly.
Ty moaned helplessly, legs wrapping around Noah's waist. "Slow—ahh—slow the fuck down! Ow—fuck!"
Noah licked inside Ty's ear, hot and filthy.
"No. You're going to take everything I give you." He pulled out almost to the tip before slamming back in balls-deep, again and again.
The angle was perfect. Noah hammered Ty's prostate nonstop. On one particularly deep thrust, Ty came hard with a scream—his cock spurting between their bodies without being touched, painting his abs and Noah's stomach.
Noah's black veins disappeared almost completely. His eyes returned closer to their original warm hazel, clouded only with raw lust.
A rare, calm smile curved his lips as he breathed steadily, finally at peace inside his own body.
He kissed Ty deeply, almost tenderly for a moment, then flipped him over onto his stomach at the edge of the bed. Ty's legs dangled off the side as Noah stood behind him, gripping his hips hard.
"Ass up," Noah ordered, slapping Ty's ass sharply before slamming back inside in one brutal thrust. The new angle was even deeper.
Noah fucked him mercilessly, hips snapping forward with powerful strokes that made Ty's body jolt forward on the bed.
"Fuck—" Noah growled, one hand fisting Ty's hair while the other held his hip. "I can't fucking believe this is what I need to calm down. My cock fucking your tight little hole."
Ty could only moan brokenly, drooling onto the sheets. "Fuck—you—fucking basterd!"
Noah pulled out suddenly, manhandled Ty onto his back again at the very edge of the bed, and hooked Ty's legs over his shoulders. He folded him in half and drove back in, the new position letting him pound even deeper.
The bed creaked violently. Noah's hips moved like a machine—fast, deep, relentless.
He leaned down, biting Ty's neck and ear while whispering filthy praise.
"Look at you falling apart on my cock. Why do you look so pretty when you cry?"
Ty came again with a sob, his cock spurting weakly between them.
Noah didn't stop.
He kept ramming into Ty's oversensitive body until, with a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded Ty's insides as Noah held him pinned, hips grinding deep to push every drop inside.
Noah stayed buried deep, panting against Ty's neck, their clasped hands still pinned to the bed.
"I think... I don't need help anymore..." Ty rasped, leaning his head back slightly while grunting. "I can't fucking believe I'm a bottom."