Hot & Cold

“I’ll do this easy, fast healing or no,” Emmett murmured against Sam’s ear.

Sam clenched his teeth against saying anything. He knew this would hurt but he didn’t care. Emmett used his fingers first, stretching the tight muscles that he would be buried in soon. He worked his fingers until he had Sam a panting, writhing mess.

“Fuck Em!”

Emmett smirked. “You’re ready then.” He moved quickly so the wolf’s quick healing wouldn’t undo all the prep work he had done. The head of his cock breeched the first ring of muscle and Sam tensed beneath him. Emmett froze. “Babe?”

“Shit…”

“What babe?” Emmett questioned, his hands rubbing up and down Sam’s to relax him.

“That’s…”

“What?”

“That’s gotta be the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. Like a popsicle but it’s not melting.”

Emmett chuckled and pressed his lips to Sam’s as he pressed the rest of the way in. “That’s okay babe cause you feel like a fucking oven. So hot.”