Finding Home (Build-A-Pack #2)

Chapter Fourteen

Holden

A s I swept Rian into my arms, I glanced at the view mostly covered in darkness. Suddenly, large flakes of snow began to fall. They were sparse, but it was that early moment of snowfall making it all look cinematic.

The chill in the air made itself known now that I wasn’t lost in one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I moved to the door and slid it open, happy with how easy that was to do while carrying Rian. I didn’t want to put him down unless the surface was soft, after all.

I left the balcony door open and went to place Rian on his bed, then pulled the covers over him. I’d turned the bed down when I’d gotten the lube and I’d realized where he was waiting to be caught.

I quickly went to close the door, then walked to the ensuite to start the bath. He had a tub that would fit us both, so it would do well for some TLC while he was coming down from his release.

As I prepared the bathroom, my brain kept replaying the last hour. The way I’d stalked him through the apartment had gone straight to my blood and my cock. The wolf in me had loved the hunt, even if it wasn’t an actual one, like the couple of times Brodie and I had bonded over hunting prey in the woods.

The man in me though? The Dominant side I let lie dormant most of the time? Yeah. The awakening of that part of me had done something I hadn’t expected. For one, the actual sex, fucking Rian the way I had, giving him everything I got while he hung on and took it, had been mindblowing.

But the best thing had still been the enjoyment Rian had gotten out of it. I’d practically felt the remnants of all the bad things from tonight shake off him with every vicious thrust.

He’d clearly enjoyed it all even though he had gotten a bit floaty ever since I slammed inside him for the first time. Pain really did something to him, that much was easy to see.

I didn’t know why I hadn’t come inside him when I had the chance. Some primal part of me had wanted to mark him in a different way. Even now when I went to pick him up again, the scent of sex clinging to him was dizzying.

My cock tried to rally, but even with being a wolf, my refractory period was a bit longer now. Don’t get me wrong, I’d be ready to go in fifteen minutes, but that had changed in the twenty years since I’d been turned.

The beginning had been wild. Just as I’d settled into being forty and not being able to do things I had only a decade before, I’d felt as if I was twenty again.

I scooped Rian up and he stirred ever so slightly.

“W-huh?”

“I’m taking you into the bathroom, honey.” I smiled at his fuzzy expression.

“Oh. ‘Kay.”

Chuckling, I carried him to the large, luxurious room. It was a dream, really, but I wouldn’t have expected any less from Rian. Or anyone with that kind of money, I suppose.

I turned the tap off, mindful of the precious cargo in my arms. Carefully, I stepped over the edge of the massive tub, then settled down in the water that was the perfect temperature for both of us.

I slid down with Rian still in my arms, until I could be sure he was submerged to his shoulders. Then I brushed some of his curls off his face, cupping his cooler cheek with my water-warmed palm.

His eyelids fluttered open, and a slow, satisfied smile came onto his lips as soon as his gaze met mine.

“Hi,” he breathed out, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

He stretched like a cat on my lap and let out a happy almost-purr.

“Ah.” I chuckled. “Makes sense.”

He kissed my jaw and curled up to me again. “I didn’t know it could be this way,” he said after a moment.

I squeezed him firmly. “Good to know I got it right.”

“ So right.”

Smiling, I settled in for the long haul. I was relieved, but mostly just sated on a level I hadn’t really been in a long time, if ever.

“Was it good for you?” he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

I chuckled, the movement making the water around us ripple gently. “Yes. I didn’t know it could be like that, either.”

He hummed contentedly. “The way you went wolfy was so hot.”

Again, I chuckled and squeezed him. “Thank you. The way you offered yourself up was hot, too. Although, as a member of the law enforcement, I got to say the nonexistent lighting and the fact that you don’t have neighbors who could spy on us really worked for us there.”

Rian snickered quietly, then lifted his face and kissed my jaw. “I thought of it, when I went there. I wouldn’t put you in danger.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Good.” He kissed me again, this time closer to the corner of my mouth.

I pushed my fingers into his curls and tugged slightly, angling him a little better. “Are you fishing for kisses, honey?”

“What if I am?” He batted his long lashes at me.

I shook my head fondly, then brought his lips to mine.

At first, it was a simple press of our closed lips, but then he made an impatient noise and I smiled, then opened my mouth, letting our tongues touch.

He whined, and without pulling away from me, maneuvered himself around so that he could straddle me. Then, it was on. He wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders, touching me as much as he could while kissing me until I felt a bit dizzy.

He was needy and rocked on my lap in a way that seemed different from his submission outside, yet there was still something eager and vulnerable about it all.

I lifted my hand to grab him gently by the throat and pushed him back enough to make eye contact.

“Rian, what are you doing?” I asked, amused more than anything, although some part of me was wary. Kissing had always been more to me. I rarely kissed my hookups, and this sort of thing muddied the waters a little.

Holding him while he wound down from his release was one thing, but kissing like this gave me the feeling we were already trampling any limits we’d set before about it being only a kink thing.

“I just,” he gasped and then stilled himself with great effort. “I….” He frowned, rested his hands on my shoulders, and looked confused for a moment. It took him a minute, but eventually, he asked, “I think I want to serve you? To thank you for tonight?”

Nodding slowly, I asked, “And how do you want to do that?”

We were both a bit flushed in the face from the bath, but I swear I could see his cheeks tinting darker when he looked to the side.

“What is it, honey?” I asked gently, rubbing my hands along his back. “You can tell me.”

He gnawed on his lower lip, then glanced at me almost shyly, before whispering, “I want to suck you, Sir.”

Who would’ve thought you could get a head rush from six little words.

The almost-innocent eagerness in him was an aphrodisiac, too. I nodded as if I was thinking about his words, but he definitely felt how hard I was getting underneath him.

“That sounds like a good way to thank someone you feel safe with,” I murmured, cupping his cheek.

I pulled him into another kiss, and he sucked on my tongue as if mimicking what he was going to do to my cock if I let him.

“Where do you want to do this?” I asked, trying my best to think about his comfort.

Rian looked around, his curls wilder with the moisture of the bathroom already. Then he smiled and pointed to the corner of the tub.

“What if you sit over there?”

If I sat on the ledge, he could kneel in the warm water below. Yeah, that would be fine.

“Okay.”

Beaming, he backed up just enough to give me space, as if going out of touching distance was out of question right then. I found myself enjoying that, too. I might’ve come to the realization that I was a little bit starved for this kind of attention.

Not touch starved, not since I joined the pack, but none of them did a thing for me in a sexual, sensual, erotic sense. Except Rian.

Because of the luxury of the room, there was enough room for me to lean into the corner and feel comfortable on the edge of the tub. Rian, still appearing subservient, licked his lips in anticipation.

He approached me, then knelt between my feet and looked up.

“Show me,” I told him, knowing that he wanted to do just that; show his gratitude.

I didn’t know how I’d anticipated him to start, but putting his hands around my waist and nuzzling my balls wasn’t it.

The nuzzling turned into small kitten licks, and my cock jerked. Then he took one ball into his mouth and glanced at me, something almost blissful in his expression.

“Good boy,” I grunted, and his eyes closed for a few seconds.

He repeated the action with the other ball, then licked up my shaft and smoothly swallowed me down without needing to use his hands whatsoever.

I nearly arched off the ledge when I felt the contraction of his throat around the head of my cock. Then he hummed as he pulled back and did some magic with his tongue on the way to the tip. After that, there were only various mind blowing sensations.

He knew exactly what to do, and only a few minutes later, he looked at me with his tear filled, yet blissed out eyes before pushing his head down while holding me tighter around my waist.

It was as if he was trying to swallow me whole and wasn’t ready to pull away.

He swallowed, and that was it.

I erupted in his throat hard enough that I felt it in my whole body. I went dizzy with it, and he wasn’t letting me go.

I tapped his shoulder, because suddenly it was too much for my sensitive cock to take.

“That’s enough, honey,” I told him. “Good boy.” My voice was raspy as I watched him sit back on his heels and lick his lips, the tears finally brimming over as he blinked, looking so damn content.

He smiled and my breath hitched. He was so goddamn beautiful and somehow he wanted to be here with me.

“Back up a bit.”

When he moved, his gaze turned curious, but he didn’t speak.

I lifted my foot and carefully placed it between his legs. Rian’s breath hitched when I pressed the back of my foot to his balls, then slid it upward to find his cock that was hard again.

“I think good boys deserve rewards, too,” I murmured, grinning.

“Uh-huh,” he managed to say, his eyes closing as a small moan escaped him.

“Cross your arms behind your back. Yes, just like that. Spread your knees a little more. You can come whenever you want.” Then I set a rhythm, awkward and hard to control as it was, and kept rubbing his cock with my foot.

The back of it first, then I moved my other leg and pressed my soles together.

“If you can get your cock between my feet, you can fuck the gap. No hands.”

Whining, Rian stared at my feet and the hole I’d made for him. It took him a few tries, and then his cock slipped where he needed it, and I tightened the hold.

“Let go, honey. Be a good boy and come for me now,” I purred, watching as he lost control of everything but his hands behind his back, and the frantic way he punched his hips forward and back to fuck my feet.

Then suddenly he tensed, let out an almost wounded sound, and began to come. The water turned milky for a second, then he slumped back, almost going under before his body remembered how to use his arms again.

I lowered myself back into the water and gathered him into my arms. “Good boy,” I whispered against his temple, then waited until he got his wits again.

“How about a quick shower and then bed?” I asked, kissing his forehead.

“Y-Yeah, that sounds good.” Rian seemed a little bit shaky and vulnerable still, but he was clearly coming out of the submissive mindset.

He got out of the tub first, and I pulled the plug to empty it before getting out myself.

Then I followed him into a stupidly fancy and complicated looking shower.

“Well, you’re in control of all of that.” I gestured at the various controls that made no sense to me.

Rian laughed. “Deal.”

We washed each other in a perfunctory way. There was no teasing or sexual touching. It was pure comfort and getting ready to go to bed.

“There’s toothbrushes in the drawer over there,” he pointed at the second sink that held absolutely nothing of his.

The one closer to the door had his items on it, and everything was sparse and clean in a way that would’ve told anyone he hadn’t been here in a while.

“Excellent, thank you.” I did like to brush my teeth before bed. I just wasn’t sure how he knew that.

As if hearing my question, he grinned at me as he toweled himself dry and I went to the sink.

“When you stayed at the house, I heard you walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth before you said goodnight to me.”

Ah. Sometimes I still, somehow, forgot the hearing capabilities of non-humans.

“Thank you,” I repeated, feeling touched that he’d be so mindful.

He put his towel away and walked out of the bathroom naked. I watched him go, admiring the lithe form and the bubble butt attached to it. He had to have some good genetics, because I knew he’d lived a hard life before he’d been turned, and while the turning did make you healthier, it couldn’t change you that much.

The fact that he’d always be on the slimmer side was a given, just as I’d always be the shape I was now. I’d died—and been bitten—in my prime. It was definitely a blessing.

I dried myself and followed Rian into the bedroom where he was crawling under the covers.

It occurred to me that maybe he wanted me to take one of the guestrooms. The thought froze me with indecision, which got his attention.

“Do you care which side you take?” he asked, diffusing the tension within me immediately.

“Uh, no. This is your bed. I’ll take whatever is left.” I smiled and walked over. “Do you want me to put some underwear on?” My bag was still in the living room.

He shook his head and smiled. “I’m not putting any on so you don’t have to either. Unless you want to.”

I climbed into bed, then maneuvered myself under the luxurious feeling sheet. The comforter felt heavier than normal, which I liked a lot.

“I sleep in the nude when I’m at home,” I said as I settled next to him.

“Can we cuddle?” he asked, blushing lightly.

“Of course.” I preferred it, in fact, after what we’d done tonight. Not that I’d say it out loud. It seemed too much too soon to even think about it right then.

Once he was settled with his head on my chest and an arm and a leg thrown over me, he sighed contentedly.

“I don’t sleep naked at home,” he said quietly, his tone immediately sleepy. “It’s too awkward when Carys still comes to sleep next to me on occasion. Although less now that Lina is there for her on some nights.”

Again, I wondered if he knew he called the pack house “home.” It was clear where he belonged.

“Good night,” I whispered against the top of his head.

He exhaled and relaxed against me, and I realized he’d already fallen asleep.

I smiled and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected from this trip, but I wasn’t disappointed. Not by a long shot.