The Good Boys Club (Mythical Mishaps #2)

43. Big Dog on Campus

Big Dog on Campus

The Next Day

Mash

Birds chirped. Wind teased the pines. A few leaves defiantly clung to their branches. Now and then, one would flutter down to join us on the moss we’d made a bed from.

It was damp with morning dew, but the sky itself was a brilliant blue. A June blue. Given it was mid-October, it felt like a good sign for things to come. Both for the day, and for my reign as alpha.

Cian and I were naked, and wrapped up in each other like gum in hair—his cheek on my chest, my chin on the top of his head, arms coiled around torsos, my tail cradling the small of his back. It would have been a lovely, romantic moment if it wasn’t for the dirt and cum crusted to my stomach.

And the cream pie oozing from my asshole.

So slimy and so, so gross.

The chill autumn morning sliced at any part of my skin not covered by Cian’s body. As a werewolf, I was used to being out here on the edge of the Eight and a Half Kingdoms—naked, the cold numbing my flesh—but Cian wasn’t werewolf, and he was shivering in my arms.

I waited until he roused before I peeled myself away from him.

Yesterday, before the shift, we came out to this spot with a big plastic tub in which we’d placed spare clothes, Cian’s glasses, and a vat of food. I wished we’d had enough foresight to include a towel, or toilet paper, or anything to wipe the ick from my hole.

I pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie and brought Cian his clothes. Cords—obviously—a jumper, and his mustard beanie.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” I said, once he’d brushed the forest from his butt cheeks and tugged his clothes on. I yanked the lid off the plastic airtight container and immediately crammed half a schnitzel into my mouth. “ Fuuuuuck, these are good.”

Of course they were good. Cian had made them.

“What’s your idea?” he said, taking a much more self-restrained nibble from his.

I sat beside him again. The moss was still damp. My sweatpants would get a wet patch, but it couldn’t possibly feel any moister down there. “Next time we should stash lube in the tub for full-moon fucking.”

“But wolves don’t have opposable thumbs.”

“No, but humans do. And you have the ability to flip back and forth between human and wolf. Doesn’t matter now if people see you as a man, does it? We’re not trying to trick them any more.”

Cian opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He had dirt on his face. He looked adorable. “Damn, that’s a very valid point. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought of it?”

“Doctor Mash strikes again.” I punched the air. “Though you could still rim me in wolf form because that felt fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit!” he shouted, almost dropping his meat. “You remember last night?”

In an instant, I was on my feet. “Fuck! Yes. I do! I remember it.”

I rewound my memories of the shift. Usually the next morning I could only remember snippets, but they’d be hazy, and they faded fast. Often, the more I chased the memory, the quicker it dissipated into nothingness.

But this time I remembered. Not everything, but I remembered . . . chunks.

“I remember the mate bites.” My hand shot to my neck to trace the imprint of Cian’s teeth. The mark tingled at my touch.

I pushed Cian’s jumper down at the collar to see his bite, perfectly framed between his tattoos. It looked like part of his ink—like a deliberate design choice. A red crescent against the sea of black swirls.

I leaned forward and lay the gentlest kiss against the scar tissue. Cian whined at the caress.

“Holy fucking fuck. You smell fucking amazing.” I closed my eyes and waited until the sudden and desperate urge to spear myself on him had ebbed.

“Do you remember the wolf sex?” he asked, as though reading my mind.

“Most of it. I don’t remember how we got to the ravine, but I know what happened once we were here. I remember getting absolutely smashed into the dirt. Hey, was it just me, or did every touch in wolf form feel magnified by a bajillion? Like it was way more intense than human sex?”

“Yes, it definitely was more intense.” Cian’s non-schnitzel-wielding hand snaked under my hoodie and traced soft circles on my hip. “But that could be because of the mate bond.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

He gave me that look. Bit his lip and shadowed his blue eyes with furrowed brows. That was a dangerous look. “We should try fucking as humans to be sure.”

“Right now?” I was already growing hard.

“Why not? You’re alpha. You can do anything you like.” His hand slipped down into my sweatpants and teased the fur on my happy trail. “Do you remember accepting the call?”

I took only a few moments to cast my thoughts back. “I do. Wow, it was . . . weird. I can’t really describe it.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes . . . and no. Not so much hurt, more like when you’re exhausted and your body is already in shutdown mode, you know?”

Cian nodded.

“It was as though a massive, invisible . . . squisher was squishing me down. And then it all stopped and I could move.”

“Do you feel different now? Like, do you feel like an alpha?”

“Hmmm . . .” I thought about it. “No, not really.” Because I still felt the same. “I’ve always been regal as fuck.”

Cian laughed. “This is true.” He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me gently. “Majestic Mash.” He kissed me again. “So, what’s your first order as leader of the pack?”

I didn’t need to think about this one. “Well, to start, hand jobs for the alpha and his beta.”

“And then?” Cian couldn’t keep the smile from his face.

“And then bangers and mash every Sunday for tea.”

“I like it. It’s Sunday today, by the way,” he said, as his hand slipped further into my sweatpants.

“What an unusual and freaky coincid—” The rest of my sentence was lost to the hitch of my breath as my mate wrapped his fingers around me.