Chapter 7
Dustin
Every part of me sang like a plucked bowstring, now I had proof that Wade was as into men as I was.
I rose to my feet, the taste of his jizz a powerful aphrodisiac.
My cock urged me to do something, now! But my dick didn’t control me, and at last, I had Wade naked and letting me touch him. I planned to savor the moment.
“Lie on the bed,” I told him.
“Me? I thought you…”
“Eventually.” I set my hands on Wade’s shoulders and bent, kissed him, then urged him backward. I might’ve knelt for him once already, but I was no pushover and it was my turn now. “On your back.”
He obeyed me slowly, scooting higher, turning around so his head landed on the pillow, his dark curly hair a halo.
I crawled over him, blanketing him with my bigger body, letting him feel my weight.
He wriggled under me as I pinned him. Not like he was truly trying to throw me off, but as if he was testing my solidity.
I kissed his jaw, then turned the kiss into a sharp nip. “All right?”
Wade let out a shaky gasp. “Yeah. That’s good.” As our eyes met, he lifted his chin, giving me better access to his neck.
My wolf sang at the chance to put our fangs on our mate’s throat— Not mate, I corrected. Lover.
Mate. My wolf rose, rumbling a sound like a purr that vibrated from my lips. Wade closed his eyes and turned his head farther to the side.
I ran my teeth lightly along the cord of his neck, pausing where the pulse beat in the big artery.
Ours.
I sucked hard on that pulse point. Wade groaned and arched against my mouth.
I felt his cock stir under my belly. When I had a nice red spot where I wanted it, though it wouldn’t last on a wolf, I moved to Wade’s full lips.
He blinked up at me as we kissed, his blue eyes bleary, the pupils huge.
I moved a hand to his hair and tugged lightly, which got me another groan.
Sliding one knee higher, I rubbed myself against him, the rod of my cock dragging along the groove leading to his hip. His breathing quickened and he gripped my ass, pulling me down over him. His dick began getting back in the game under me.
I raised myself on my hands, meeting his gaze. “You got lotion or something for jerking off?”
“Uh, yeah.” He gestured toward his bedside drawer. I leaned over, dug around, and found a bottle of baby oil. Not my favorite, but it would do. I unscrewed the cap, poured myself a palmful, and set the bottle aside. Wade watched me closely. “What are you going to do?”
“This, for starters.” I reached between us and wrapped my well-oiled hand around him, then eased over until my dick nudged his. I couldn’t close my hand around both of us, but I managed enough to form a slick, hot tunnel, stroking us together through my fist.
“Oh, fuck.” Wade pumped against me into my hand. “That’s good.”
“Mm.” I’d been hard as a rock for too long, and the bump and slide of his cock against mine hurtled me toward the brink. I let go before I hit the point of no return and reached behind myself. “And this.”
Preparing myself was a bit awkward, but I jammed two oil-slick fingers inside, relishing the burn.
My prostate was right there, begging for attention, but this wasn’t the moment to play.
Wait till Wade’s in there. I stretched a bare minimum, then eased my fingers out, rose on my knees, and nudged him. “Scoot over.”
“Huh?” His parted lips and fast breaths were an excuse for his lack of coherence. I loved the flush that rose in mottled scarlet over his chest and neck.
“I need a place to kneel. Slide over or down or something.”
“Oh!” He scrambled off the bed, which, okay, plenty of space.
Since we were doing this the slow way, I grabbed a bit more oil and went to my knees and one elbow, my cheek mashed in the pillow where his scent lay thick, my other hand back at my ass. While Wade watched, I slicked myself some more. His breath rasped in time with the movements of my hand.
I grabbed a tissue off the bedside table, wiped my fingers, and went to hands and knees. Twisting to look over my shoulder, I grinned at him. “Consider this an engraved invitation.”
Wade scrambled onto the bed, positioning himself behind me. He gripped my hips with strong fingers and paused. “How do I…?”
“Like fucking a woman, but a different hole. Come on.”
“You’re not a woman.”
“Damned right, I’m a wolf. Which means you don’t need to be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Wade let go with one hand. I felt the rounded tip of his cock against me, imagined his fist around his shaft, guiding himself to the target.
“Yeah, right there, come on.” I pushed back against him. His cockhead sank past my initial resistance. We both groaned.
The first stretch and sting was like coming home, familiar, a herald of better things.
I bore down as he worked himself deeper.
His cock was plenty hard and thick now, and the baby oil wasn’t the perfect lubrication, but I’d done this with just spit, more than once.
This— Wade working himself inside me, all heat and power and tight grip and panting breath— this sparked every nerve and beat every fantasy I’d ever had.
“Can I…?” Wade filled me to the hilt and froze, tight against my ass.
I took a moment to savor the perfection of this man deep inside me, our bodies melded, his breathing shallow and rapid. I had Wade on the edge, just from the feel of my body, and that was heady power. “Fuck me hard,” I told him, and braced my forearms on the bed.
Wade eased slowly back, my ass clinging to him as if reluctant to let him go.
Then he thrust forward, hard enough to shake the bedframe.
Hard enough to light me up deep inside. I’d be sore but the ache wouldn’t last and right now, I wanted to be fucked so thoroughly we obliterated the boundaries between us.
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Like that.”
Wade growled under his breath and shoved into me again, then again, faster.
I groaned encouragement and he gripped my hips, falling into a rhythm.
Sweat, oil, precum, and my ass remembering how this worked, eased our way.
Wade fucked me hard and fast and deep, the bed thumping in time to our guttural breaths.
Over the white-hot, flaring pleasure, I briefly thought, good thing that’s not a neighbor’s wall, but I couldn’t care about discretion right now.
My cock hung heavy and tight under me. Random brushes against the bedclothes sent electric pulses through my groin but far from enough to get off.
Wade shifted his weight and his next stroke dragged over my prostate at the perfect angle.
“Again.” I worked a hand under myself and got a grip on my aching cock.
Wade pulled me to him, slid deep, and sparks lit my insides, ass to balls to cock.
I yelped and he repeated that angle, shoving harder, faster.
I barely found enough coordination to fist my dick in time, my strokes short and jerky.
Wade drove me higher and higher until I wasn’t sure what part of me would explode first. Every nerve vibrated, strung tight.
Then I crashed over the edge. All that heat and electricity came together and flashed through me, dry tinder catching fire.
I burned, and came with a shout I don’t think I’d ever made before.
Sticky spunk welled through my fist. The feel, the smell, the sloppy sounds overwhelmed all my senses.
Until blinding pleasure reached the edge of pain and I had to let go.
Wade pushed me flat to the mattress, ground his cock deep inside me, and growled as he came, shuddering, filling my ass.
I felt his sharp teeth on my neck, a graze, then a bite.
The pain sparked my pleasure and I trembled through an aftershock.
Scents of sweat and musk and spunk filled the air.
Gradually, Wade slumped onto me, his muscles going lax.
After a minute, he licked where he’d bitten me. I shivered.
“You did like that.” Satisfaction and a bit of smugness threaded Wade’s voice.
“Every moment.” Even the deep ache now as he softened inside me was something I treasured. My body would heal that memento all too soon.
Wade took another minute to rest, snuffling against the skin below my ear, before he eased back and out.
I rolled and grabbed him, hauled him down on top of me before he could get it in his head to move away.
I had a wet spot under me, and the cum in his pubes stuck damp against mine, but who cared.
Wade kissed me, his lips chapped and dry. Then he propped himself on his elbows and looked down at me. “What does your wolf think, when you…?”
“When I take it up the ass?” I smiled up at his serious face. “He’s fine with it. If the man fucking me doesn’t respect me afterward, he’ll eat the guy’s face off.”
“Being on the bottom seems submissive.”
“It could be. The first time I bottomed…” Was I going to tell Wade this story?
Apparently, yes. “I thought letting myself be fucked was going to be submissive. I wanted to play that role. A rebellion of sorts. Alpha had been on one of his rants about some human and started calling him a fairy and a limp-wristed queer and so on. I had to listen and not react, but when he was done, I went out and drove two towns over and found the gay bar. I picked out a big, burly, biker type. Someone who’d top a werewolf and prove a queer human could be, I don’t know, dominant in an important way, I guess.
I figured I’d heal from any pain afterward. ”
“Were you okay? How old were you?”
I chuckled. “Yeah. I was nineteen, and not a virgin in other ways. Already a big guy, but I’d only topped at that point, mostly slim, willowy, effeminate guys.
I’d figured if I associated sex with visibly feminine guys like that, it’d be easier to ignore all the muscular, naked werewolf bodies when we shifted. ”
“Was it?”
“Maybe? I made it through my teens without getting noticed, anyhow.”
“What about the biker?”
“I lucked out.” I closed my eyes, remembering.
I’d been scared, despite my bravado. Not of the pain.
Werewolves handle discomfort easily enough.
But of what someone topping me would mean to me, or to my wolf.
Of freaking out at the wrong moment, or getting angry afterward.
“Dave was strong, but not rough. He insisted on preparing me, even though I told him to just do it. Then, when he was done, and I hadn’t come, although I’d been close, he rolled over, raised his ass, and said, ‘Your turn.’”
“So much for submission?”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t hold back a smile. “Dave taught me sex could just be about what felt good. It said zero about your worth or your rank or your life.”
“Did you ever sleep with him again?” There was a tight note in Wade’s voice.
I squinted up at him. “Sadly, no. One night. He was a biker, passing through, headed for California. I never knew his last name. But it was a hell of a night, and I came out of the experience feeling different, more confident and settled in who I was. Alpha’s rants about queers still bothered me, but I could imagine Dave, and let the insults roll off my back without reacting. ”
Wade bent and kissed me. “I guess I should thank Dave.”
“Me too. I tried to keep him in mind through the years that followed, especially when I topped. Which was still most of the time. He was the first and not the last in my ass, but while it’s not always submissive to bottom, it is vulnerable. I’d only let someone have my ass when I felt safe.”
He kissed me again. “You’re safe with me.”
“I know.” My ass itched, and I squirmed. “Your bed’s a mess. We should sleep, but some cleanup and fresh sheets would be good.”
“You think two guys like us can share this little bed?”
I grinned. “Should be fine if we’re very friendly.” Sex with Wade had been awesome, but orgasm wasn’t the thing I craved most.
So once we’d untangled ourselves, washed in the bathroom, and stripped and remade the bed, I didn’t head to the couch.
I was still naked, but Wade had put on pajama pants.
He rocked his weight from foot to foot, and I wondered if he would suggest sleeping alone.
To forestall him, I lay down, reached for the cotton leg of his pjs, and tugged gently.
“Come on. I’ll scootch over.” I put my back to the wall.
“You can lie in front of me and protect me.”
I hoped that suggestion would fetch him. Wade had always been a protector at heart, of his mom, of his brother and the younger pack boys, and now for this human pack of his. I squeezed tighter against the wall, although there wasn’t a lot I could do about my size, and patted the bed.
Wade lay down in front of me facing away, eased back, and only then seemed to realize that made me the big spoon with my dick against his ass. I was soft right now, but he still froze.
I draped an arm over his ribs and kissed his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.” He didn’t relax, though. “What are we doing, Dustin?”
“Right now, trying to catch some shut-eye.”
“Yeah, but after?”
I didn’t think Wade was ready for life plans, and I had no brainpower left for saying the right things after coming my brains out. “Tomorrow, we dive into your landlord problem. Maybe fuck again. Once we’ve made your people safe, if we can, then we talk some more. That work for you?”
“Yes, Alpha, sir.”
A laugh bubbled inside me. “You still haven’t figured out, if there’s an Alpha between us someday, it’ll be you.”
“What?” Wade wriggled himself over to face me and stared, his blue eyes wide and dark, inches from mine on that narrow bed. “You’re not serious.”
“A whole mix of traits go into making an Alpha. Ability to fight gets you to Second, maybe, but other qualities of leadership and protection put a wolf on top.” Wade’s frown suggested he wasn’t happy with that assessment.
I thumbed the crease between his brows. “Not at age twenty-nine, of course. Don’t worry.
For now, we’re two lone wolves, equal and free.
It’s the American way. If we need rank, someday, we can talk about it then. ” I kissed him.
He huffed like he wanted to argue, but a huge yawn cracked his face.
“Let’s get some sleep,” I told him. “Roll over again so you don’t fall out of bed on your ass.”
Wade grumbled under his breath about delusional but did as I asked, letting me wrap myself around him. My wolf rumbled soft approval, and I fell asleep against the heat of Wade’s back.