Chapter Nine
Notalus
Who’s Nurturing Your Harvest?
“I don’t think we need to do that here… or now.
I’m hungry, and I’m sure Henry has gotten word that I was hurt in the storm and has sent over some food.
” Dustin enticingly ran the back of his hand down one side of Notalus’ robe.
“Then I thought we could go for a walk around the new cabbage fields. We have four varieties this year.”
“A walk around your harvest sounds enchanting.” Notalus placed delicate kisses along Dustin’s temple and across his forehead before he loosened the drawstring on his sweats.
Notalus wondered what kind of an immature recreant of a man would recoil away from a hard, thick cock?
One who can’t take one, that’s who. “But first… show me.”
Dustin turned his face toward the sky and pulled the front of his pants out so Notalus could see. “As long as you don’t laugh or balk and say, ‘Yikes,’ like the last guy, I think I can handle just about anything.”
“Now, why in all of the heavens would I do that?” Notalus gazed down into Dustin’s pants at the thick cock that was bulging his trousers and growing down his thigh.
And growing… and growing. Notalus hummed in satisfaction before he lowered to his knees.
The stare Dustin gave him was full of disbelief… and overwhelming need.
Without thought, Notalus buried his face in the dense bush at the base of Dustin’s swollen rod and inhaled until he was dizzy on his potent alpha pheromones.
He pulled on Dustin’s sweats until they were around his ankles and gazed up into wide, lust-filled eyes.
Dustin gave Notalus an expression that begged him to appreciate what he had to offer, not ridicule it.
Notalus could show him better than he could tell him. Still holding their connection, Notalus held Dustin’s hips and opened his mouth wide. He took Dustin into his mouth and swallowed him to the hilt, pressing his nose deep into his bristly pubic hairs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dustin shouted so loud Notalus wondered if the pack heard them from miles away.
Strong hands dove into his hair and gripped him tightly as Notalus pulled back as slowly as he dared, only to take it all down his throat again.
Notalus wanted to lift his tunic and pull the front of his linen pants to his thighs, but he needed to focus on Dustin and give him all the pleasure he’d been deprived of.
Notalus was leaking in his slacks, believing he could come untouched with how excited he was.
Never had he wanted a mortal so desperately that he was willing to say damn to the consequences and risk.
This man-wolf-god tasted of too many delicious combinations for him to savor all at once; he needed a lot more time with him.
Notalus’ eyes were rolling behind their sockets at the heft and goodness pressing on his tongue and stretching his throat.
“Notalus, my god,” Dustin gasped, his face a contortion of bliss and torture.
Every nerve and cell in Notalus’ body strained toward the man he had pinned to the tree.
Dustin’s praise was ambrosia to his soul.
Notalus wrapped one hand around all of that girth while he cupped Dustin’s heavy sac in the other.
His mouth was full. Dustin hadn’t exaggerated his gift—the man had a cock fit for a titan.
Notalus moaned and sucked on the head as if begging for his seed, milking it from him with strong pulls, his jaws working hard to give Dustin an orgasm that would make up for all the bullshit those weak men put him through.
“Mmmm,” Notalus groaned as a sweet drop of precome slid down his tongue.
“Fuck, I’m ‘bout to come, Notalus.” Dustin bowed over him and moaned into the top of his head, pulling and tangling his fingers in the length of his hair as he hollered Notalus’ name before he came down his throat, his big body seizing and spasming on top of him.
Notalus drained Dustin for all that he had and still didn’t want to rise from his knees.
For now, he simply savored the clasp Dustin had around him and the moans he’d been able to wrench from his core.
His dick was infuriated with him for being ignored, but this wasn’t about him; this was about showing Dustin that he should be admired and revered by the gods.
Notalus had never suffered the kind of abuse Dustin had from his lovers.
They’d all been compassionate, giving, and eager to please.
He’d give so much more than that to Dustin over time if he would allow him.
Notalus stood and allowed Dustin to lean heavily against him as he nuzzled into the bend of his neck. “Now you know… it definitely wasn’t you, handsome. It was them.”
Dustin was still trying to catch his breath when Notalus asked, “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to see my home?”
Dustin hummed with contentment as he tucked himself away and righted his clothes. With his arms wrapped firmly around Notalus’ waist beneath his heavy robe, he answered him with exhilaration lacing his voice, “I absolutely meant it. I would love to see where you live, Notalus.”
Notalus held Dustin’s cheeks and tilted his face to his, kissing his chin, then his mouth, before it deepened into something magical and soothing.
Dustin took control of the kiss, and there was something so primal and possessive and also tender that it touched Notalus in places he’d closed off forever ago.
After several moments, Notalus slowly eased the kiss to an end.
“Come home with me, Dustin. Let me take you to the Realm of Autumn.” Where you belong.
Dustin
Dustin paused at the seriousness in Notalus’ glare. “Shit. You mean like…”
“Right now. Yes.” Notalus had his big arms draped over his shoulders, their foreheads together, while Dustin got lost staring at Notalus’ mouth.
His cheek was caressed gently while Notalus seemed to wait for an answer, but how the hell was he supposed to have a rational thought in his mind two minutes after that unbelievable blowjob?
His head was still reeling, and the blood flow was just now recirculating to his brain.
Dustin bit down on his bottom lip. “Jesus… why the urgency? How about at the end of the week?”
Notalus was already shaking his head no, his grip tightening around him as if he thought Dustin was about to run away.
“I have responsibilities with the pack, Notalus. I can’t just up and leave on a whim, no matter how enticing,” Dustin reminded him.
“I understand your duties and loyalty to the pack, sweet mortal. But this is the Volkovs’ land, not yours. You are an alpha that has been forced to suppress the most important part of yourself. You are a…”
Dustin cocked his head to the side. “I’m a what?”
“Come to Fhomhair with me, Dustin, without delay… there’s something very special I want to show you.”
“I don’t think there’s anywhere you can go that I won’t follow you right now, Notalus, but what about my crops? They’ll die without my care.”
“They will not, I can assure you.” Notalus gazed down the mountain toward the cabins, so far off in the distance they looked like toys. “You have served this pack faithfully, but your talents are stunted here.”
“I don’t want them to be without if I leave.”
Notalus sighed. “Your loyalty is admirable, and I understand the pull on your heart to what you are leaving behind. Understand I’m not trying to remove you from it; I am trying to take you to where it is all born.
The pack will not be deprived of your blessings.
I can promise that to you. But there’s a bigger calling for you, Dustin Constus Hill, and it’s about time that you answered. ”
Dustin could think of a million things he’d need to tie up before he could go on a trip. And for how long? “What about my—”
“What about your heart, what about your soul? What of your mind, Dustin?” Notalus stroked his palm over Dustin’s short hair, stopping and holding him at the back of his neck.
His touch was so strong, comforting, and non-challenging that Dustin couldn’t help but lean in and agree to it all.
His wolf wasn’t putting up a fight either.
“You saw the other shifters—even your farmhands were outside dancing in the fields with their mates and rejoicing at what you gave them… while you were in your home, hurt for caring more than they did.”
Dustin didn’t want to think of just how many times he’d been left late in the fields by himself while his hands went home to their mates.
“You are a very special mortal, Dustin, and you have a unique gift within, but it has to be nurtured as well. Just like your gardens. It’s time someone sowed seed back into you, Dustin.”
“I will go with you.” It didn’t take Notalus to convince him long. Dustin had been in the giving capacity for so long he’d forgotten what it was like to receive nurturing. He wanted all Notalus had to show… and give him.
Notalus was ready to leave from the very spot they’d been standing, but Dustin wanted to at least tell his good friend Mark that he was leaving for a while and that he wanted him to take over his job and make Jerry and his brother the foremen.
They had more than enough help and experience to do the job; they just wouldn’t have Dustin micromanaging them anymore.
On the walk back to the pack lands, Notalus answered his thousands of questions about where exactly the Realm of Autumn was and how they were getting there.
Dustin stressed that he’d never been in an airplane or even a building taller than ten stories.
Wolves didn’t do flying. But Notalus contended that the leap would be fast and painless, albeit a little strange at first. Apparently, the immortal realm was through a portal in the sky, not in the heavens.
Dustin continued to fire rapid questions at him, curious as to what and who was in the immortal realm and whether he would even be accepted.
Would he be stared at like an alien or cursed out like they did tourists that came to New York?
“You, they will adore.” Notalus smiled.
They were almost to the clearing when Notalus flung his arms out in front of him as if he was shooing away squirrels and sent a gust of wind to open a path for them to walk through.
Dustin enjoyed the view as Notalus walked a few steps ahead, his thick, silky mane flowing sexily atop his emerald robe.
Dustin was trying to absorb all that had happened to him in the last twelve hours.
Hell, in the last hour. He’d had a titan on his knees with his cock down his throat, taking all of him in a way he didn’t believe possible.
Dustin stood taller, his spine ramrod straight, his head high when he fell in step beside Notalus.
Heads turned and jaws dropped as Notalus stopped them midway to Dustin’s cabin and pulled him into his chest and kissed him hard and possessively on his mouth.
Wolf whistles and catcalls rose around them, but Notalus didn’t stop as his robe wrapped around them like a cocoon.
They’d returned to the same scene of people partying and loving on each other.
A few of the betas were preparing a run, and they all knew what kind of celebration came after that.
Dustin smiled against Notalus’ mouth. He wouldn’t be here alone while the others enjoyed themselves. He was ready. “Okay. We can go now.”
“What’s going on, boss man? Where you been? The party is in full swing now,” Joseph said with a plastic cup of probably beer in his hand.
Notalus unwrapped them.
Dustin sucked his teeth. When have they ever known me to party? They were more than likely inviting Notalus. Heaven knows there were enough men and women staring appreciatively at him as he stood off a ways.
“Guys. I’m going to go home with Notalus for a while, but—”
“Go home where? For how long?” Mark blurted.
Dustin put his hand up to fend off the other two before they could ask anything too. “I’m going to visit his home in the immortal realm.”
Jerry’s blue eyes got as wide as silver dollars. “Holy freaking shit, man. Is that even safe?”
Dustin scoffed. “It’s Notalus’ home. I’m sure I’ll be fine. And I don’t know when I’m coming back… but it won’t be too long.”
The three of his hands turned and glanced in Notalus’ direction and then back to Dustin and scoffed in unison. “No, you won’t be back.”
Jerry laughed and clamped Dustin on his shoulder. “Dude, get a clue. We can smell you on him. Y’all were out there getting it on.”
Dustin’s neck turned hot despite the cool breeze blowing around them.
Mark shot Dustin an encouraging look, silently asking if it went okay. He was the only one that was ever sympathetic to the rumors about Dustin and his bed partners. Dustin was sure Mark was able to understand what the wide grin stretching his face meant.
Joseph pointed at Notalus’ broad back. “Why oh why would you come back here when you could stay with that.”
Good point. But Dustin didn’t want to be presumptuous; it was just a trip. He thought.