Chapter 9 Carter
CARTER
As Carter had prepared for bed, his mind started running.
Would Rey want to claim him tonight? He knew Rey had said something about not claiming him until they were in his bed, but he couldn’t miss the lust Rey reeked of whenever they were close to each other.
Then he started thinking about the last few times Darryl had fucked him.
His ex hadn’t been the gentlest, and even though Carter had told him he wasn’t interested, Darryl hadn’t cared.
The encounters with Darryl had left him aching for days afterward.
Carter worried Rey would be rougher than he wanted.
Then, of course, shame bit deep because he’d once again compared Rey to his bastard of an ex.
And then there was the possibility of him freaking out when Rey tried to have sex with him.
Darryl’s fingers digging into his shoulders and hips had left behind bruises for a couple of days.
His shifter healing had caused them to fade quickly, but they’d still hurt until they had.
He didn’t look at Rey as he left the bathroom and got into bed, lying on his back stiffly.
Through the partially open door, he heard the water in the sink running and a toothbrush scrubbing teeth.
When Rey came out, he stiffened even more upon seeing Rey clad in only boxer briefs.
Yes, they’d been intimate in the forest, but there’d been no penetration.
Carter had been too into the feel of Rey’s hands and lips on his body to wallow in the memories of his ex. But now…
Rey settled into bed next to him and gathered him close, wrapping his muscular arms around him. “What’s wrong?”
Closing his eyes tight, Carter bit his lips. He hated how needy and whiny he’d been since meeting Rey. This wouldn’t be any different. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” Rey said near his ear, his chest rumbling with his deep tone.
Carter buried his face against Rey’s bare chest. Rey ran a palm down Carter’s back; the motion was meant to be comforting. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t fix it, Carter. Did I scare you?”
“No,” he muttered into Rey’s chest, breathing in his mate’s scent. The warmth from Rey’s skin seared into Carter’s cheek and forehead. He didn’t think he’d have to worry about being cold in Senaka if Rey gave off that kind of heat normally.
“Then tell me what’s wrong. You’re uncomfortable.”
“Ar-are you going to cl-claim me tonight?” Carter asked, his voice trembling with his fears.
Rey stroked his fingers through Carter’s hair. “No, not tonight, sweetheart. I want us to be in my bed and to take my time with you. Are you afraid to be claimed?”
He didn’t want to tell Rey any more about Darryl. He had already suffered enough humiliation. “No.”
“Then why are you so tense?”
“I’m not tense.”
“Don’t lie to me, Carter.” Rey rolled the two of them until he hovered over Carter, keeping his weight off him. “Is this something to do with your ex?”
Carter stiffened again. Rey leaned down and trailed his lips over Carter’s cheek, pressing light kisses to Carter’s lips, chin, and temple. “Did he do something to you, little wolf?”
“Please stop,” Carter said. “Just… I…”
“Shh, relax, my mate. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. Talk to me. Please.”
Haltingly, Carter gave a stunted version of his last few times in bed with Darryl, leaving out specifics, but not the way he’d hurt Carter.
Rage built in Rey’s eyes, and he let loose a slew of curses.
“Fucking son of a bitch! I’m so sorry that happened to you, little wolf.
I wish I’d found you sooner. I wish I’d come to the summit last time.
None of this ever would have happened to you. ”
The anguish in Rey’s eyes caught Carter by surprise, and he reached out to touch Rey’s cheek. “It’s not your fault, Rey. It’s mine. I never should have trusted him.”
Rey nuzzled into Carter’s touch, the sorrow in his dark eyes not dulling. “No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it on my life. We’ll take everything slowly, sweetheart. Whatever pace you need.”
Carter drew Rey down for a kiss, not wanting his big, gorgeous mate to feel any guilt over what happened to him.
It wasn’t his fault. How could it be? He’d remained behind during the last summit to help protect the pack.
Carter couldn’t blame him for not finding him sooner. Rey hadn’t even known he existed yet.
Their tongues dueled in a gentle, gliding motion.
Rey didn’t rush or increase the pressure of the kiss.
He kept it soft, the moist wetness of the kiss loud in Carter’s ears.
Carter’s cock perked up, hardening quickly and pressing at the front of the shorts he wore.
Rey gave a small rock of his hips, allowing a slight friction between them.
Then Rey broke the kiss, mouthing along Carter’s chin down to his throat, where he lapped at Carter’s Adam’s apple and to the hollow at the base of Carter’s throat.
Carter’s stomach muscles tightened as heat spiraled through him, down to his groin, causing his cock to twitch. Rey slipped a hand beneath the hem of Carter’s t-shirt, flattening his palm onto Carter’s belly. “Take this off,” Rey snarled. “Need to feel your skin.”
He wiggled until he could slide the shirt over his head, flushing when Rey’s gaze fairly devoured him.
The red hue trickled down his throat to his chest—a fact that Carter had always cursed, but Rey didn’t seem to care.
He leaned in and licked, nipped, and sucked anywhere his lips could touch.
Carter’s entire body trembled with need by the time Rey’s mouth met his belly button, his tongue darting into the little circle of flesh, imitating a much more intimate action.
Moaning, Carter tossed his head against the pillow, pleasure singing along his nerves. He couldn’t stifle a gasp when cool air hit the heated length of his dick. Rey slid the shorts down until they were just beneath his balls, lifting them closer to his cock. “Beautiful, little wolf.”
Carter’s cock wasn’t anywhere near as large as Rey’s.
Pink and slender with a faintly darker flushed head, it was about six inches long.
When Rey’s tongue flicked over the tip, Carter jolted in shock.
Darryl had never sucked him and almost never touched him during their encounters.
If Carter didn’t jerk himself off or come while Darryl fucked him, he didn’t get to climax.
A cry left Carter when Rey took the head into his mouth.
He grabbed hold of the sheets beneath him, twisting his fingers in them, tightening until the knuckles turned white.
Rey’s mouth slid farther down. Tight, wet pressure covered the entire length of his prick, a sensation Carter had experienced only a few times in his life.
The sucking heat traversed back to the head of his shaft as Rey withdrew, his tongue swirling around the head, then Rey drove back to the base.
Rey brought one hand to Carter’s testicles, fondling them with a careful touch and adding to the multitude of sensations bombarding Carter’s body. “Rey, oh, god, Rey.”
Humming vibrated through Carter’s cock, wrenching a loud groan from him, his hips thrusting up of their own accord.
Rey pinned him to the bed with his other hand, never stopping the sucking or caressing of his sac.
Each time he felt himself enter Rey’s throat, Carter couldn’t prevent the babbling noises of pleasure leaving him.
No one had ever made him feel this way before.
They’d always been a cursory suckle, then straight to the act of fucking or Carter going down on them.
A whine of distress left him when Rey popped off his cock, but Rey only smirked at him, gazing up toward him as he latched on to one of Carter’s balls, pulling it into his mouth. Toes curling, Carter’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, lightning racing along his spine. “Rey, I-I… I’m gonna—”
“No, little wolf, not yet,” Rey said after releasing Carter’s sac. He gripped the base of Carter’s cock, stifling his urge to orgasm. When Carter almost sobbed, Rey grinned at him. “I’ll let you come, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
Rey traced the path of the pulsing vein along the bottom of Carter’s shaft to the head, curling his tongue around the cut tip in a soft caress and drawing it into his mouth again.
Pure fire rippled through Carter, his entire body shaking from the sensations flooding him.
But Rey didn’t stop there. He swallowed Carter’s entire dick while stroking his palms along Carter’s abs, stomach, and up to his chest, where he plucked Carter’s sensitive nipples several times.
Shouting, Carter couldn’t hold still, his hips thrusting upward, chasing more of the wet heat surrounding his cock.
Nothing had ever felt so good before. He’d had sex many times in his life, but no one had ever devoured his body so hungrily.
No one had ever taken the time to indulge in his pleasure, only seeking their own.
Carter wasn’t sure how much longer he could last or if he’d survive the pure heaven of Rey’s mouth and hands on him.
Incoherent noises escaped Carter. “R-Rey, I ca-can’t.”
Rey hummed around Carter’s cock, never changing the suction, seeming to savor every glide of Carter’s shaft over his tongue and down his throat.
Carter alternated between closing his eyes to lose himself to Rey’s mouth and wanting to watch his mate sucking him off.
He could feel his balls pulling tighter to the base of his shaft.
This time Rey didn’t make a move to stop his approaching orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” Carter moaned.