Chapter 11 Carter
CARTER
Carter felt wrung out, his body weak from his orgasm and the incredible pleasure Rey had heaped upon him.
No one had ever been so focused on him, which made him feel as though nothing and no one else existed.
He blinked his eyes open heavily when he felt Rey move off the bed, watching as his seductive mate removed the rest of his clothing.
Rey’s cock was so hard, it stood straight out from his body, a red so dark, Carter thought it looked almost painful.
Rey returned to the bed, and Carter expected him to lube up his cock and take his pleasure. But when Rey did nothing more than settle over him and gently brush a hair back from his cheek, Carter’s throat tightened. His heart jumped at the sweet gesture. “Are you ready to be mine?” Rey asked.
He’d already decided to trust Rey, to see where things went, and every time Rey did something else, he showed Carter that he’d made the right choice.
Nodding, Carter carded his fingers through Rey’s hair, dragging the small band out to set it free, the dark locks cascading around them.
The silky strands drifted over Carter’s skin, tickling him slightly, but he wanted to be surrounded by Rey. He wanted to be engulfed by him.
“Yes, Rey. Make me yours,” Carter whispered.
Rey smiled, a smile so full of joy, Carter’s heart clenched even harder.
Grabbing the small bottle on the bed, Rey rose to his knees, spilling some of the liquid onto his cock.
Carter watched Rey stroke himself several times before wiping his hand on the sheet beneath them.
Rey came back down on top of Carter, nudging the head of his cock at Carter’s entrance.
“Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me in.”
Carter reached down to grip the backs of his thighs, widening himself for Rey to sink slowly into him.
Eyes closing, Carter arched his neck into the pillow at the slight burn of being stretched around his mate’s fat shaft.
His fingers dug into his thighs, bracing himself for the pain, but Rey stopped moving, running one palm over Carter’s belly and chest. “Easy, sweetheart. Relax. You’re taking me so well. Just a little more to go.”
By the time Rey fully breached him, sweat covered Carter’s entire body, and it felt as though Rey would punch up into his throat. “S-so big,” Carter mumbled, his body trembling.
No one had ever been so far inside him. He waited for Rey to move, waited for the hard thrusts he expected from his lover, but when Rey finally pulled back, he didn’t slam forward.
No. Rey’s hips undulated in a slow rhythm, and Carter could feel every drag of Rey’s cock along his inner canal.
Every ridge. Every inch. Rey didn’t just focus on the mind-bending pleasure of his length inside of Carter.
He continued to kiss, lick, nip, and suck anywhere his mouth could reach, driving Carter straight out of his mind with lust.
Mindless pleas fell from Carter’s lips, but Rey never changed the intensity, never went faster, and continued to make Carter feel as though they were making love instead of fucking.
“That’s it, little wolf. Give me everything you are,” Rey said, then sucked another bruise over Carter’s heart. “Let me hear how I make you feel.”
Carter’s hands had long ago left the backs of his thighs as he wrapped his legs around Rey’s waist. They gripped the rippling muscles in Rey’s back, but the closer he got to the looming precipice of coming without touch, his fingers curled into those muscles, drawing downward, trying to hold on to his sanity.
Rey hissed when his nails scored the skin of his back.
“Yes, little wolf. Take what you need. Dig them in deeper.”
Rey’s thrusts came a little faster, but still not enough to change their claiming even close to what many considered fucking.
Mindlessly, Carter sunk his nails deeper, not enough to break the skin, but enough to cause Rey’s cock to pulse inside of him.
His mate liked a little pain with his pleasure, apparently, something Carter had never explored before.
Sweat dripped down onto him from Rey’s chin, and Carter leaned up to lap at the droplet still clinging to his skin.
The salty liquid exploded across Carter’s taste buds, and Rey groaned, snaring Carter’s mouth with his in an almost filthy kiss.
Their tongues dueled together, imitating other acts between them.
Rey snapped his hips in a couple of harder jabs but didn’t keep the motion, dropping back to the slower pace.
Their kiss broke only when Carter couldn’t breathe any longer. His chest heaved with gasps for air. “Rey, I’m so close,” he moaned.
“You going to come for me, little wolf?” Rey bit down on Carter’s shoulder where the claiming bite would be, but not enough to break the skin.
Carter keened, his body tightening at the knowledge he’d soon be tied forever to Rey.
“Do it, mate. Come for me. Want to feel you milking my cock,” Rey rasped.
Carter’s entire being shattered, and he tossed his head backward, shouting to the ceiling.
Hot spurts filled the space between their bodies.
He barely heard Rey’s noises of approval, but he felt himself get swept over the edge again when Rey’s sharp canines pierced his skin.
White blanketed his vision, and it felt as though a rubber band had pulled taut and then snapped back together inside of him.
The moment the white cleared, Carter’s wolf surged forward, his jaw clamping down on Rey’s shoulder, returning the bite.
Rey howled as more wet heat flooded Carter’s body.
Rey collapsed on top of Carter, but he still made sure his entire weight didn’t fall on him, his head pillowed on the unmarked side of Carter’s body.
Their bodies heaved with panting breaths, and sweat soaked them and the sheets beneath them.
Carter could feel the stickiness of his release between their bodies.
They’d have to move soon, but Carter didn’t want to.
Ever. He stroked his fingers along Rey’s cheek and up into his hair.
Never in all his daydreams about his mate had Carter ever imagined such a tender, sweet, passionate claiming.
No one had ever made him feel so treasured and, dare he say it, loved.
He wasn’t na?ve enough to believe Rey already loved him, but he couldn’t stop the damn hope in his chest that Rey could love him.
No one except his family had ever loved him.
Family was one thing, but the love of a mate?
Carter trembled, his throat thickening. Terror settled into his chest.
If Rey ever decided Carter wasn’t worth loving, it would break him more than anyone ever had. He wouldn’t survive.
“You okay, little wolf?” Rey asked, lifting his head to stare down into Carter’s face. Concern twisted his features. He cupped Carter’s cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Carter’s cheekbone. He did that a lot, and it was something Carter cherished. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Carter frowned and shook his head. “No. You didn’t hurt me. That was…”
Rey smiled, tenderness showing in his expression. “Amazing? Beautiful? Everything you ever dreamed of?”
A blush stained Carter’s cheeks, but he didn’t hide from Rey’s gaze. “Yes, and so much more.”
The tender glance deepened, and Rey leaned in to kiss him, soft and chaste.
There was no passion in it. Just a kiss of affection.
A loud growl from Carter’s stomach ruined the moment, though, and the flush on Carter’s face grew brighter.
Rey chuckled. “First day home and I’m already failing as a mate.
Couldn’t wait and feed you before jumping your sexy body. ”
“You aren’t failing as a mate!” Carter protested. His mate had already shown him how different an actual relationship could be. If anyone called Rey a poor mate, they’d answer to him. “I am just as guilty of wanting you to jump me.”
Rey gripped Carter’s thigh and gave a light squeeze. “Up, mate. Let’s go get cleaned up and then I’ll make something for us.”
They rolled out of bed, but it was another half hour before they meandered downstairs to the kitchen.
Their shower was meant to be quick, but Rey hadn’t been able to stop touching him.
It caused butterflies in Carter’s belly and his heart to swell with warmth.
They hadn’t had sex again, but they were both hard once more by the time they left the shower stall.
Rey pulled on a soft white t-shirt and a pair of joggers, while Carter dressed in a light green t-shirt with a pair of nylon basketball shorts.
He didn’t like wearing pants much. Work always forced him to, but he preferred shorts.
They were a lot less restrictive. Rey set about making each of them a couple of thick turkey, ham and cheese sandwiches while Carter grabbed a head of lettuce from the veggie bin to make a couple of side salads. “Can we go for a run later?”
“Are you sure you aren’t too tired?” Rey asked, glancing at Carter in worry.
“No. I’m feeling great! Is it too late to go?
Do you not run at night? I know it’s almost midnight, but I don’t know if there is anything to be afraid of.
Oh, maybe bears? Do you have bears here?
What about natural wolves? Cougars? Mountain lions?
Wait, is that where the line lions and tigers and bears comes from?
I’ve always—” Rey cut Carter off by setting two fingers over Carter’s lips.
“It’s no more dangerous than any other woods. There are things to be watchful for. We have a lot of ravines and cliffs here. Running without being familiar with the area is not a good idea.” He gave Carter a stern look. “I’d rather you only go with me until you learn your way around, okay?”
Carter nodded.