11. Archie
ARCHIE
Walter was in my arms, but it wasn’t a dream.
During the long years apart, I’d never dared imagine us being together, but when I slept, my subconscious took no notice of my fears.
His warm naked body was pressed against me, and I inhaled his scent, the one that had captured and claimed me in Pops’s store. I’d memorized this moment as an artist would and stored it away so I could bring it up anytime.
“Is this it?” His lips were at the base of my throat, and I shivered as his breath fanned over me.
“Huh?” That was all I could get out because his scent was so intoxicating it was befuddling my brain.
“I take my clothes off and you stare at the shower.” He leaned away and looked into my eyes. “Somehow I imagined a little of this and that.”
This and that, gods, my cock swelled as I pictured what that meant. Placing my mouth on his ear, I whispered, “You thought about us? About a moment like this?”
“I… ummm…” His voice caught in his throat.
“You did, didn’t you?”
Walter’s ears turned pink and warmth crawled over his skin. He ducked his head but not fast enough to hide the color spreading across his cheeks. I pursed my lips to tamp down a smile.
I nuzzled his throat and enjoyed the goosebumps trailing over his soft skin. “Me too.”
He scowled, and with his brow furrowed, he hissed, “Stop teasing me.”
“Never. Not ever ever ever. Not in a million years.”
Walter side-eyed me before kissing my cheek. “Fine, I guess we’ll have to battle it out for eternity.”
I hefted him up, and he squealed. “Eternity sounds pretty good.”
He rolled his eyes. “If you say so.”
Placing him on the bathroom floor, I asked if the tiles were too cold.
He tilted his head and closed one eye. “Why would that matter?”
I shrugged. “There are different kinds of cold, but I’m hoping one kind has been banished.”
He ruffled my hair. “I think I know what you’re talking about.” He put a finger to my lips. “Let’s leave that in the past.”
Neither of us spoke, and I pictured the cold shattering like ice and the jagged pieces flinging themselves out the window before melting on the ground.
I turned on the water, and with one hand around Walter, I tested it, making sure it was the right temperature.
A smile tugged at his lips, and when I raised a brow, he said, “Not too hot or too cold. It’s just how I like it.” He kissed the end of my nose, and I guided him under the water.
Watching the water droplets stream over his skin, I had the urge to get naked and take him to bed. But despite me needing and wanting him, this should be a tender moment where I tended to him and got rid of that other man’s scent.
Walter took the sponge and squirted shower gel on it. He held it out. “Over to you, as you’re the one who thinks I smell.”
“That’s not—”
He shushed me with a finger to my lips. “You’d better not mess up that fancy suit,” he told me as he fingered the lapel.
I shucked my clothes in record time, and Walter lowered his eyes to my crotch.
His lips parted, and I caught a glimpse of the tip of his tongue.
I froze as I held the sponge, and shower gel dribbled onto Walter’s chest and mingled with the water trickling over his wet skin and lower to his happy trail.
Struggling to breathe, I pictured Walter on my bed, his legs splayed and his finger penetrating his hole, telling me to hurry up.
“Hurry up.” He placed a hand on my chest. “Is something wrong?”
The warmth from his skin generated heat on mine, despite the water, and I glanced down, expecting a scorch mark.
“Nope.”
I got behind him but not close enough so we were touching.
He peered over his shoulder, locking his eyes on mine as I placed the sponge on his skin and traced it around his nipple.
Walter flung his hand back, grabbed my hair and tugged hard.
We both moaned, and I tweaked his other nipple as pain combined with pleasure.
“More, please,” he begged.
As I caressed him with the sponge and made circles around his belly button, his head fell onto my shoulder, and I kissed his brow. I stroked him with the sponge, down his spine to his butt, and he gasped when I parted his legs and grazed his balls.
“Do I still smell like someone else?” He pressed his wet body against me, and blood rushed to my arousal, swelling it further.
“I still have work to do.” Every pass of the sponge took a little more of the other man off him and gave me back my Walter.
With a hand on his waist, I steered the sponge over his hip, massaging his skin until I reached his length. I slid it from base to tip and back as his cock responded.
“Do you like that?”
“Mmmm.” He yanked my hair again, and I relished the sharp pain that wasn’t hurt but want.
I dropped the sponge, and we both peered at it, being pelted by the water.
“Oops.” Wrapping my arms around him, I took hold of his length. His body heaved against mine when I slid my clenched hand over the shaft.
Walter raised both arms over his shoulders and curled them around my neck. He spoke against my wet skin and asked if he could have more.
“I love your hands on me, but I need something in me.”
“As in—”
“Your cock in my hole.” He twisted around. “No more wasted time, Archie. Life is short, and we’ve been apart for too long. I want you.”
I nudged the shower off and lay him on the bed.
He got up on both elbows. “I’m slippery and wet.” He splayed a hand on his belly. “The sheets are wet.”
“I only care if you’re wet somewhere else.”
Walter narrowed his eyes, stirring desire in my center and sending it surging through my veins. He spread his legs just like that image I had of him. He prodded around his hole and shoved in two fingers. Pulling them out, he held them up to the light.
He tilted his head and raised a brow.
Taking deep breaths to calm my nerves and desire, I sat on the edge of the bed, but Walter crawled over the mattress and straddled me. With his arms draped over my shoulders, he swayed his hips and his thighs brushed over my length.
He dug his nails into my shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
Heat prickled over my skin, and I blinked away the sweat trickling into my eyes.
With both hands on him, I pulled him onto me, and my cock slid into his hole.
And not just the tip. Walter slammed himself onto me, taking in my length.
We both panted, and I gripped his hips as his head fell forward and rested on my shoulder.
Walter heaved his head up, and he wriggled his butt, making my body tingle.
He gave me a lopsided smile which hinted of playfulness and hauled his body up so only the tip of me remained inside him.
Having been sheathed inside for such a short time, I missed him already, and I pulled him down again so I was cocooned within him.
“You’re a rogue.”
“Nah.” I squeezed the soft flesh on his butt. “I’m just needy for you.”
Walter rocked back and forth, sending sparks shooting through me. If he continued like this, I couldn’t last, so I pulled him close.
“You can’t do this. Not yet.”
“Oh, you want me to ride you a while longer?” There was that wicked grin again.
At the word “ride,” I jerked him up, and he whimpered, “That feels lonely.” He fell onto me, taking the whole of me inside him. “But the hellos outweigh the goodbyes.”
With a hand on the back of his head, I pulled him close and pecked his lips.
He parted them, allowing my tongue to slide inside.
His tongue curled around mine, and finally, that connection we shared had found a home, right beside my heart.
I understood where I was supposed to be. And it was right here with my mate.
But Walter pulled away, and I grabbed him, not wanting to let go.
He got on his knees and fell on my cock.
We both moaned, and his come-hither eyes had me holding him tightly.
I was feeling something after all those years, and not just anything, but the most profound love.
I wanted a long life together to love and cherish him.
With his hands on my shoulders, Walter lifted himself, leaving the head of my cock inside me. He rocked back and forth but didn’t take me in. I was aching for him, wanting to fill and stretch him
“Now who’s teasing?”
"Ummm.” He glanced up then to the left and right. “That would be me.”
I yanked him down, and he yelped. I walked my fingers over his length, and he shivered.
“Fuck my dick and fuck my hole.”
My fingers curled around his length, and I pumped him as my cock slid in and out of his channel.
“Gods, yes.” Walter’s head was back, his chest and face were flushed, and sweat slid down to the dark patch of curly hair. “Pound into me, Archie. I want to feel more, all of it.”
As I pumped and plowed into him, he cried, “So good,” and I whispered, “I’ve got you.”
Pressure was building, I could feel my climax nudging me, and my breathing sped up.
I wanted to claim this man but needed his permission.
I held him tight with one hand and tugged his cock with the other.
Our bodies shuddered and our breathing became erratic, and there were only whimpers and moans, no words.
Walter wailed that he was close, and I told him to let go. I wanted to see him drowning in the pleasure of being with me. His body spasmed, he told me he couldn’t hold on. Sweat sprayed from his hair and face onto me as he threw his head back and yelled, “Yes!”
Cum spurted over me, and my hand fell away from his cock as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on his hips.
Desire forced my eyes closed, but his scent was all around me.
I pulled him onto me one last time, and cum spurted into him.
I no longer had the strength to hold him, and his body toppled onto me, forcing me back on the mattress.
We lay holding one another, our breathing mimicking each other’s, until Walter lifted his head.
His eyes grew wide. I knew that look. It was passion mingling with ancient knowledge.
But he didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t let him do this.
I grabbed him, but he was too fast, and he sank his teeth into me.
He didn’t understand, but as my knot swelled, the thread that connected us, that fate had sent in motion, needed to be completed. I took what was mine and raked my wolf’s claws over my mate’s shoulder.
We were marked mates.