Darkest Hour Before Dawn

by Charlie Cochet

  "Yes?" Seb's voice was low and husky with anticipation. Hudson ran his hands down Seb's biceps before he reached down between them to palm Seb's hard dick, drawing a gasp from him.

  "I need you to put this stunning cock inside me. Now. I want it hard and deep. I want you to fuck me until I scream your name."

  Seb cursed under his breath before covering Hudson's mouth with his. A violent fire roared from deep inside him, rushing through every nerve, every cell. He ground his hips against Hudson's, lacing their fingers together as he sucked on Hudson's tongue, then lower lip, their breaths hot and panting as Hudson arched up against Seb as if he were trying to merge them into one. Seb's skin burned, his blood ready to boil as he grabbed a pillow, his mouth still on Hudson's, and lifted his hips just enough for Hudson to do the same so Seb could shove the pillow under him.

  Hudson's body trembled as if he might fall apart if Seb didn't fuck him this very instant. Seb replaced his lips with two of his fingers, moaning at the decadent sight of Hudson wantonly sucking Seb's fingers into his mouth, his tongue circling them, his penetrating blue eyes on Seb. He'd never seen anything more sinful.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Seb pulled his fingers out and placed them to Hudson's hole, his eyes never leaving Hudson's face as he circled the rim before gently pushing in. Hudson gasped, and Seb carefully worked Hudson's tight muscles, groaning at the anticipation of what it would feel like to bury himself to the hilt.

  Hudson trembled and moaned beneath him, his face flushed crimson and his luscious kiss-swollen lips parted as his head fell back. Seb had never seen anything so bewitching. Seb pushed his fingers in to the knuckle and changed his angle, smiling when Hudson cried out.

  "Sebastian," Hudson pleaded, his fingers digging into Seb's biceps.

  Seb kissed him hard, tongues wrestling, teeth scraping together as he removed his fingers and threw a hand out to the bed where he knew the lube was. He flicked a nail under the lip of the lid and popped the cap open. He turned the tube in his hand, squeezed, and took hold of his cock with his lubed hand. He stroked himself, spreading the thick lube over his cock before placing the head to Hudson's entrance.

  "Tell me you're mine," Seb demanded, his brow beaded with sweat as he restrained from plunging in. Hudson squirmed beneath him, letting out a huff.

  "Sebastian, please."

  "Tell me," Seb growled, enjoying the way Hudson shivered beneath him.

  "I'm yours. I've always been yours."

  "And you always will be," Seb said before sucking in a sharp breath as he pushed inside Hudson. It had been so long for Hudson, and Seb refused to hurt him. "Oh fuck, baby, you're so tight."

  "I didn't want anyone else inside me. Just you, darling."

  "Just me. Only ever me," Seb said through his teeth, then released a growl as he breached the ring of muscle, sitting balls-deep inside Hudson. "Fuck."

  "Please do," Hudson said with a breathless laugh.

  Seb grinned wickedly. "You got it." He pulled out and plunged in deep, making Hudson cry out. God, how he loved that sound. It lit him up from the inside out, and he burned to hear it again and again. Seb snapped his hips, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, of Hudson's moans, curses, and pleas for more. Hudson dug his fingers into Seb's asscheeks as he pushed up with every thrust, meeting Seb's. So many nights dreaming of this, and now he had Hudson in his arms, begging, writhing, giving himself to Seb completely.

  Hudson's nails scraped down Seb's back, and Seb relished the sting. He wrapped Hudson in his arms, ravishing his mouth as he pulled Hudson up with him. He turned and sat against the headboard. He murmured into Hudson's ear. "Show me how much you want my dick."

  Seb reached up with both hands and took hold of the headboard. He might be bigger than Hudson, but Hudson was a Therian. He was stronger than most gave him credit for, evident by the sculpted body he hid behind his posh manner and geek-chic wardrobe. More importantly, his Lobito hid a tempestuous streak that burned molten, and it burned for Seb alone.

  Hudson put his hands on Seb's shoulders, his pupils dilated to the point his blue eyes looked black. He pulled up, and impaled himself down on Seb's cock.

  "Fuck!"

  Hudson's smile was sinful as he drove down onto Seb over and over, his nails scraping down Seb's chest, leaving a sharp sting and red marks that would take days to subside. Hudson bounced and fucked himself on Seb's cock before he tweaked Seb's nipples, then leaned in to suckle on one, then the other. Seb cursed under his breath, holding on to the headboard like it was a lifeline. Hudson alternated between rotating his hips and impaling his body, his skin glistening with sweat, his hair falling over his brow. His lips were swollen and pink from being kissed, his skin flushed, and the sounds he was making as he fucked himself on Seb's dick and stroked his cock pushed Seb over the edge.

  With a roar, Seb threw his arms around Hudson and jerked him back, thrusting his hips up into Hudson's tight heat, determined to make his little wolf lose the last of his sanity. Seb thrust up into him, slamming his groin against Hudson's ass, his cock hitting Hudson's prostate.

  "Seb!" Hudson gasped, his fingers tugging on Seb's hair.

  "That's it, Lobito. Feel me. It's my dick inside you. It'll be yours in my mouth later. I love the taste of your cock on my tongue, love the way you fuck my mouth, love taking that sweet dick down my throat."

  "Oh fuck, fucking fuck. Fuck!" Hudson cried out, his orgasm rushing out of him, and in turn his ass squeezed Seb's cock. Seb's release rolled through him like a tsunami, and he threw back his head, his eyes closed as a feral roar tore from his lips, his come coating the inside of Hudson's tight channel. Seb gripped Hudson to him as the tremors worked through his body before his muscles relaxed, and he was grateful for Hudson's weight on him. He might just float away otherwise.

  Hudson snuggled close, his head on Seb's shoulder as he traced shapes on Seb's skin. He kissed Seb's jaw. "So... you were saying something about bottoming?"

  Seb laughed. He kissed Hudson before he had to come up for breath.

  "Maybe, when I can move again," Hudson said through a sated sigh. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, his words almost a whisper. "I'm sorry it took me so long." He pulled away enough to cup Seb's face. "I thought I was doing what was best for us, but I was wrong. This is what's best. What's always been best for us. I love you so much, Sebastian."

  Realization of what was happening finally sank in, and Seb ran a hand over Hudson's head, unable to believe the man was here, in his bed. He made to place his fingers to Hudson's chin and paused.

  "Fuck, my hands are shaking," Seb said with a throaty laugh.

  Hudson took his hand and brought it to his lips, then kissed each digit before placing Seb's hand to his cheek and humming.

  "This is where I'm meant to be."

  Seb brushed his lips over Hudson's. "Where you'll always be. Please."

  "Always," Hudson promised, parting his lips for Seb's gentle kiss.

  They moved down on the bed, and Seb reached into the nightstand for a couple of wipes. He dropped the lube in, cleaned them up, and tossed the little sheets onto the floor by the bed. He'd pick them up later.

  Snuggling close behind Hudson, he placed a kiss behind Hudson's ear. "I love you, Lobito." He buried his face in Hudson's hair and inhaled his scent. Unable to get enough of his mate, of the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him, Seb planted a kiss on Hudson's shoulder and let his hand roam tenderly over Hudson's body. Hudson hummed his pleasure, a soft sigh escaping him. Long after Hudson drifted off to sleep, Seb lay awake. He was afraid of closing his eyes. What if he woke up to find this was all a wonderful dream?

  As if sensing his fears, Hudson rolled over, cuddling up to Seb, his arm around Seb's waist. He nuzzled Seb's neck, lifting his face to place a kiss on Seb's chin. Hudson's words were quiet and laced with sleep when he spoke.

  "Go to sleep, darling. I'm not going anywhere."

  Seb closed his eyes. He kissed the top of
Hudson's head, a smile on his face, and for the first time in so very long, when he fell asleep, it was with Hudson in his arms and a heart overflowing with joy.

  A BUZZING sound woke Seb up in the middle of the night. With a groan he sat up, then smiled down when he saw Hudson fast asleep, his pitch-black hair a sharp contrast to the white pillowcase, as was the bruising on his beautiful skin. Seb's jaw clenched, and he turned, searching for the source of the buzz. A cell phone sat on his nightstand, and he couldn't remember putting it there. He picked it up and found it was Hudson's. Seb was going to put it down when a preview of a text popped up on the screen. It was from Trent, and it was disgusting.

  Seb would never intrude on anyone's privacy, much less Hudson's, but the vile words staring back at him were more than he could ignore. He tapped the security code into the phone's screen, his heart squeezing that Hudson hadn't changed it. It was still Seb's birthday.

  The phone unlocked, and dozens of texts popped up, each one as hateful and threatening as the one before it. Seb read the texts calling Hudson a tainted piece of filth. A cocktease who tempted men with his ass only to deny them. He threatened to ruin Hudson if he told anyone about their date or what happened after, if he spoke up against him or his friends. Friends? Jesus. The texts went on and on, and the more Seb read, the more furious he became. Going into Hudson's contacts, he found Trent's number, along with his address.

  Exiting the screen, he placed the phone back on the nightstand. He kissed Hudson's cheek, the back of his eyes stinging as he ran his fingers through Hudson's hair. How can someone say such vile things about this wonderful man? Trent had done more than spew hateful words. He'd dared to lay a hand on Hudson, and somehow involved his friends. Nausea hit Seb, and he closed his eyes, breathing slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth. It didn't take a genius to know what Trent had been insinuating. From Trent's anger-fueled texts and snippets of events, it was obvious Hudson had managed to escape somehow. Seb had promised he'd respect Hudson's decision, but Trent had just taken that choice away from them.

  Hudson let out a soft sigh, but other than that didn't stir. His Lobito was exhausted, and not just from the sex. Seb placed a feathery kiss on Hudson's cheek.

  "I'm sorry, baby. I love you."

  Seb carefully got out of bed, his muscles tight, rage simmering under his skin, feeling as though he were on fire. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt, grabbed his black gloves and boots. Downstairs, he put on his black leather jacket. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and the crowbar sitting in the corner by the hall closet. He'd meant to put it away with the rest of his tools in the basement. Good thing he hadn't.

  TWENTY MINUTES later, Seb stood at Trent's front door, his heart pounding in his ears and his grip firm on the crowbar. The entire car ride here, all Seb could think about was what Trent had done, or almost done. It wasn't bad enough he'd lured Hudson into a date with the intention of fucking him--because why would Hudson turn him down? He was tainted, after all--but he'd also invited friends along for a little gang bang.

  The door opened, and Seb's lip curled in disgust at the man sporting his own bruises. At least Hudson had gotten in a few good hits, by the looks of it.

  "Hi."

  "Fuck." Trent tried to slam the door in Seb's face, but Seb kicked at it, sending it slamming into the guy. Trent reeled back, nearly falling on his ass. Seb let himself in, closed the door behind him, and made sure he locked it.

  "You're not a very good listener, are you, Trent?"

  Trent put up a hand in front of him as he backed away into the living room, Seb following him. "Let's talk about this."

  "It's a little late for talking."

  Trent ran to the coffee table, pushing magazines, remote controls, and random objects out of the way. "Fuck, where is it?"

  Seb grinned. "Lost your phone? Shame." He shrugged.

  Trent peered at him. "It was you, wasn't it? What did you do to my friends?"

  Seb had no idea what the hell Trent was talking about, and he didn't care. Trent let out a fierce growl as he stupidly charged Seb, a fist raised to punch him. Seb ducked and slammed his fist into Trent's stomach, forcing him to double over. Not waiting for Trent to recover, he brought his right fist in for a right hook, catching Trent's kidney. Trent gasped for air and wheezed, his face turning red and his eyes glassy as he tried to push away from Seb, but Seb was bigger. He was stronger. He was also far more pissed off.

  "You're a disgrace to your badge, you piece of shit." Seb brought the crowbar down against Trent's back, sending him down onto the wooden floor. Trent coughed and gasped for air before he managed to push onto his hands and knees.

  "He left you," Trent spat out, blood on his lips. "What the fuck do you care?"

  Seb grabbed a fistful of Trent's hair, forcing his head up. "Don't mistake his not being with me with his leaving me. He's my mate. He never left me. Do you have any idea what it's like to feel your mate in pain? Why don't I demonstrate?" He dragged Trent up by his hair and kicked him, his boot striking Trent's chest and sending him flying against the couch. Trent landed with a bounce. He grabbed at his chest, his eyes squeezed shut before he sat up.

  "For every bruise you and your friends gave him, I'm going to give you two." Seb punched Trent across the jaw, hard. Had Trent been Human, his jawbone would have broken. A few more strategically placed punches, and Trent was scrambling, desperate to get away, his training lost on him. Too bad. Seb would have enjoyed the challenge. "How does that feel, Trent? I'm taking a little creative license here. Is my point getting across to you?"

  "I didn't fuck him!"

  "But you were going to, and so were your friends! You sick son of a bitch! The only reason you didn't was because he walked out on you, but you couldn't let him go, could you? You couldn't let a tainted dog embarrass you in front of your friends. That's what you called him in one of your texts, right? A dog?" Seb whacked the crowbar across Trent's thigh. The man cried out, grabbing his leg and falling onto his side, tears streaming down his face, nose full of snot as he blubbered and pleaded for his life.

  "I don't know what texts you're fucking talking about. Don't kill me."

  Seb leaned in, and Trent threw up his hands in front of his face. "I want the names and addresses of the other two."

  "Please."

  "Listen to me, asshole. Trust me when I say the only reason I'm not putting a bullet in you is because he wouldn't want that. The guy you beat to shit is the only thing keeping your repulsive carcass from being buried six feet under, because he's the kind of man you could never even hope to dream of being. Now tell me where they are, or I might just reconsider your whole being-alive situation."

  "You wouldn't... do that."

  "I've come this far, Trent. Do I look like I give a shit about what happens to me? He's all that matters."

  Trent started to shiver. "I didn't know."

  "You shouldn't have to. You don't need to know if he's got someone to avenge him. All you need to know is that you shouldn't treat people like shit or try to stick your dick where it's not wanted. You have five seconds. Five."

  "Please," Trent cried, snatching hold of Seb's jacket. Seb pushed him away, placing a boot against Trent's balls and pressing down.

  "Four." Seb grabbed Trent's index finger and cracked it back.

  Trent howled in pain, his head lolling to one side as he clenched his teeth.

  "Sorry, I forgot to mention. I'm going to break one finger for each second of my time you waste."

  "Larry and Craig. The addresses are in my phone. It was on the coffee table!"

  Seb twisted his body to look over his shoulder at the messy coffee table. He removed his boot from Trent's balls and swiped up the phone with a grin. "It's your lucky day."

  Trent stared at the phone in Seb's hand. "But.... What the fuck? That wasn't there." Trent held on to his broken finger as he doubled over.

  "Thanks for this." Seb copied the addresses into his phone and tossed Trent's phon
e at him. Trent jumped out of the way, a blubbering ball of blood, saliva, and body fluids.

  Seb left the house and drove to the home of the first guy on his list. When he approached the door, he paused. Shit. The door was slightly ajar. After checking the neighborhood, Seb slipped inside. The house was dark, but he could see just fine. Quickly he searched the place. It was empty. There were no signs of a struggle. Maybe the guy had gone out and forgotten to lock up. Or maybe he wasn't a total idiot and skipped town.

  That explanation seemed less likely after Seb reached the second guy's house. Same thing. Door slightly ajar, and no one home. Fuck. Maybe they'd gotten scared and taken off? It was probably a good thing they weren't around, because Seb was still fuming.

  By the time he got home, his anger had faded into numbness. After washing the crowbar, he returned it to its spot by the hall closet. Then he hung up his jacket, removed his gloves, washed them, and tossed them in the trash. The house was silent and dark. Seb took a seat on his couch and waited.

  He didn't know how long he sat there, feeling... nothing. No, not nothing. He felt anger and sadness for what happened to his Lobito, for what could have happened. That night he'd felt sick to his stomach, the helplessness overwhelming. It was the worst feeling in the world, knowing Hudson was hurt and Seb could do nothing about it. Well, he'd done something now.

  Hudson kneeled in front of him and put his hand on Seb's cheek. "Darling, what's wrong?"

  "I'm sorry," Seb whispered. The doorbell rang, and he flinched. At least it would be quick.

  Hudson stood, and Seb followed him to the front door. Two THIRDS agents stood on the other side, one looking remorseful, the other angry.

  Hudson greeted them politely. "Good evening, Stevens. Rodriguez. Is everything all right?"

  Agent Rodriguez cursed under his breath as his partner spoke. "We're going to need Agent Hobbs to come with us."

  Hudson stared at them before moving his gaze to Seb. "What's going on?"

  "Sebastian Hobbs, you're under arrest," Rodriguez said, looking from Seb to Hudson and back. His resolve crumbled. "Man, please tell me you didn't do this. Tell me you didn't throw everything away over that asshole."