Irish Wishes

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “Jesus…”

  Conner groaned as Wayne’s juices hit his taste buds. He slid the tongue from front to back before opening his jaw and sucking Wayne all the way down.

  “Fuck!” Wayne almost flew off the bed as Conner took his cock to the root. “Oh shit, Conner…it feels so…oh God, do it again.”

  Conner smiled with his mouth full of cock. He opened his throat, taking Wayne all the way in. He slid back up, dragging his teeth alongside the now racing vein in Wayne’s delicious dick.

  “Mmmm.”

  “Oh heaven help me,” Wayne whispered. Conner got a nice suction going, his head bobbing up and down and Wayne felt his balls tightening as a rush of heat flooded his ass.

  “Stop…oh God; I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” Wayne almost ripped the sheets in half as Conner kept going. That hot, wet suction was driving him to the brink of madness until he couldn’t hold on anymore.

  The last thread of his sanity snapped and Wayne shot hard; a loud roar left his lips and his hips bucked as he shot his load in Conner’s mouth. Hips still bucking, his mouth dropped open in an O of surprise, as Conner kept at him, milking his cock for every last drop. In all his years, he’d never gotten head. Juliet despised even thinking about his cock in her mouth. Conner sucked at him like his life depended on it.

  “Conner…oh Jesus…”

  Conner took one last long lick and looked up. “That’s a shame; she had no idea what she was missing. You taste fantastic, like Hershey bars with a hint of salted peanuts on the side,” Conner shivered, licking his lips. “It was wonderful.”

  Wayne tilted his head. “Really?”

  “Oh God yes.” Conner crawled up Wayne’s body. “You want a taste?”

  “You mean…kiss you? Taste myself?”

  Conner grinned. “Mmm hmm, kiss me.” Conner leaned forward, the tip of his tongue gliding across Wayne’s lips. Wayne’s tongue finally came out and met with his own. They glided effortlessly together and Conner moaned as Wayne flipped him on his back, deepening the kiss. He arched his naked body into Wayne’s. “I want to feel you.”

  “We …need some stuff. Right?” Wayne looked in his night stand. The bottle of lube he used now and then sat right within reach. Remembering the conversation from earlier, Wayne lubed up two of his fingers in preparation.

  “I’ll need three, you’re too big.” Conner watched as Wayne lubed three of his fingers. He spread his legs out. Wayne’s warm hand slid up his thigh and stopped at his entrance. “Just dip the tip in, let me get used to it. It’s been a very long time. Just use the tip and massage around the rim first.”

  “All right.” Wayne used his index finger and massaged around Conner’s entrance; when Conner nodded to him, he slipped in up to the nail bed. Conner’s ass flexed around the invasion and Wayne slipped back out, sliding back in seconds later.

  “Okay, a little more.” Conner tried to relax as Wayne’s finger slid in further. “Move it up and down and slide it back and forth.” Conner’s ass clenched as Wayne slid his finger in and out. “More, give me more.”

  “Another one?” Wayne waited for permission, and then slid another finger in, stretching the walls of Conner’s anus. The feeling was one he wasn’t used to; Conner’s tunnel was tight and warm. Another finger slid in on Conner’s insistence. He rubbed upward, looking for the spot that Conner wanted him to find.

  “Right there,” Conner gasped. “You feel that?”

  Wayne slipped his fingers up, crooking them and rubbing. “Yes…”

  “Rub that, right there.” Conner pressed down on Wayne’s hand, trying to get more inside, more pressure, more everything. “Oh God, please…Wayne, please, need you inside.” Wayne coated his dick with as much lube as he could. He positioned himself between Conner’s legs and looked down into his flushed face. “Do you want it like this? What position is better?”

  “I want you to see my face; I want you to know it’s me you’re fucking, not anyone else.”

  Wayne nudged Conner’s hole with his cockhead. “I know it’s you, Conner.” Wayne slid in and his breath sucked out of him the second he got halfway into that warm cavern. The pressure on his cock was almost excruciatingly painful. Conner moaned, spreading his legs out further, pressing down on Wayne’s cock, sending him in further.

  “Oh God…Conner, so damn tight…I feel everything.”

  Wayne watched Conner’s face as he sunk his erection deeper inside. Conner was sensual and hedonistic, moaning and writhing on the bed, pressing into Wayne. Wayne moved and slid back out; holding his shaft, he slid back in, filling Conner. Conner’s ass clenched around him, making him gasp at the sensitivity in his dick.

  “God, I never thought…” Wayne choked back a sob. “I’m so sorry, Conner…I’m so sorry.”

  Conner pulled Wayne down to his lips. “Shh, just make love to me.”

  And Wayne did. It was the best sexual experience he’d ever had. Wayne was gentle, kissing him all throughout the lovemaking. Their arms were wrapped around each other in protective cocoons as they moved. The whole time, Wayne would vocalize how it felt and Conner loved it. The burn, the stretch, the feeling of being full in his chest. Wayne’s length and girth, stretching him out so far, he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling Wayne. His body was melting with every kiss, every stroke and subsequent slam. Conner moved his hips in time with Wayne’s thrusts; he wanted it harder, deeper.

  “Faster…” Conner gasped. “Deeper, harder, I want to feel you for weeks.”

  “Fuck…” Wayne gripped the mattress and hit Conner with piston-fast strokes, slamming him into the mattress as the headboard smacked the wall. “So good, oh shit, so fucking hot, tight…still tight…Conner…”

  “I’m coming. Oh shit…” Conner bit his lip as his orgasm hit him like a two by four. He came almost screaming, his fingers buried into Wayne’s biceps.

  Wayne’s body shuddered as his orgasm built up inside, he drew back then slammed into Conner; a hoarse cry left his lips as he emptied hot and hard into Conner’s body. Collapsing on Conner, Wayne’s canines elongated and pierced the soft flesh of Conner’s shoulder. A loud cry reverberated around the cabin, as Conner came again. Wayne felt his dick pulsing, sending last spurts of semen into Conner’s warm ass. It was unbelievable, he’d never felt anything like it. His whole body was a mass of tingles and small aftershocks as he panted on top of Conner. Wayne moved slightly and felt Conner’s fingers in his bicep.

  “Please, don’t pull out just yet,” Conner breathed.

  “I won’t.” Wayne sat up on his elbow, cradling his cheek in his hand. Conner’s face was stunning in the afterglow. A fine line of sweat dotted his forehead and his lips were raw and red. “I’m sorry if my thoughts strayed to Juliet at times.”

  Conner smiled. “It’s okay, you were thinking about how different it was with her. How she just lay there while you poured all your love into her and how I respond to you. It made me feel good, that you loved making love to me.”

  “How could I not? You let me know how good it felt, you responded to my kisses, my movements.” Wayne leaned in, giving Conner a soft kiss. “It was everything I’ve never had.”

  “As your mate, I feel comfortable in being able to say Juliet was stupid. You are beautiful, kind and caring Wayne, and my Lord you have a massive cock,” Conner chuckled.

  Wayne grinned, flexing his cock inside Conner’s tight tunnel. “It’s big, huh? Never really thought about it.”

  Conner hissed as Wayne’s cock pulsed in his ass. “I wish I’d be feeling you for months.” Wayne frowned. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, don’t be.” Conner palmed Wayne’s face. “I’ve been waiting for this night for years. I couldn’t wait for you to mark me, claim me as yours and even though I won’t be able to feel it, I’ll know you just tore me up,” Conner grinned. “It’s usually a good thing that we heal instantly!”

  “I think we should get cleaned up.” Wayne kissed Conner again. “You want to take a shower with
me? I can make us some hot chocolate and we can read through some more of the diaries?”

  “I’d love that.”

  ~~

  Conner tipped his face into the hot streaming water as Wayne’s soapy hands slid down his back. Bracing himself on the wall with both hands, he arched his ass into Wayne’s thighs. Soft strokes up and down his back and then a hand slid between his legs, cupping his balls. Conner moaned as Wayne massaged his balls lovingly, making his way up between his ass cheeks and cleaning the area in slow strokes. He’d never been tended to like this and he relaxed into Wayne’s careful ministrations. His ass was raw and he winced as Wayne’s fingers slid over his hole. It saddened him to know the pain wouldn’t last; being a werewolf ensured pain was fleeting. It really sucked sometimes. Hot breaths tickled his neck as Wayne leaned into him, pressing against his back.

  “You’re so beautiful, Conner.” Wayne licked the area he’d bitten, as his hands slid over Conner’s perfectly rounded globes. “Your skin is soft, your hands so gentle…” Wayne slid his tongue down Conner’s spine, stopping at the cleft of his ass. His hands kneaded the soft skin, his thumbs pressing in. “How does that feel?”

  Conner moaned and laid his cheek against the cold tiles. “It feels good; I love it when you put your hands on me.” Wayne’s tongue slid back up his spine and settled on his neck; a hand moved across his abs, wrapping around his prick. Conner shuddered, as Wayne’s soapy hands slid up and down his length.

  “Wayne…” Conner rolled his head back, leaning against Wayne’s strong chest.

  “Kiss me, Conner.” Wayne moved his hand a little faster, loving the feel of Conner’s cock coming to life in his grip. “I want to know what you like, what makes you scream. Tell me what you like.”

  Conner moved his head, meeting with Wayne’s lips. “Grip it tighter…Ohh God…yes, just like that, move faster, tightening it on your way up.” Conner bucked his hips into Wayne’s hand, the sensation on his already sensitive cock pushing him right over the edge in seconds. “Yes…oh fuck yes!” Conner’s body stiffened, then he came, shooting spurts all over the wall and Wayne’s hand. He wrapped his arms around Wayne’s neck, his ass pressed into Wayne’s erection as they kissed. “I can’t believe you just did that,” Conner panted.

  “Did I do it wrong? You seemed to like it,” Wayne chuckled.

  Conner chuckled, leaning back for another kiss. “You know what you’re doing, that’s not what I meant; you touched a dick besides your own.”

  “I don’t look at it that way now. It’s you Conner, man or not, you are mine. I am a fast learner,” Wayne nibbled on Conner’s chin.

  “Yes you are.” Conner shivered as the water turned cold. “I think it’s time to get out.” Conner shut the water off as Wayne grabbed towels. Wayne rubbed him down and mussed his hair. The towel lifted off his face and he smiled, as Wayne looked over his face. “What is it?”

  “I thought the fates had gone plum crazy and now I look at you and I wonder what took me so long.”

  “You know, that Southern drawl comes and goes. Where exactly have you lived?”

  Wayne finished drying Conner’s body, taking great care around his ass. “Let me make hot cocoa. I’ll meet you in the attic. Then I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

  “Can you bring some of those shortbread cookies? And maybe the croissants from Claire?”

  Wayne grinned. “You found the secret stash did ya?”

  “Yup.”

  ~~ Conner put some throw pillows down as he grabbed the next diary. The attic was a little chilly, but not like it had been the last few nights. The heat from the floor below was slowly creeping up, warming the wood below him. His eyes scanned the page and he gasped. One of the elders had been given a male mate. Nevan Moore was bonded to Aidan Maher. The story was very similar to his and Wayne’s. Given a female mate, Nevan’s mate never cared for him; left isolated and alone, Nevan retreated from pack life. Several years later, Aidan was introduced into the picture and Nevan fought the bond. Embarrassed by being mated to a man, Nevan left Aidan alone, keeping his distance. Conner felt his eyes welling with tears, he knew how that felt.

  “Look at the boy, Aidan. He feels your pain.” Nevan wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist.

  “I felt his. ” Aidan bent down, looking at the wetness sliding down Conner’s cheek.

  “I told you my boy would come around.” Roane stood taller in front of his father.

  “Ah! You did not know this would happen. Rion needs a good smackin’” Taber narrowed his eyes at Roane.

  “He looks so happy.” Aideen smiled at Conner.

  “It’s a good thing we made ourselves

  scarce,” Nevan grinned. “Didn’t need to see the

  whole show.”

  Aidan chuckled. “You could have learned

  a thing or two, old man.”

  “Old?” Nevan looked horrified. “I look

  twenty two!”

  “You do my love, you are ageless.” Aidan

  kissed his husband warmly.

  Aideen watched her son come in, balancing a tray with hot chocolate and baked goods.

  Wayne set the tray down and grabbed the throw

  pillow next to Conner.

  Wayne noticed Conner was crying. “What

  is it? What’s upset you?”

  “Aidan and Nevan.” Conner showed

  Wayne the page. “It’s like reading our story.” Wayne put his arm around Conner pulling

  him close. “I know. When I look at it now, I

  wonder how I could have been so stupid. I hurt

  you; it will never happen again Conner.” “Aidan’s words…” Conner took a deep

  breath. “It’s just so heartbreaking.”

  Wayne gently pulled Conner’s face to his

  own. “You will write what happened between us

  for the next generations. I want you to tell the

  truth.”

  “You want me to write? I didn’t think …

  I …”

  Wayne pulled one of the books out from

  behind a shelf. “This is ours Conner. We will tell

  our story to future generations. The children that

  my packs produce will have my bloodlines; they

  must know what has happened.”

  “See? Now you’re all Irish again,” Conner grinned and then yelped as Wayne’s teeth bit

  his neck.

  “I’ve lived in every state in the U.S., and

  every country you can think of. I was bored for a long time and I spent a lot of that soaking in different cultures. I spent time with both sides of the Civil War. With Juliet still in her feral, angry stage, I couldn’t be around her. She’d scream at me and call me names.” Wayne palmed Conner’s face. “She was nothing like you, Conner. Even when I hurt you over and over again, you stayed and forgave. You have a beauty I’ve never seen in another human being. It’s like you were made just for me.”

  ~~

  Nevan blew out a breath of frustration. “Because he was, ya daft fool!”

  “Nevan!” Taber grimaced. “Shut yer

  mouth.”

  “He can’t hear us,” Nevan mumbled. “Not yet, now let’s go before things get a

  little too comfortable for them and racy for us.”

  Taber closed his eyes.

  Aideen bent and kissed Wayne on his

  head. “Come find us my love….”

  ~~ Conner shivered as a draft passed over him.

  “What is that?”

  Wayne looked around the attic; the full moon’s light illuminated the corner. “I don’t know; the window is sealed properly.”

  Conner stuck his nose back in the book. “Did you see this? Aidan was perfect in every way; it’s as if the fates made him just for Nevan.”

  “That wasn’t the page we were on.” Wayne looked closer.

  “It’s not?” Conner went back a few pages. “Oh, I must have hit it accidentally.

/>   Wayne frowned. “No, I think someone’s trying to get our attention.”

  Conner shut the book, looking at Wayne. “Why haven’t you spoken to them?”

  “I spent so much time denying, I think I forgot how.” Wayne picked the book back up. “I’ll have to go through it again and again I think. I’m sure my parents have a lot to say about my behavior.”

  “Yeah?” Conner grinned.

  “Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? To hear my parents discipline me for how I’ve acted.”

  Conner stretched out on the blanket and smiled.

  “I would love to meet them, period.”

  Wayne straddled Conner bracing himself on either side of Conner’s head with his hands. Conner’s hair was like a halo around his face; he was just beautiful. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you, Conner.”

  Conner knew his cheeks were red, he’d never been told he was beautiful. It was hard to believe, knowing how he’d been treated his whole life.

  “Really?”

  Wayne bent down, kissing Conner’s lips lightly.

  “Yes, and stop thinking you aren’t worthy, because you are. It’s me who’s not worthy of you, Conner.”

  “Don’t say that,” Conner whispered. “You are worth everything, an alpha, I’m just…well…me.”

  “You are my mate, and although you are not the beta, you are more important to me than anything.”

  “I couldn’t be the beta, I’m not strong enough.” Conner tried to smile.

  “Your position in this pack is higher than beta anyway. Yes the beta is the right hand of the alpha, but you are both hands, Conner. You make everything run smoothly. How many times have I asked your opinion on pack matters? Over a hundred times and you have always given me sensible advice. You run the company with an iron fist, bringing other companies in with a flick of your wrist. You are one hell of a powerful man, Conner, whether you believe it or not. I would be lost without you.”