Bayou Dreams

by Lynn Lorenz

  “So good.” Scott gasped. He supported his body on his arms and looked down into Ted’s face. “I can’t believe how good this feels. Being inside you. You’re so tight and hot. Like a vise on my dick.” He shuddered.

  “You should try getting fucked. It’s good too.” Ted grinned.

  Instead of recoiling at the idea, Scott growled. Ted was learning to interpret the man’s sounds, and this growl sounded hungry and horny.

  Damn wolf.

  Ted could deal with the physical. Right now, it was all about Scott fucking him. Claiming him, as Scott called it. He could understand that, sex for sex’s sake.

  But then, Scott did something that took it to another level and left Ted not knowing what to do or how to feel.

  Scott sat back on his knees and pulled Ted up onto his lap. Wrapping his strong arms around Ted for support, Scott pulled him so close their bodies touched from belly to chest.

  Ted wrapped himself around Scott and hung on as Scott slowed down, moving his cock in and out of Ted’s channel only a little at a time. Ted’s cock, trapped between their bellies, got its own rubdown.

  In this position, Ted sat higher than Scott. Scott buried his head in Ted’s neck and nuzzled his throat. Ted let his head fall to the side to give him more access.

  This was a more intimate position than before. Everything felt more intense, more important, more emotional.

  If that weren’t enough, Scott licked his neck, from the hollow near his collarbone to the underneath of his jaw.

  Scott’s tongue felt rough, and his teeth much sharper than before.

  “Uh, Scott, are you changing or something?”

  “Just a little.” Scott licked over his chin, then nipped him, raking sharp incisors across his flesh. Ted shuddered.

  “There isn’t going to be fur, is there?”

  “No, no fur,” Scott growled low in his throat. Where their bodies touched, the sound reverberated in Ted’s chest.

  Scott licked Ted’s cheek, over the scrape he’d gotten from the big goon’s punch. Oddly, it soothed him, and he closed his eyes. The touch was so tender, so filled with caring, and, if Ted didn’t know better, with love, that he could only shiver.

  As his wolf’s tongue bathed his face, his split lip, his scraped chin, Ted felt the last of his resolve fall away.

  “Can’t lose you.” Scott nuzzled into Ted’s neck again, and Ted clung to his wolf.

  Dampness spread on Ted’s throat, and Scott’s shoulders gave a single shudder.

  “Hey, wolf. You okay?” Ted leaned back and pulled Scott away from him, his hands on either side of Scott’s face.

  Tears tracked down Scott’s cheeks.

  “It’s just so…” Scott swallowed and blinked. “So fucking powerful. This feeling. Inside me. Inside you. Oh shit.” He gasped.

  Ted didn’t think; he just did.

  He leaned in and licked the salty tears from Scott’s face, shushing him, kissing his eyes, licking him, working down to his neck.

  Scott leaned back and let Ted have access to his throat. Let Ted mark him, sucking hard on the skin where Scott’s shoulder and neck met, bringing up a mark of ownership.

  “My wolf.”

  Scott shuddered in Ted’s arms. Then he fell on Ted, taking his mouth in a hard kiss, his cock pistoning in and out, hitting Ted’s gland, making Ted cry out.

  His wolf was back and needing.

  He needed Ted to come.

  “I’m coming, wolf. Can you feel me?”

  “Oh God, yes. I feel it. Oh fuck,” Scott cried out. “So goddamned good.”

  Ted jetted, cum spurting between their bodies, and all he could do was groan with the intensity and pure pleasure of his release.

  Scott thrust two more times, then threw his head back and howled. Literally, howled as he came.

  He collapsed on Ted, rolled to the side, and pulled Ted close to spoon against his chest.

  “Ho-ly shit.” Scott exhaled as he got rid of the condom, tossing it on the floor, then snuggled back against Ted, and within moments was asleep.

  Ted was so fucked. He’d fallen in love with a straight man who was a werewolf. A gay werewolf, but still.

  F.U.C.K.E.D.

  »»•««

  During the night, Scott took him again. Ted had no idea what time it was, or how much time had passed since they’d first mated. Ted had come to think of what they’d done as mating.

  Ted, lying on his belly, woke to the touch of Scott’s slicked fingers pressing against his hole, seeking a way in.

  He groaned as Scott’s fingers breached him, spreading the lube deep enough to ease his cock’s entry.

  Ted, shameless in his own need, canted his rump upward to receive Scott’s dick in his ass.

  Scott held him by the hips, strong hands keeping him from moving, covering him with his larger body, weighing him down, pressing him into the mattress.

  It surprised Ted. He hadn’t expected Scott to do this again. He’d thought the first time would be the end of Scott’s desire for him. Ted fully expected there to be an awkward morning after and a hurried goodbye. Claimed and done.

  He didn’t expect the hunger burning in Scott’s blue eyes, or the fever of his skin next to Ted’s, or the tenderness of his kisses.

  Fuck, Scott could kiss. And he had no idea what it did to Ted to be kissed like Scott kissed him. Hard and punishing or tender and sweet; no matter which way, Ted could feel Scott’s desire for him. And more. There was more mixed in there, but Ted was too unsure to name it or to hope for it to be the love he wanted.

  Still, Scott had made love to him, their fingers entwined and pressing into the mattress, their bodies moving slowly to a primal rhythm, all soft grunts and groans, sweat-slicked skin, and precum-slicked cocks.

  When finally Scott bit Ted on the shoulder, it undid Ted, and he came, spilling over the sheets, his dick untouched. Scott held on, sharp teeth embedded in Ted’s shoulder, as he shot his load, warming Ted’s chute.

  Again, Scott rolled over and pulled Ted to him, refusing to let him go, even to the other side of the bed.

  Ted sighed. Scott hadn’t used a condom.

  »»•««

  Ted woke in the morning with a hot, sweaty man adhered to his back. He pulled away and rolled over.

  Scott opened his eyes. “Hi.” Smiled. Okay, he hadn’t expected that.

  “Clingy much?” Ted asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  Scott shrugged. “I guess I am. Never did it with anyone else. Cling, I mean. I’ve fucked before.”

  “Obviously. My ass is feeling it too.”

  “Christ, I’m sorry I hurt you.” The frown on Scott’s face made Ted laugh.

  “Only in a ‘hurts so good’ way, wolf.” Ted rolled onto his back.

  Scott rose up, leaned over, and kissed him. “Delicious. I love the way you taste, babe.” His fingers teased at Ted’s nipple until it pointed and ached. Looked like the wolf was hungry again.

  What had Ted gotten himself into?

  He stared up at the ceiling. “You didn’t use a condom last night.”

  Scott sighed. “I know. Forgot about it. Look, werewolves, we’re not quite like normal people.”

  “Ya think?” Ted cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “Aside from being able to shift into wolf form. We’re stronger, faster, can see and hear better, smell better…”

  “As evidenced by your tracking me down last night,” Ted interrupted.

  “And we don’t get sick. We don’t contract human diseases. So, no STDs or HIV. I know you might not believe me, but we just don’t catch stuff.”

  “Not even colds?” Ted asked.

  “Nope.” Scott shook his head. “So, the condom thing. Did it freak you out? You should have said something. I could have stopped and put one on.”

  Ted sighed. He’d only realized it after Scott had come. It was just as much his fault as Scott’s. “No. It’s fine. I’m cool with it.”

  “Good, because I got to tell you, it’s
so much better fucking you without one. Damn you’re hot. Inside, I mean. It burns my dick up, like it’s superheated and supersensitized.” Scott shuddered and looked down at his growing hard-on.

  “See? Just talking about fucking you…” He growled and reached for Ted.

  “Again? Seriously?” Ted laughed.

  “Yeah, but this time, I want to try something different.” Scott gave him a sly smile and pushed him onto his back.

  Scott licked him again, dragging his tongue over Ted’s chest to his nipple. He lapped at it like an animal seeking to clean or sooth another animal. The pull of arousal ran from his tormented nipple to his now aching cock.

  “This licking thing?” Ted asked. “Is that the wolf or you?”

  “Both. I can’t seem to help it, not where you’re concerned. Does it bother you? I won’t do it if it does.” Scott’s brow furrowed.

  “It’s fine. Sexy, even. Lick away.”

  “Good, because I figured you’d like getting your dick licked.” Scott laid his tongue along the base of Ted’s cock and lapped at it.

  It was Ted’s turn to howl as he arched off the bed.

  “Not bad. Your taste is really intense.” Scott smacked his lips. “Need more.” He nuzzled against Ted’s balls, sniffing and rooting around with his nose.

  Ted had never had a lover who’d enjoyed his body like Scott did. The man was enthusiastic and open in showing his excitement.

  Scott licked up the underside of Ted’s now fully erect cock, tracing the vein, then tickling the thick wad of nerves under the flared head with the tip of his tongue.

  “God, I hope this is going to lead to you sucking me.”

  Scott bit his bottom lip and gazed up at Ted. “I’ve never done this before.” His voice wavered.

  Ted held his cock up toward Scott’s face. “Suck me, wolf. Make your mate come.”

  Scott rolled his eyes, growled, and swallowed the head of Ted’s cock. Ted cried out as a raspy tongue played against his flesh as Scott sucked the head.

  “Shit.” Ted flung his head back and closed his eyes. Was it just Scott, or was this the hottest blowjob ever?

  Scott rode him, taking his shaft down deeper with each bob of his head, then he pulled off hard with a smack and a pop.

  “Damn! I can taste your precum. It’s good. Not like mine at all.”

  “You’ve tasted your own cum?” Ted gaped at Scott.

  “Sure. Thought everyone did, at least to see what it was like.” Scott shrugged.

  “Oh, wolf, you surprise me.” Ted laughed.

  Scott wiggled his eyebrows and surprised Ted with a valiant attempt at deep throating him. Ted surprised Scott when he came, shooting into Scott’s mouth.

  Scott choked, then swallowed, then pulled off. “Ho-ly shit! I can’t believe I just did that!” He sounded exhilarated, not grossed out.

  “Did you like the way I tasted?” Ted asked between gulping for air. At the pace he set, this wolf was going to wear his ass out.

  “Yeah.” Scott licked his lips and gave a joyful smack. “Salty. I want more. Is that normal?”

  “Yeah, for lovers.” Ted tensed. He hadn’t meant to use any form of the L word.

  “And for mates, too, it seems.” Scott smiled and fell back against the pillows.

  “You’re not falling asleep again, are you?” Ted groused.

  “No. I didn’t come.” He grinned down at his erection.

  “I suppose you want me to take care of that for you.”

  “It would be nice.”

  “Nice?”

  “Really, really nice.” Scott leered at him.

  So Ted took care of his wolf until he howled as he spurted down Ted’s throat.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “So how long will it take you to pack up your things?” Scott asked as he dressed.

  Ted stared at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you’re going to come back to St. Jerome with me, aren’t you? That’s why I came, to bring you back.”

  “I can’t just pack up and go, Scott.” Ted jerked open a drawer and pulled on a T-shirt. “I have a life here.”

  “You’re a PI. You can be a PI anywhere.”

  “Right. In St. Jerome? Exactly who is going to hire me in that hick town of yours?” Scott had lost his mind.

  Scott bristled. “Well, I don’t know. You could be a deputy, do law enforcement again.”

  “Under you? No fucking way.” Ted tugged on his jeans. “Besides, I swore off being a cop three years ago. You haven’t thought this out very well, have you?”

  “I came to claim my mate and bring him home; that’s about as far as I got. Ted, my life is there. My career as sheriff. I’m alpha of my pack. I have responsibilities.”

  “And I don’t have a life?” Ted barked. The wolf had some nerve.

  “Don’t you want to be with me?” Scott face fell, pain evident around his eyes.

  “Yeah, I do. But I’m not sure how.” Ted ran his hands through his hair.

  “I told my deputies I’d be gone for a few days. My pack expects me back. You and I have to be together, not in two different cities. It’ll kill us both,” Scott blurted out.

  “Whoa! What are you talking about, kill us both?”

  “I needed to claim my mate. My pheromones were going off the chart, and it was driving everyone in the pack insane, including me. If I didn’t claim you, I’d sicken and die. Same goes for you.”

  “You’re shitting me.”

  “Have you been feeling dizzy since you came home? Out of sorts. Weak?”

  “Yeah, but I thought it was the beginning of the flu.” Ted rubbed his chest.

  “No, it’s the beginning of the sickness. I felt it too. So it comes down to either leave the pack or claim you and bring you before them for a vote.”

  “Wait. A vote? Leave the pack? What kind of stupid rules are those?” Damn, he needed a fucking rulebook for wolves. Where the hell could he get one of those? Maybe they handed them out at the pack meetings.

  “Pack law. The alpha of the pack gives permission for each member to take his mate. In return, the entire pack must agree to the alpha’s mate. If I bring you, there’s a good chance the pack will reject you.”

  Ted sat on the couch. “No shit. And if that happens?”

  “I can accept exile, abandon you, or fight for you.” Scott sat on the coffee table opposite Ted and clasped Ted’s hands between his.

  “Exile. That sounds bad.”

  “It is. I’d have no protected territory. No place to change and run. No pack to set rules to live by. For a wolf, a pack animal, it’s torture. Lots of wolves go rogue and have to be eliminated.”

  That option didn’t sound good to Ted, especially the eliminated part.

  “This fight? What if you lose? You get kicked out?”

  “If I survive.” Scott shrugged.

  “What?” Ted groaned. Didn’t any of these options not suck?

  “It would be for my position as alpha, and my right to keep my mate. My wolf will defend that to the death.”

  “Who would you have to fight?”

  “Well, right now, a guy named Wyatt wants my spot. Probably him.”

  “Can you take him?” Ted searched Scott’s eyes for the truth.

  “Maybe. He’s a big wolf.”

  “Are you bigger?”

  “No. But it’s not size that matters with alphas; it’s attitude, skill, and strength.”

  “So he could kill you.”

  Scott looked away, refused to meet Ted’s gaze.

  “Then you have to abandon me.” Ted shook his head. “Don’t be crazy about this, Scott. Your pack isn’t going to accept me. I’m gay. They’re going to freak at the idea of you having a gay man as a mate. They’re going to hate me for doing this to you, for turning you gay.”

  Scott stood and paced. “I can’t leave you. My wolf won’t let you go. I won’t let you go. I’ll fight for you, Ted. I told you that last night. I’d fight to the death
for you.” Everything about the way Scott held his body told Ted he was telling the truth.

  “Why?” Ted didn’t understand it. He didn’t get the whole werewolf pack thing. It baffled him and pissed him off.

  “You are my mate.” Scott jerked his chin up.

  Okay, along with strong and fast as werewolf characteristics, he could add stubborn. Ted wasn’t going to convince Scott to give him up. There had to be another way out of this mess.

  “And if you do fight, and you die, what happens to me?” Ted asked.

  “Nothing. I’m dead. Whatever bond between us will be broken. You’ll be free.” Scott turned to face Ted, and their gazes locked.

  Ted walked up to Scott, wrapped his arms around his waist, and laid his head on Scott’s shoulder. “Leave me now. Don’t do this. I’ll take the chance about getting sick.”

  Scott buried his hand in Ted’s hair. “No. I’m alpha. I make the decisions. I’m bringing you back for the pack vote. You’re mine.” He took Ted’s mouth in a hard kiss.

  “Fuck that alpha shit, Scott.” Ted pushed him away.

  “It’s who I am.” Scott shrugged. “It’s why you love me.” He gave Ted a sexy smile and a devilish wink.

  “Love you?” Ted sputtered. “Who the hell said anything about love?”

  Scott grabbed Ted’s shirt and hauled him against his body. He ran his nose over Ted’s neck, inhaling. “I can smell it on you. Every time you come near me. When we’re talking, right now, when we’re fucking. I can smell the way your body reacts to me.”

  “That’s not love, that’s lust. That’s a hard-on for a hot guy,” Ted declared, but damn if Scott didn’t speak the truth.

  Scott licked him, dragging his tongue over Ted’s neck, over the line of his jaw and across his cheek. “You love me.”

  Ted swallowed. “Do you love me?”

  “You’re my mate.”

  “That’s not an answer, Scott.” Ted broke Scott’s hold on him.

  “That’s the best I can do right now.” Scott looked truly sorry. “It’ll have to do.”

  Ted stared at his mate, his wolf. “Yeah, it’ll have to do.” He was so fucked. This wasn’t going to end well. The best he could hope for was what? Scott dead and he’d be free? Or Scott and him on the run, as a rogue wolf? Both of them dying, alone and apart?