by Lynn Lorenz
Marrack stepped forward. “Tell me what you think.” He pulled off the veil, then the burka, and it fell around Sky’s feet, exposing him to everyone’s view. He’d never felt so naked, but he fought the initial desire to hide his cock from their eyes. Instead, he stood tall, as he’d been trained to do, head down, hands behind his back.
“Damn!” Ashland chuckled. “He’s fucking gorgeous. That must have been a sweet mating.” The sound of his voice told Sky the were imagined it as he spoke.
Tor growled and stepped in front of Sky. “Keep your eyes and hands to yourself, wolf. He’s mine.”
Ashland sniffed the air. “Clever. You’ve marked him with your scent.” He leaned in and whispered loudly, “I always liked the smell of your cum.” Then he licked up Tor’s cheek.
Tor laughed and pushed him away. “You’re an idiot.”
“No, just mateless and horny.” Ashland gave Sky another look. “If Stoltz didn’t keep me just for sparring, I’d be in the cage trying to win that little morsel.” He laughed and slapped Tor on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s see what kind of work you’ll need to defend your mate.”
The two weres climbed the steps to the cage, swung open the door, ducked through, and arranged themselves on opposite corners of the square.
Marrack motioned for Sky to pick up his clothes and sit on a nearby chair, then went to the side of the cage. Looking up at the men, he picked up a watch and clicked it. “Three-minute round. Go.”
The men stalked around the cage, gauging each other. Sky placed his burka over the back of the chair and sat on the edge, his hands clamped on the seat. His heart pounded in his chest. This would be the first time he’d seen Tor in action. Sky could smell Tor’s scent, and despite his worry, his cock stiffened as he sensed Tor’s excitement.
Tor circled to the right, Ashland to the left. They closed the gap, growing closer and closer until Ashland lunged, coming in with a series of kicks, just missing Tor as he backed away, swatting the blows off with his hands.
Tor went down in a squat, avoiding the last roundhouse kick, then burst forward, the power in his thighs propelling him up and straight at Ashland. He hit, grabbing Ashland around the middle, and they toppled with Tor on top.
Tor had Ashland’s arm and twisted it, but Ashland scooted around on the floor using his powerful legs, flipped, and broke the hold. Before Tor could stand, Ashland twisted and hit him, forcing him onto his back as Ashland straddled him.
The men’s grunts and shouts, and Tor’s heightened scent, added to the excitement building in Sky’s body, all funneling down into his cock. He inhaled, and the men’s sweat, musky and filled with hormones, made Sky harder.
Watching the action, Marrack pounded his fists on the floor of the cage. “Come on, Tor. Throw him off!” he shouted.
Ashland landed several quick blows to Tor’s sides as Tor tried to block them with his arms. Then he swung his fist upward, catching Ashland’s chin, and it gave Tor just enough of a break.
Tor heaved, his back arching off the ground, as the other were wrapped his feet around Tor’s legs. Tor strained, and his face grew red. With a roar, he pushed up, and Ashland toppled face first onto the floor. Tor landed on top of the were, wrapped his arm around Ashland’s neck, grabbed his own wrist, and squeezed.
“Sleeper hold!” Marrack yelled, pounding the floor with his fist. “Yes! Hold him.”
Sky wanted to cry out too, but he clamped his hands over his mouth, afraid of distracting Tor.
Tor groaned, and Ashland’s face turned from red to blue. Sky’s gaze darted from Tor’s face to Ashland’s, not wanting either man to be hurt. Ashland slapped the floor with the palm of his hand, and Tor released him. Gasping for air, Ashland rolled over on his back.
Marrack cheered. “Yes!”
Tor stood and searched for Sky. Everything inside Sky melted when the big were’s gaze found his. Triumph, victory, and power. Sky’s cock slapped against his belly, leaving a smear, marking him.
Tor turned around and held a hand out to Ashland, then pulled him to his feet. “Next time, don’t hold back.” He slapped the were on the shoulder.
“Fuck. Didn’t think you’d notice.” Ashland laughed. “Just trying to make you look good for your new mate, that’s all.” He rubbed his throat. “Have to say, you still got it, Tor. I don’t give a fuck what Marrack says. In a month you’ll be right back on top.”
Tor shrugged, his gaze never leaving Sky’s. “Maybe.”
He came to the door of the cage, and Sky flew to him, racing up the steps to fling himself into Tor’s arms. The were enveloped him, growled, and took Sky’s mouth with a deep kiss. Then he slapped Sky on the ass and put him down. “See, little one. Nothing to worry about.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Sky shot back.
Tor cuffed the back of Sky’s head, and Sky danced the rest of the way down the steps.
Tor strode down the stairs and went to his owner.
“Glad you think so.” Marrack pointed to Sky. “He’s the one I’m worried about. His inexperience in the cage is going to show, and it might cost you the fight.”
Tor wrapped his arm around Sky’s shoulder and pulled him close. “Don’t underestimate Sky. He might surprise you.”
Sky grinned up at his mate. “Yes, I might.”
Ashland laughed. “Seems your new mate has a high opinion of himself.”
Sky shrugged, but he couldn’t hide the pleasure he’d felt at Tor’s words.
“Well, let’s just see how good he is, then.” Marrack waved his arm at the cage. “Get in with him, Tor. You too, Ashland. Let’s see if he’s got the instincts for it, and if the money I paid for him was worth it.”
Sky looked up at Tor. Tor frowned, then nodded. “Okay.” He unbuckled his loincloth, laid it over a chair, and headed back to the stairs.
Ashland slapped his hands together. “Yeah! Now you’re talking. Give me something to fight for.” He unbuckled his own belt.
Tor halted and turned back to his sparring partner. “You’ll never get to him, you know.” He cocked one eyebrow upward as he smirked.
“But if I do, I claim sparring rights.” Ashland grinned. Tor glanced at Sky, nodded to Ashland, then climbed the steps into the cage.
“Sparring rights?” Sky asked Tor as he followed.
Tor didn’t answer. He crossed the cage to the far end and halted. “Get in the corner, Sky. You stay there. Never leave it. As long as I’m between you and the challenger, you’re safe.”
“But what was he talking about? Sparring rights?” Sky pressed. He didn’t like the sound of that at all. Could he be lost to Tor just sparring?
“If he pins me, you have to blow him.” Tor’s jaw clenched as he gritted out the words.
Sky looked over at the other were. “Oh. That’s okay. I don’t mind that.” He’d done very many blowjobs in the harem.
Tor looked down and growled. “You’re mine. No one touches you but me. And you touch no one unless I tell you.”
Sky put his hand on Tor’s chest. “Right. But you made the deal, remember? I’ll just be upholding your honor. Besides, you’re not going to lose.”
Tor snorted. “Right.”
“So, what’s this strategy you’ve been talking about? Just standing here? That can’t be all there is to it.” Sky might not be the smartest slave, but even he knew there had to be more than just having him present.
“It’s up to you to watch him. Anticipate his moves. Watch his strategy, then guide me during the match. When I’m shifted, you’re my eyes and ears and my control. The fights get deafening, and because we’re mated now, your voice will be the only one I can hear.”
Sky nodded.
“Learn each opponent’s moves, how he attacks. Look for the signs that give him away. And tell me during the breaks. Together, we’re a team.” Tor leaned into Sky and cupped his cheek. “A team.”
“Right.” Sky nodded. “A team.”
“It should take you only one round to learn
the opponent’s moves. I can hold him off for that at least, maybe even two rounds, but no more.”
“So basically, I hold your leash.” Sky grinned.
Tor rolled his eyes. “Yeah, in a way it’s true. You’re going to help guide my fighting when I’m shifted. Get it?”
“Right. You can only hear my voice. Got it.”
“You’re my line to humanity. If I don’t have you, I’ll do dumb shit. Act like a wolf, not as a wolf with a man’s brain. Our mates are what keep us from killing during the fight.”
Sky nodded. “I’ve got it.” He just wished he really believed it.
Tor turned back to Marrack. “We’re ready.”
Marrack picked up the watch. “Three-minute rounds. First pin wins.” Then he hit the bell, and the round started.
Sky hung back in the corner, one hand gripping the chain links of the cage. It was hard to keep his gaze off Tor and focused on Ashland, but it was his job. Not to do it was to fail, and he couldn’t do that.
The men circled, much like last time. Sky noted Ashland moved to the left, favoring that side. Tor waited until Ashland moved before reacting, and it gave him a little time—just a few seconds—to respond. A slim advantage but one nonetheless.
The men closed, Ashland leading with a right-handed swing to Tor’s jaw, catching him and rocking his head back, scraping Tor’s cheek. Tor staggered back, recovered, and then ducked as the next swing came at him. Coming up under Ashland’s extended arm, Tor landed a solid punch to his ribs. The man doubled over, and Tor caught him with an uppercut to his jaw.
Ashland’s head snapped up, and he fell back onto the floor. Tor fell on him, grabbing one leg, pulling it up behind Ashland, then caught Ashland’s arm, yanking it back until the man’s back bowed.
He struggled but couldn’t break the hold. He clawed at Tor’s arm. A strange vibration filled the air, registering in Sky’s belly.
Ashland shifted, and Tor held a snarling wolf in his hands.
Sky shouted, taken by surprise. He should have seen it coming. He should have warned Tor, but he’d never seen a wolf shift before, so he didn’t know. Now that he did, now he could recognize it, he’d be ready next time.
If there was a next time.
Sky danced in his corner, bobbing and weaving as the men moved, but kept his hand on the links of the cage.
Tor tossed the wolf away as he shifted but not before his challenger clamped his jaws over Tor’s leg, a crushing bite. Tor cried out. Blood flowed, and Sky’s stomach lurched at seeing his mate’s blood and hearing his pain.
Sky hung back, his fingers white-knuckled in the links, when all he wanted was to run to Tor, take him in his arms, and hold him. This had to be the hardest part—going against all his instincts. But Tor’s orders telling him to stay in the corner, not to move, echoed in his head.
Tor’s wolf yelped, and then he shifted back and out of the way. The wound healed before Sky’s eyes. So that was how it worked. Wounds suffered while a wolf would heal once he’d shifted to his human form. Did it work the other way too?
Sky was learning, but would it be fast enough?
Chapter Nine
Tor shifted back to wolf form, keeping himself between Sky and the wolf. He crept, low to the ground, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he looked for an opening. He located his mate behind him in the corner, smelled the fear coming off him in waves, and he fought to go to him.
Now he had to protect his mate, and to do that, he had to stay focused. The other wolf, not as large but younger, might have gotten in a bite, but Tor would remedy that affront to his pride.
He crouched, waiting for the perfect moment, when the other wolf sprang. As the wolf came down, forelegs stretching to land, Tor leaped. He caught the wolf by the neck and let his own bodyweight bring the wolf to the ground.
They fell, tangled together, and Tor lost his grip. The other wolf shook his head, stunned as Tor gained his feet. With a quick twist, he spun and landed on the wolf’s back, his jaws clamped around the back of his neck, pinning him.
The wolf shifted. Ashland tapped out.
Tor held the man’s fragile neck in his mouth. It wouldn’t take much to crush him.
“Shift back, Tor!” Sky called, breaking through the haze of the fight.
Tor shifted. He lay across Ashland’s back, his mouth still on the younger man’s neck, the taste of his skin on Tor’s tongue. Panting, he let go, then leaned forward and licked a long line up the man’s cheek.
“Told you you’d never get near him,” Tor whispered as he straddled him at the waist.
Ashland grunted and pushed up. He looked back over his shoulder. “Too bad. I’ll just bet he knows how to suck cock.” He laughed and rubbed his neck.
“He does.” Tor cuffed him on the back of the head. “Forget it. I know how you think. He doesn’t blow anyone but me.”
“I’d do it if I had to, for your honor,” Sky called out as he left the corner. His little mate was all serious and stern. And hard.
Tor grinned at him, and Sky launched himself across the cage and into Tor’s arms.
“Damn, little one. Good thing you told me to shift, or I’d have bitten him through.” He gave Sky a loud smack of a kiss on his lips and put him down, letting their cocks rub against each other as he did.
“Yeah, Sky. Thanks.” Ashland nodded as he rubbed his neck. “He gets intense in the cage, especially with a mate around. I’d forgotten that.”
Tor smirked. He turned to Marrack. “Well, enough? Or do you want more today?”
Marrack looked at them, his lips pursed. “As long as you promise to spend every day working out, sparring, and giving Sky time in the cages, I’m fine for today.”
“You got it.” Tor looked down at his mate. The boy was still hard. He hadn’t missed the erection straining to stand against Sky’s belly, and right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck his boy.
“So, what does the winner get?” Sky asked, mischief in his eyes.
Ashland barked out, “A blowjob!”
Tor shook his head.
Sky went to his knees and took Tor’s half-hard cock in his hands. Tor groaned as Sky licked the shaft, coaxing the head out until it rose fully erect. It seemed his little one didn’t care if there was an audience or not, and at this moment, neither did Tor. Let them see what they couldn’t have.
He buried his hands in Sky’s thick hair as his mate took him deeper into his mouth. He groaned and spread his legs wider, giving Sky more room to work.
Marrack choked but didn’t look away. Tor glanced at his sparring partner, who had his own cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched Sky go down on Tor. Stoltz stood to the side watching Ashland, not Tor and Sky.
Sky sucked, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed up and down along Tor’s shaft. He ran his hands over Tor’s thighs, then held on to them as he worked Tor’s cock even harder. Tor forgot where he was, that others watched them. Sky had taken him to a place where only his pleasure and finding release filled his mind.
“Fuck,” Tor swore. It was so good every time his mate touched him. Tor found surprising pleasure in it. And Sky doing this in front of everyone turned Tor on even more.
Much more and he’d come. If Sky would just…
Sky flicked the underside of Tor’s cock with his tongue and with one hand fondled his sac, pulling and releasing in time with his sucking. The top of Tor’s head felt as if it would come off, and his balls slammed up into his body.
He glanced at Ashland. The were stood legs apart, balls heavy, jerking his cock as he watched with half-lidded eyes, caught up in the pheromones pouring off the mating pair. Ashland’s eyes had glazed over, gone amber with wolf lust. Tor knew that if Sky hadn’t been under his protection, Ashland would have mounted him and fucked him. Stoltz’s brown eyes had darkened into near ebony. Ashland moaned, head back, as his hand flew over the tip of his prick.
Sky ate at Tor, licking and sucking as if it was the only thing in the world he wa
nted to do. He moaned around Tor’s shaft, letting everyone hear his pleasure. Tor gave up control and fucked Sky’s mouth. His mate took him, as deep as Tor could go, his mouth open to receive Tor’s thick cock. Tor’s hips snapped, his balls hugged his body, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
When Sky raked his teeth along Tor’s shaft, it was the final straw.
“Sky! Fuck, gonna come!” he cried out, then thrust and shot his load deep into Sky’s waiting throat. Sky swallowed, drinking it all down, milking him with his hand twisting around the base, getting every last drop Tor had in him.
“Fuck!” Ashland shouted and jetted spunk onto the floor.
Both weres shuddered and shook, panted as they regained their senses.
Sky looked up at Tor, his lips swollen from sucking. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Tor whispered. He grabbed Sky by the arms and hauled him up to kiss and taste himself on Sky’s tongue. The boy wrapped his arms and legs around Tor, grinding his erection into Tor’s belly.
Tor wrapped a hand around Sky’s cock and pumped once, twice. Sky cried out, “Tor!” and with only those few quick thrusts, he shuddered into Tor’s neck as liquid heat spilled over Tor’s hand and chest. Then the boy hung on him, sated and purring like a cat.
Tor laughed and shook his head, carrying the boy out of the cage and down the steps. He patted Sky on the back and put him down again. “Put on your burka before one of these men starts a fight. I’ve defended you once today. Let’s not push our luck.”
Sky ran back to the chair, stepped into his slippers, put on the long gown to cover himself, and wrapped his veil around his head, tucking the piece hiding his face into a fold of the wrap.
Tor wiped Sky’s cum over his chest and belly, then licked it off his fingers, letting out a loud smack of his lips as he finished.
“Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hot.” Ashland ran his hands through his short-cropped red hair. “Stoltz, you need to get me one of those slave boys.” Tor caught a quick flash of pain in Stoltz’s eyes, but then the man’s usual neutral gaze returned.
