by Z. Allora
The entire situation became more difficult by the hour. Uli wouldn’t go off with anyone other than Cutter, but Cut and Storm might not have the same compulsion. Alex found his center again and took a deep, calming breath.
“And this is different than every other night here, how?” Storm flirted and elbowed Cassidy.
Alex barely controlled a growl of possession that threatened to erupt.
“It’s different ’cause tonight I’m taking him in back.” Cutter claimed Ulrich’s hand. He glared at Storm as if daring him to object.
Storm lifted his hands to his hips and pressed his lips together.
The crowd closed in. Men wedged their dancing bodies between Storm and the rest of Alex’s entourage. Storm stared at the edge of the dance floor until the crowd swallowed him.
“But it’s not my birthday.” Uli darted his gaze to Alex and Storm.
Alex said, “We really need to talk,” but Uli didn’t seem to hear him.
Cutter tugged on Uli’s hand. “Come on.”
Cassidy snorted. “Blowjobs, they’re not just for birthdays anymore.”
Uli grabbed Alex’s hand, leaned in, and whispered, “I guess I’ll get it straight from the source from this point forward.” The words were filled with anticipation, but his voice was laced with regret.
Alex had to get Uli alone. “We need to talk.”
“Um, okay. I’ll catch you later.” He let Alex’s hand slip from his and gave a small wave. Ulrich turned and let Cutter drag him into the back of the club where private rooms were set aside for couples.
Well, he’d have to wait until Uli came back to the apartment to speak with him. It wouldn’t be pretty. Uli would be validated that Cutter was his mate, though he’d be more confused and upset for continuing to be drawn to Alex and Storm.
Hopefully, Uli would hear him. Then they could work as a team to convince the other two that the four of them belonged together… to each other. Yup, that was the plan.
“Later. I guess I’ll go put my kneepads to good use.” Cassidy frowned and gave Alex a quick peck on the cheek, then escaped into the dancing crowd.
Alex searched for Storm. Separated by the crush of the dancing crowd, Storm pushed around the flailing bodies that had pressed between them. He leaned close, his hair tantalizing Alex’s senses, and yelled over the music, “Where the fuck are they going?”
Uli’s blond head of hair just disappeared from sight.
“Where do you think?” Tolerating Storm’s indignation wasn’t easy, but Alex needed to ensure the hothead didn’t hook up with another zombie, because Alex couldn’t allow that.
“Why’d you let them go?” Storm stomped his foot and shoved his hands into his pockets. He aimed his frustrated exhale and angry expression at Alex.
This debacle wasn’t Alex’s fault, though maybe he should have controlled it better.
“How exactly should I have stopped them?” Pushing Storm’s hair out of his face, Alex smelled faint traces of Uli’s Obsession cologne on him. “Besides, what do you care?”
Storm pulled his gaze away from the direction in which Cut and Uli had disappeared and stared at Alex. “I don’t.”
“Liar.” Being right wasn’t always productive.
“I don’t understand why Cut’s so into Uli. I mean, he’s attractive in a ‘sexy foreign-exchange student’ kind of a way, but he’s still a kid.”
“Uli’s nineteen, and not a kid.”
Storm shrugged. “He seems younger. Though he is smart and funny but….” His voice trailed off with less anger and more longing.
“So, Cut doesn’t go for smart, funny, attractive guys?”
Storm cleared his throat. “He’s into you too.”
Alex’s heart did a happy dance. “He cares about you too.”
Storm scoffed.
“Maybe you should have danced with him when he asked.” Alex stepped into Storm’s space.
“Thanks,” Storm growled.
“Come here.” Alex slipped an arm around Storm’s waist and dragged him into the writhing bodies.
“I don’t dance.” Storm glared.
Alex surfed his fingers down Storm’s arm, raising goose bumps. “Why not?”
“I don’t know how,” Storm claimed.
“So don’t dance, just move with me?” Alex tightened his hand around Storm’s hip.
Storm clung to Alex.
Not being able to resist, Alex slid a hand into Storm’s waistband to enjoy the silky, hidden skin. Storm’s form molded into his as Alex led them in a slow, sensuous glide. He inhaled Storm’s scent. As irritating as the guy might be at times, holding him was heaven.
The music changed to a faster beat, but Alex chose to keep their tempo at half time. He increased pressure so Storm would resist the tempo change.
Storm scrunched his face in confusion, but his body melted, and he allowed Alex to direct his movements.
The small victory deserved a reward, so Alex swept aside the shaggy dark hair blocking those piercing amber eyes. If the eyes were mirrors to the soul, the mate in his arms had a beautiful, if injured, one. “You’re sexy when you’re not being an ass.”
“You’re stronger than I thought,” Storm said with enough surprise that might have insulted someone else.
Snorting with laughter, Alex lead Storm into several turns and ended with their lips just inches apart. The laughter died as they once again shared air. He teased Storm with anticipation of the kiss.
Storm pulled back. “I… we shouldn’t… not here.” His gaze skated to where they’d last seen Uli and Cutter.
“Excuse me?” What insanity was his mate spurting now?
“What?” Storm shrugged and tossed his head, which moved his long hair over his shoulder. “It’s…we shouldn’t….”
His soon-to-be-mate was a terrible liar, and hopefully he’d stop feeling the need to try in the future. The real issue was Storm didn’t want Cutter and Ulrich to find them making out.
Alex’s true nature asserted itself. There might be only been a couple of hours until midnight, but he’d make Storm pant and beg before giving him what he needed, and he’d do it right here on the dance floor.
“But at the party you made out with Cut and Uli.”
“Yeah, well…. That was a mistake.” Storm grimaced and kept his gaze on the door their friends had disappeared through.
“Was it? Or is it just me you don’t want to kiss.” Alex chose to forget the episode that triggered Cutter’s jealousy in order to flirt.
Alex blew warm breath against Storm’s lips and licked his dry lips. He held them still on the dance floor as bodies gyrated past them. His dance partner’s inhale sounded more like a whimper.
Storm’s heart beat against Alex in time with his throbbing cock.
Alex focused his attention on Storm, not bothering to hide his own desire.
“You know I want to.” On a broken moan, Storm tried to kiss him.
“Not so fast.” Alex pulled back from the victory and grabbed the hair at Storm’s nape.
Storm relaxed and clung to him.
Alex punished him by getting torturously close to his mouth and backing off. He snaked his tongue out and trailed a wet lick over Storm’s full lips until the man in his arms begged.
Projecting an image of cool control, Alex demanded, “Admit you just don’t want Cutter and Uli to see you.”
“Fine, you’re right. I don’t want to upset them, but fuck! I have to kiss you. God, your lips are perfect. I’ve got to feel them. Please, Alex.” He writhed closer.
Being able to do nothing but answer Storm’s plea, Alex caressed Storm’s lips with his own. On a soft exhale of surrender, Storm’s petal-soft lips opened, and he invited Alex to deepen their kiss; Alex did.
Storm shivered and pressed even tighter against him and rubbed a full erection against his thigh. He broke the kiss to beg again. “Alex, God, you’re just so… please.”
When he wasn’t pretending to be tough, Storm had
a rather angelic appearance. How could Alex resist? Cupping a palm over Storm’s arousal, Alex squeezed and rubbed Storm through his jeans.
The power of his control flooded Alex. He leaned into Storm and licked the shell of his ear. He whispered, “If I keep going, you’ll make a mess in these nice jeans.”
“Don’t care.” Groaning, Storm thrust against Alex’s hand.
Alex continued to massage Storm’s crotch, making the man in his arms completely at his mercy.
Everything in Alex longed to take Storm to completion. No one paid attention. Many of the other dancers were involved in similar covert activities. But Alex craved an admission of sorts from this difficult man. “What do you want?”
Storm huffed out air and struggled to take in more. “You know.”
Alex did, but he made sure the touch of his hand remained light to torture Storm in a most glorious way.
Storm writhed against him. “Don’t make me say it.”
“But I might not understand. You’d better tell me.” Alex teased his lips over Storm’s throat. Storm wasn’t getting what he wanted unless he asked—nicely.
“To kiss you as you rub me to orgasm,” Storm begged.
Alex couldn’t give what Storm desired until his surrender was complete. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to put the four of them into a position for all of them to get what they craved, but he had to try. Alex dropped his voice to a gravelly growl just shy of a command. “Beg me.”
“Oh, God.” Storm panted and thrust with urgency against Alex’s hand.
“Beg.” Alex had no intention of giving in until he did.
Finally, Storm acquiesced. “Please, Alex. I’m begging you. Kiss me. Make me dry-clean my fucking jeans. I don’t care who sees us… just kiss me and—”
Pressing their bodies and mouths close together, Alex controlled Storm’s every movement. He rubbed his hand harder gave Storm the pressure he required. Alex rubbed firmly making Storm’s head rolled back.
“Kiss me,” Storm moaned.
He skidded his mouth to Storm’s throat, licking, biting, and sucking until Storm reached his limit. “When I kiss your lips, I want you to come. Understood?”
Storm whimpered and gave a jerky nod.
An incredible surge of power mixed with love raced through Alex. He gripped a hank of Storm’s glossy hair and tilted his head at the right angle. He crashed his mouth onto Storm’s in an openmouthed tangle of tongues.
The man lost control with a muffled groan.
Alex danced in time with the pulsating cock erupting in Storm’s jeans. Rubbing and massaging the spasming shaft made Alex’s pants tighten further.
Storm gasped and slumped against Alex, spent. He flashed his gaze toward where Cutter and Uli had disappeared. Hauling himself away from Alex, Storm tried to stand on his own, but Alex put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Dazed amber eyes gazed at Alex until they focused. “I, um, I got to go.”
Without another word, Storm hurried toward the front exit of the club, bumping into several men on his way out. Alex missed him already.
If only there was an easier way….
Thankfully, his arousal abated as he trudged back to his room. Alex had almost been tempted to stop by the extraction room. He definitely wanted to donate, but he’d wait for Uli to return. They had to talk, and Uli would require his attention, so he sat on their loveseat and tried not to think about the evening.
His eyes fell onto a copy of The Mating Book. Would he find answers in the book?
A key turned the front door lock. The door slammed opened and was pushed shut with excessive negative energy.
“Uli?”
“Well, he’s my mate. I was right.” Uli sounded pissed off. He threw himself onto the red suede loveseat next to Alex.
Alex glanced over at the clock. 11:40. He stifled a yawn. Remaining upright became a challenge. He turned to Uli and tried to smile. “It’s what you wanted, right?”
“Shouldn’t I be complete? Why do I still have a hole in my heart? A big fucking hole in my heart!” Ulrich turned away, but his sad sniffing filled the room. “And don’t say he’s not my mate. I tasted him. He is.”
Alex had to offer comfort. He dragged a distraught Uli into a tight hug. “Shhhhh, it’s okay. We should talk.” Uli belonged in his arms. How could Ulrich not know they were fated to be four? “Perhaps he’s not your only mate.”
“What?” Uli twisted away and wiped a sleeve over his face.
“I should have had you talk to Jackson and Corey—”
“Corey’s a slut.” Uli yawned and shook his head.
“Don’t say that.” Alex put a finger over Ulrich’s lips to quiet his words. No, that wasn’t the point they needed to—oh God!
Alex barely restrained a moan. Uli tongued his finger like it was the best tasting lollypop ever.
“He’s always hitting on any man within a ten-mile radius. Especially you.” Ulrich didn’t seem to realize what he was doing with his tongue, or he simply enjoyed the taste of Alex’s finger.
Alex’s mouth went dry as his finger slipped between Ulrich’s lips. “He’s not. They’re just searching for their third mate.”
His beautiful mate continued to suck his index finger like it was a stick of candy. Each draw went straight to Alex’s penis.
“No, we need to—” Alex couldn’t think. God, Ulrich’s mouth was hot. The very same mouth that bought Cutter to satisfaction was tending to Alex.
“You’re right. We need to do this!” Uli pushed up against Alex and whimpered. He rubbed the lower half of his body across the front of Alex’s jeans.
“We… talk…” Alex shut his eyes and savored the attention he craved.
“I don’t understand.” Uli’s eyes misted over as he urgently increased their contact.
Alex needed to explain, but he had no energy.
“Want you bad. Not supposed to want you.” Uli kept sucking Alex’s finger with his wet mouth in between his disgruntled words.
“You are… Not just…” Alex’s jeans grew tighter. He had to think, but Uli rubbed back and forth against him in a maddening rhythm. Still aroused from the birthday tradition and Storm turning to him for comfort and release, Alex was losing control. This slow slide, with the focused suction on his finger, became too much to bear.
“Alex!”
“Oh, Uli.” Alex opened his eyes and tried to stop, only to enjoy Uli’s face twisting up as his mate found release.
Alex was helpless to resist his oncoming orgasm. Ulrich continued to tug on his finger in long, sucking pulls, drawing Alex’s finger deeper into his mouth. His body pulsed out his relief in pleasured spasms, echoing Uli’s.
Uli moved the lower half of his body in time with the throbbing of their shared climaxes. Again and again, Uli humped and rutted against Alex, providing and receiving satisfaction.
Exhaustion fell over Alex exactly how Lafayette said. A quick glance at the clock told Alex he was out of time.
Uli stumbled off Alex and didn’t let their gaze meet as he backed away. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
Alex had no chance to respond. Uli…
Uli’s bedroom door slammed shut.
Not how he’d wanted the evening to end.
Alex stood and lost his balance, grabbing on to the counter to stabilize himself. He used the wall as he stumbled into his bedroom.
For the first time ever, he locked his bedroom door.
A deep sleep captured him.
14
You Talk, I’ll Suck
Pounding on Alex’s door hurt Uli’s fist. Why did Alex lock the door? He never locked the door. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Nothing.
Uli banged on the door harder, not caring that the action appeared insane and clingy. He had to see Alex! Now!
A grumbled growl floated from the other side of the door. “Exhausted. Need sleep.”
Alex was never a late sleeper. Irrational fear sliced through Ulrich. “Are you hurt? Should
I call the doctor?”
“No!” was followed by a groan of agony.
He tried the door. What the hell? “Open the door.”
“Uli, I’m fine.” Ulrich pressed his ear against the door and heard a muffled moan. “I need sleep… a little more.”
“But—”
“Later.” Before Uli objected, Alex added. “I know we need to talk. I promise, give me until after lunch.”
“Um, sure.” Uli tried not to sound pouty. Alex must be exhausted from his party. What did the birthday boy do after Uli had left with Cut?
Uli didn’t want to study, so he meandered around the grounds. The acres of rolling green hills around the house and Club Zombie reminded him of the parks and meadows his mom used to take him hiking in. He’d been four or five, but he’d loved those long walks, holding her hand. They’d hike for hours, listening to the woods and each other.
Uli stopped for a moment to hear the breeze rustle the leaves and feel the warm sunshine on his face. He missed Alex, Cutter, and Storm. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d just seen them a few hours ago. He plopped down the pond’s edge and tried to figure out when he’d become codependent.
Immediately, the ducks came over, looking for a handout. “Sorry, guys. I have nothing but a pack of gum.” He held the stick of gum out. Most of the ducks quacked and swam away, disgruntled. A few eyed the shiny gum packet and appeared to be considering cleaning their breath.
He pulled out his phone to check his messages. Nothing. Cutter hadn’t responded to his “Good morning” message. Maybe he was mad about the awkwardness afterward.
They’d made out desperate and crazy until they’d relieved each other with the sweetest oral sex Uli could have imagined. After the climaxes, Uli got intense and clingy. While he was trying to figure out how to tell Cutter they were mates, Cutter all but ran away. Dammit. He needed to talk to Cutter about the whole “mated forever” thing.
Geez, one blowjob and the poor guy would be stuck with him for life… if they did the blood exchange. Though it would be an eternal life… unless Cutter refused.
