Saving Riley

by Fel Fern

  Zack sat back in his seat. On the other chairs, Riley noticed maps and duffel bags with weapons peeking out. “You guys were ready,” Riley remarked.

  “We always have weapons around in case of emergencies,” Zack answered absentmindedly. “Its standard protocol for any pack, right?”

  “Not really.”

  The pack Riley grew up in certainly didn’t tote ammunition around. He’d seen firsthand what Zack was capable of. If he multiplied that by more Darkfall wolves, he had no doubt they could be a force to be reckoned with.

  Riley shivered involuntarily at the frightening thought, but the vengeful part of him wanted those humans to pay. He could still remember the taste of fear and how his captors joked around, like they’d done this operation plenty of times. What happened to others like him who never made it out alive?

  Zack touched his hand, making him jump. Riley tensed, and then relaxed as Zack began stroking his arm, calming him down. Warmth spread from Zack’s rough fingers and seeped into his skin. He met Zack’s gaze, unsure of the fire alit in his eyes. Zack’s pupils were almost golden now, his wolf peeking back at Riley. Zack raised his fingers to his lips and Riley’s mouth went dry when Zack began kissing each one.

  “I…” Riley faltered, unsure of what to say.

  “Tell me to stop.” Zack slipped one finger into his mouth, sucking and Riley gaped at him. In his borrowed sweats, his cock twitched to life.

  “I can’t,” Riley whispered.

  He’d never been certain of anything in his life, but for once, he was confident he wanted Zack. How often had Riley imagined what it felt like, being wanted by a sexy and powerful werewolf like Zack? With Zack, Riley didn’t feel inadequate, or like someone else’s last option.

  “Let me help you chase away the fear, pet. Make you feel better.”

  Riley bit on his bottom lip. God knew he was willing, but would taking this road lead him to a downhill path?

  “Promise me one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Don’t end up hurting me, too.”

  Zack growled, eyes like golden orbs set in his handsome face, making him seem a little feral.

  “Little wolf, let me promise you this. Once I have you, you’ll want no other man. I’ll be your last. No one is ever going to hurt you again, because you’re mine.”

  Mine. He’d never heard anyone utter those words to him with pride.

  Riley shifted uncomfortably in his seat, heart racing, palms sweating. Zack wouldn’t know how much those words meant to him. The cocky bastard assumed Riley would be lost in the spell he cast, but fuck, he was right. Riley would cave. Why resist temptation when it was easier to yield?

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  Zack didn’t appear deterred. “You don’t know me very well.”

  “That’s the point. We’re strangers. This heat between us, that’s our wolves talking. We don’t even know where this might lead.”

  “I know where. Some place good. All those fuckers you’ve been with, Riley? They were blind bastards who couldn’t see what a real find you are. I’m about to show you what being with a real man is like.”

  Christ. Riley didn’t know where Zack came from, but Zack made his point.

  “Come find out, little wolf. See where this leads.”

  “Kiss me first. Please.”

  Zack smiled a wolfish grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  “One kiss and we’ll see from there.”

  “Aren’t you a cute romantic?” Zack clasped the back of his neck, bringing their faces close. Riley sucked in a breath at the proximity. “Let’s get one thing straight, pet. I’m the one in control here.”

  Riley shuddered. Zack went for the kill. The dominant wolf didn’t kiss, he plundered, all tongue and teeth. Helpless and wanting more, Riley recklessly responded, liking Zack’s firm hand on his neck, giving him the illusion of restraint. Heat crawled to his chest and thickening dick. Zack’s hands were everywhere, touching, exploring every inch of him and Riley was the same. Stupid clothes. Riley wanted them out of the way.

  When Zack’s tongue prodded at his lips, Riley opened them so Zack could deepen the kiss. His head reeled. The scent of Zack filled him, strength, pine, and musk. The kiss was a promise, Riley realized, that Zack would protect him no matter the cost. The thought warmed his heart. Zack parted his mouth. Riley stared at him, panting.

  “You fucking taste better than I imagine, pet. I want more.” Zack pushed the plates and cutlery to one side.

  “W–what are you doing?”

  Zack’s gaze moved from his face to the bulge in his jeans and Riley suddenly knew what Zack wanted a taste of next. Cheeks reddening, Riley licked his lips.

  “No way.”

  “No? Are you telling me you don’t want my mouth on your cock, little Omega?”

  “Here?”

  The image was too much for Riley. He could come right there, just from one kiss, but he held his orgasm back. How would he appear, like some kind of horny pup on his first mating season? That wouldn’t do, never before he felt so out of control in his life and he liked it.

  Zack growled. “We’re in the middle of the woods. No one will see us. Get that cute ass on the table or I’m lifting you up.”

  When Riley hesitated, strong arms easily lifted him by the waist and planted him on the table.

  “Much better.”

  “I still have my clothes on,” Riley coyly said. Where did this wanton self come from? Usually, he’d never initiate anything but for some reason, he wanted to please Zack.

  “You’re my present. Unwrap yourself. Shirt first.”

  Shyly smiling at Zack, Riley peeled off his tee. He’d never seen himself sexy before, but Zack looked at him as if he was edible. Zack moved his chair closer, until the denim of his jeans brushed against Riley’s. Brushing a hand up Riley’s left knee, Zack nodded to the rest of him.

  “Show me how hard you’ve gotten for me, little Omega.”

  Riley couldn’t pull down his sweats fast enough. Underneath, Riley wore nothing. Zack’s eyes gleamed with lust, helping him yank away the fabric and tossing it aside along with Riley’s shirt.

  “Now you’re perfect like this.”

  Heat crawled to Riley’s neck and cheeks as Zack nudged his legs wider, so his dick stared back at Zack.

  “Are you still going to deny you don’t want me, Omega?”

  “I’ve always wanted you. I’m just scared of this, of ‘us,’ if there even is a ‘we.’”

  Zack rubbed his knee, large hand moving up to his inner thigh, stroking him like a small animal that needed reassurance. It worked. Riley liked it, Zack’s sole attention on him. “Thank you for being honest.”

  “You can thank me in other ways. I thought you wanted to taste me?”

  “Mouthy pup.” Zack’s hands went on either side of Riley, and cupped his ass. Riley squeaked as Zack drew him closer to the edge of the table. Zack pried his ass cheeks open, fingering his puckered hole.

  “Oh, please. Not there.” Riley was certain his face was beet red by now.

  “Why? I’m going to sink my dick into your hole sooner or later.”

  The crude and erotic images Zack conjured in his head made Riley moan.

  Zack lowered his head to one of his nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud until it hardened. Riley gasped when he closed his mouth over it and sucked. He grabbed at Zack’s shoulders, wanting something to hold onto.

  Pulling his mouth away, Zack looked at him, smiling. “Such a responsive pup.”

  Zack took his right nipple, this time biting down. Riley cried up, buckling, but Zack gripped his thighs with his hands to keep Riley in place. When Riley looked down, he saw a perfect imprint of Zack’s teeth there and he didn’t know why he liked seeing it, like a badge of pride. A reminder he was Zack’s, at least for the moment.

  Not done, Zack took his time, kissing the line of his body. Riley moaned. No one had paid him this much attenti
on or treated his body like it was meant to be worshipped, especially not by such a thoughtful and powerful man. Zack reached his lower belly, planted a kiss on his leaking tip, but paused.

  “Zack?” Riley asked, uncertainly.

  All his hesitation vanished at Zack’s look.

  “Beg me.”

  “Please? You said you promised to make me feel better.”

  “I did.” Zack had a mischievous look on his face.

  That wasn’t a good sign, at least for Riley. Riley squirmed when Zack licked away the pre-cum on his cockhead, and tongued his slit in an agonizingly slow gesture. The bastard took his time, exploring Riley from crown to base, taking each of Riley’s balls in his mouth and sucking them. Riley understood the game, but he wouldn’t last. He’d always been on the giving end of any relationship and never on the receiving side, so Zack’s attention was new to him.

  “Zack, please. I wouldn’t last.”

  Zack pulled his mouth away. “Don’t you dare come without my permission, pup.”

  “Or what? You’ll bend me over your knee and spank me silly?” Riley regretted his answer a second later when Zack’s lips curved to a grin. He’d always known he was submissive in the bedroom, that he liked a little pain to his pleasure, but the men he’d dated always taken advantage of that little fact. With Zack though, it felt different right from the start.

  “You like the sound of that don’t you?” Zack chuckled. “Naughty, dirty, little Omega.”

  Hell. Zack’s words shouldn’t turn him on this much.

  “Do you have to talk like that?”

  “Why? Don’t you like it?” Zack resumed, finally taking Riley’s cock between his lips.

  Whimpering, Riley watched Zack take his dick whole, muscles of his throat working, then pulling out. Riley lost it. With a gasp, he exploded, spilling his load. By then, Zack managed to pull away, but Riley saw some of his load splashed on his shirt. He flinched, ready for an admonition. Most shifters would be mad but Zack looked amused, simply taking off his shirt. Seeing the solid muscles of his chest and torso, Riley swallowed. Should he apologize?

  Zack licked away the droplets on his lips, making Riley blush. “Remember what I said, pup?”

  “I can’t help myself,” Riley blurted. “I can’t remember the last time anyone gave me a blow job.”

  Zack shook his head, still looking smug. “You know what’s going to happen next.”

  He patted his knee. When Riley didn’t answer, Zack continued, “Each second you make me wait will earn you another smack, Omega.”

  Chapter Six

  Riley gaped at Zack, but Zack didn’t look like he was kidding around. Remembering that each second of delay would add to his punishment, he scooted down the table. Face red, he let Zack bend him over his knee, aware of Zack’s denim jeans brushing against his vulnerable flesh. Just like that and his cock woke up again, ready for more.

  “You need this, don’t you, baby? When’s the last time anyone gave you a proper spanking?”

  Riley sighed. “Too long. I’m not into the BDSM lifestyle, but I like a bit of pain on the side.”

  “I had a feeling.” Zack rubbed at his buttocks, making his squirm.

  Riley didn’t expect the first blow to land. The loud smack filled the room, the pain making him moan. That first spank went right to his groin.

  “Count,” Zack instructed.

  Riley did, groaning louder with each swat Zack delivered, never in the same place. By the time he reached twenty, his entire ass ached and his dick was hard. He felt Zack’s finger brush against his hole again.

  “Good pup. You’ve taken your punishment like a champ.”

  Riley glowed at those words. He craned his head, so he could look Zack in the eye and flash him a cheeky grin. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

  Zack chuckled, patting his inflamed buttocks, making him jump. “You need to get me hard first, pet.”

  Riley got off his knee and settled between Zack’s legs. This position felt right, with Zack sitting above him and him on his knees. He’d been looking all his life for the right man capable of taming him and here was Zack, right in front of him. Riley looked at the ridge of Zack’s erection, still contained in his jeans.

  “May I?”

  “Go ahead, pet.”

  Riley hastily worked the button of Zack’s jeans, then the zipper. Zack helped him along, until Zack was fully nude as he was, massive cock half-erect. Riley licked his lips, eager to return the favor. Once Zack threaded fingers through his hair and tugged him close, Riley lowered his mouth to Zack’s waiting prick. He swirled his tongue around Zack’s cockhead, licking away Zack’s pre-cum, while Zack groaned above him.

  Unlike some men, Riley loved giving blowjobs and the power it gave him. He took Zack’s prick between his lips, gagging at first at the size of Zack, before adjusting accordingly. Bobbing his head up and down, he cherished every appreciative growl and groan that came from Zack’s lips. Feeling Zack’s tug on his hair, Riley paused.

  “Enough, pet. I want to finish in you.”

  At that, Riley withdrew his mouth from Zack’s member. “How do you want me?”

  “Wait here.” Zack rose to his feet, disappeared into the bedroom, and came back with lube. He returned to his chair and patted his lap. “Come here, pet.”

  Riley straddled Zack’s lap, feeling Zack’s hand supporting his back. Zack didn’t seem to mind him circling his arms around his neck. One look and Riley could see Zack’s cockhead, purple and close to bursting. Uncapping the lube, Zack applied it around his fingers, gaze never Riley’s, making the entire experience intense.

  Impatient, Riley shifted on his lap. “Please, Zack.”

  “Please what, pet?”

  “Fuck me. Make me yours.” The last three words came out unbidden, but Riley was past caring.

  Zack put a finger into his waiting hole, curling, reaching his prostate. Riley moaned as he slid a second digit in and began stretching him, seemingly taking his time.

  “Please, Zack. I need you in me.”

  “Good answer.” Zack applied more lube into his hole, by then more pleas spilled from Riley’s mouth.

  Finally, he felt Zack positioning his cock into his hole. Zack pushed a couple of inches inside Riley, making him groan.

  “You’re so big, I’m not sure you’ll fit.”

  Zack gave him another mind-numbing and toe-curling kiss. “I will. Take me inside you, baby. You can do it.”

  Zack continued, sheathing himself all the way in. Riley’s eyes widened, but Zack held him steady. “Relax. Breathe easy for me.”

  Riley breathed in and out, knowing Zack would make him feel good soon.

  “That’s good, pet. Fuck, but you’re so tight.”

  Riley tightened his grip around Zack’s neck, gave him a little kiss which made the dominant wolf groan.

  “You’re going to be the death of me, little Omega.”

  Then Zack began to move. Slow at first, he settled on a rhythm. Each time Zack entered him, Riley felt their inner wolves coming together, becoming one. Whatever doubts Riley harbored before, they disappeared in the face of the truth, that their bodies were a perfect fit for each other.

  Why had Riley fought Zack?

  He knew why. It still blew Riley away such a strong and caring wolf like Zack would pick him, but enough thinking.

  “Zack.” Riley moaned into his mouth. “Faster, please.”

  Zack took his lips again, the kiss rough and bruising, as if Zack wanted to reaffirm his possession and Riley wanted to be claimed by him. Picking up his speed, Zack hammered into him, going deeper with each thrust. A scream tore out of Riley when Zack shifted angle, hitting his sweet spot.

  “Touch yourself for me, baby.”

  Baby. Too soon to be calling each other pet names, Riley knew, but the word sounded special on Zack’s lips and made him feel feverish hot and bothered. Reaching for his dick, Riley began pumping himself and the erotic sight seemed to spur Zack on. Za
ck aimed for the spot over and over. Gasping, panting, Riley shut his eyes as the pressure in his body built.

  “Are you close, pet?”

  “Very close,” Riley responded, voice breathy and uncontrolled.

  “Give it to me, babe.” Zack’s authoritative voice pushed Riley over the edge. Screaming out Zack’s name, Riley exploded all over Zack’s fingers. He sprayed some of his cum over Zack’s chest and stomach, but Zack didn’t seem concerned. Pushing into his slick hole several times, Zack let out a triumphant growl before reaching climax, shooting his load inside Riley’s ass.

  Riley sagged against him, but Zack’s strong arms easily held him steady.

  “Thank you,” Zack said against his ear, kissing his bottom lip, his neck.

  The knowledge Zack could be both a rough but considerate lover stumped Riley. He’d never met any man like Zack before. Most dominant wolves he’d seen in his parents’ pack liked exercising and showing off their power. Some of them even treated their mates like shit. Did a flawed Omega deserve a catch like Zack?

  Riley let out a shaky laugh. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

  Zack let out a rumbling laugh, reaching for his hand. Stumped, Riley watched, letting Zack lead his fingers, swiping them across the drying droplets of cum on his chest. Putting Riley’s digits to his own mouth first, Zack licked Riley’s fingers, gaze on him. Cheeks reddening, Riley wasn’t about to be outdone. He licked the rest of his seed dry, tasting both Zack and him combined, and it tasted better than good.

  “Good work, pet. Come on. Let’s clean up.”

  “Continue this in the shower?” Riley added.

  He hardly recognized this wanton part of him, this side of him that felt suppressed all his life. Each time his mother set him up with a blind date or when someone hit on him in gay bar, he’d always treaded on careful ground. With Zack though, he stopped worrying about being a disappointed. Zack wanted him, all of him, and didn’t need him to change one bit.

  Zack inclined his head, regarding him. A mischievous knowing smile appeared on his lips, making Riley shudder. “We’ll see.”