by Lisa Oliver
more to it than that,” Terry complained quietly.
“There sure is,” Zander promised. Raising one hand to Terry’s
nape, holding him firm, the other sliding around Terry’s waist to
pull the man closer, Zander tilted Terry’s head gently to one side
and then closed the distance between them again. Terry moaned
and let his mouth fall open a little, something Zander took full
advantage of. Slipping his tongue just inside of Terry’s mouth he
was greeted by a taste finer than anything that had ever tempted
his taste buds before. By the Fates Zander made a silent vow
that he would never take this precious man for granted ever
again.
Chapter Twelve
Terry was all about sweetness, his berry scent that some might
think would normally be tart, was soft and sugary, with the
impression of cream adding to his sensuality. Zander had kissed
a lot of people, mostly women, and a few men when a hookup
demanded it, but nothing compared to kissing his mate. He let
his tongue go deeper, and then got the shock of his life when
Terry sucked on it, tentatively at first but then with more
confidence and strength. And holy fuck if that action didn’t just
resonate in his cock – it was like his tongue and dick had a direct
line to each other and Zander found himself humping up against
Terry’s slim frame, cursing the fact they were still fully clothed.
Skin. He needed to feel Terry’s skin. He’d only seen a hint of it
that one time, at Terry’s apartment, but now his fingers were
determined to find out if it was as soft as he remembered.
Scrunching up the bottom of Terry’s shirt and jacket, he slid the
fingers of one hand up his mate’s spine and wanted to groan out
loud. Silky smooth, gorgeously soft, but defined little muscles all
the way through. Could his mate be any more perfect? Suddenly
touching wasn’t enough, Zander needed to see his mate naked
more than he needed his next breath.
Planting his feet firmly on the floor, Zander stood up, still holding
Terry tightly in his grip. Terry cottoned on pretty quick to what
was going on and even though his mouth didn’t deviate from
what it was doing, Terry’s legs clamped around Zander’s hips as
though they were made to be there. Zander could feel the
hardness of Terry’s cock behind the man’s pants and the heat
sent a burning through his own body. Zander had enjoyed sex
more times than he could count, but nobody had ever set his
body on fire like Terry did.
Finding his way to the bedroom was the easy part, getting his
mate to disengage his tongue and his legs wasn’t so easy. Finally
Zander pulled his whole head back and was thrilled to see Terry’s
eyes held nothing but lust, and that mouth – God his mate’s lips
puffed up beautifully. Zander wanted to kiss him all over again.
“Is it clothes off time now?” Terry asked cheekily.
“Definitely clothes off,” Zander agreed. As soon as Terry let go
of him, he shucked his own clothes onto the floor in record speed
and was pleased to see that Terry had no reservations either.
Terry’s jacket went one way, his shirt went flying over Zander’s
head, and then Terry unzipped his pants and Zander caught a
flash of pink. Not flesh pink, but bright flashy pink.
“Stop,” he rasped out. Terry looked up at him, the first tinge of
uncertainty on his face.
“Please, let me do it.” Dropping his hands beside his body, Terry
lay back on the bed, watching him warily. Zander was fascinated
by the pink flash that was winking at him from underneath the
darkness of Terry’s pants. Climbing up onto the bed, he reached
out, pulling down the rest of Terry’s zipper and slowly, so fucking
slowly peeling back the black material.
Underneath those austere looking pants, Terry was wearing pink
satin and lace. His hard length was straining the material and
there was already a small wet patch causing a translucent spot
in that area. Zander groaned, totally transfixed.
“You don’t like them?” Terry should never sound so unsure, but
Zander would have to accept that trust took time. What he could
do is let his mate know that Zander’s particular kink, was for
satin and silk underwear, especially when it contained a cock. No
one knew that about him, but Terry deserved to know.
“I fucking love them,” he said with a growl as he buried his face
in the opening of Terry’s pants, mouthing over the hard satin
covered cock and inhaling his mate’s scent with every breath.
Terry gasped, then moaned and the wet spot got wider. Zander
lapped at it, feeling the head of Terry’s cock under the silk.
Keeping his mouth busy, Zander carefully peeled Terry’s pants
down his legs before sitting up to ease them off of dainty feet.
Looking down at his mate, Zander knew he was looking at the
perfect man for him. Terry was slender but beautifully formed,
light muscles rippling under that deliciously soft pale skin, his
bright pink underwear clinging to thin hips, stretched over
Terry’s hardened length. Zander had never seen anything so
wickedly decadent in his life. An angelic face and sexy undies,
what a combination.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, not bothering to hide the awe in
his voice. How he had ever thought that he could callously use
his mate for sex alone seemed so ridiculous now, Zander couldn’t
believe he had been so stupid. Lowering himself cautiously
because he wasn’t sure if his mate could take his weight, Zander
sighed as his skin met Terry’s, and then groaned long and loud
as his cock kissed the satin of Terry’s boy shorts. He knew he
was humping again, his fucking hips were on automatic. But the
feel of Terry’s underwear against his own cock was so erotic,
that Zander couldn’t stop.
Fisting his hand in that delightful length of hair on the top of
Terry’s head, Zander bent and kissed his mate again. And again.
And again. Every muscle Terry touched tingled, the man’s
smooth fingers caressed hesitantly over his skin, sending
Zander’s heat levels higher with every stroke. Zander’s wolf was
urging him to get inside of his mate, and clamp down on that
slender neck, but Zander wanted to wallow in the sensation of
touch. It had been so fucking long, and Zander hadn’t realized
until that moment, just how starved he was for someone to hold
him and caress him. He never knew someone could make his
body sing.
“Please,” Terry burst out with a moan long minutes later as
Zander nibbled his neck. “My ass feels funny and I can’t hold
on…”
It took a moment for Zander’s mind to catch up. He hadn’t
touched Terry’s ass yet. But then his brain clicked and he moved
quickly. Terry’s body was ready for him, like Omegas of old.
Zander had remembered his father telling him that when Terry
was ready for mating his body would take care of all the prep.
While Zander had been embarrassed his father had even
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mentioned the sex act at all, he was so grateful now, otherwise
he might have thought his mate was mental.
Sitting up again, he carefully pulled Terry’s sexy underwear off,
there was no way he wanted to destroy something so delicate
and sexy. Terry lifted his legs in the air, gripping his own knees,
and Zander was faced with a soft looking, well lubed twinkling
asshole just waiting for him to sink into.
“Are you sure?”
“I ache, I need. I’ve never been this horny in my life, and my
ass in on fire. How much surer do I need to be? Get in there and
do something about it.”
Trusting his mate to know his own body, Zander lined up and
pushed in, determined to take his time. Even though he came
with a self-prep mechanism, this was still Terry’s first time and
Zander wasn’t lacking in the cock department. But as soon as he
had pushed through what was supposed to be tight guardian
muscles, it was as though Terry’s body sucked him in and Zander
fell forward, having just enough time to put his hands on either
side of Terry’s head.
Heat. Terry’s insides were like a cream-lined silk furnace. No.
That didn’t make sense, but yet it did. Terry’s insides were soft,
yet firm, sucking him in, welcoming him, heating up like nothing
had before. Zander’s hips moved of their own accord and he
found himself balls deep in no time. As soon as he felt the brush
of Terry’s body against his pelvis, Zander forced himself to hold
still this time, unsure how Terry would cope with his size. Terry
had his eyes closed, and his body writhed in small sensuous
movements, tempting Zander with every twitch. How was
Zander supposed to resist something so wickedly seductive? He
wasn’t.
“Put your legs around me, little one,” Zander said, as he braced
himself on his hands. He knew the moment he moved it was all
going to be over far too quickly. Slim calves slipped around his
torso and Terry’s hands gripped Zander around the neck and
those puffed up lips opened again.
“Will you please fucking move. I won’t break. I’m an Omega,
damn it.”
Maybe he could go slowly. Ha. Who was he kidding? The moment
Zander flexed his hips, sliding free of that delicious heat, he was
sucked back in again. Within two strokes he was speeding up,
five strokes later he was pounding like a machine. Through it all
Terry made the sexiest noises, moaning, whimpering, sharing
his pleasure and spurring Zander on. Zander was helpless to
resist so he gave up trying.
Twisting his body slightly, causing his dick angle to change, had
Terry yelling out his pleasure. Zander reached down between
them, hunching over so he could kiss his mate and pump his
cock all at the same time. In a matter of seconds his hand was
coated with warm goo as Terry wrenched his mouth away from
Zander’s and yelled into the night. Zander had just a moment
to appreciate the wonder that was his mate’s face in the throes
of ecstasy, when his own balls gave him a warning. It was time.
Terry must have sensed it too because he tilted his neck, offering
such sweet submission. Zander’s wolf howled and Zander didn’t
hesitate, plunging his teeth into the tightly stretched skin,
marking his mate for all eternity.
“Oh Mother of God,” Terry yelled as Zander felt his mate’s body
spasm again and that was it for him. With the sweet taste of
blood on his tongue, his teeth lodged firmly in his mate’s neck,
Zander’s own orgasm took over. Pushing his hips as hard as he
could against Terry’s tight bum cheeks, Zander let his pleasure
overtake him, his seed pulsing into Terry’s willing body in what
felt like a never ending stream. As Zander rode the wave,
emotions hit him, and he instinctively knew there was one thing
he could give his mate. Disengaging his own teeth, Zander
lapped the wound quickly to stop the bleeding and then tilted his
own neck.
“Bite me, quick,” he said. At least he thought that was what he
said, but it was hard to know when his endorphins were pinging,
his brain was mush and his body was humming like it was filled
with electricity. Terry got the idea though. Sharp teeth pierced
his erogenous zone where neck meets shoulder and Zander’s
body soared as his second orgasm hit him before the first was
finished. Fucking hell, what an explosion.
Beneath him he felt Terry’s body twitch, more fluids soaking
their joined skin. He was aware that Terry had withdrawn his
teeth and was gently licking at his skin to help him heal. He could
feel Terry’s insides clenching him, drawing out his orgasm until
he thought he was going to pass out and all Zander could do was
hang on for the ride. It was incredible, exhilarating, and for the
first time in his life, Zander felt whole. More importantly he had
a new purpose in life. To keep Terry close, cherish him, protect
him, and love him until the end of time.
Zander finally got it.
Chapter Thirteen
Waking up encased in strong arms, and surrounded by a huge
solid body was a new sensation for Terry, but it was one he
thought he could quickly get used to. Zander’s room might be
sterile in appearance, but the bed was big and comfortable,
Zander’s body keeping him perfectly warm. Terry didn’t think he
had ever slept so well. But now, it was the dreaded “morning
after” that his friends used to talk about, and he wasn’t quite
sure what he should do.
Terry remembered what his mother had said, about how when
mates were claimed they didn’t like to be apart longer than
necessary. Both he and Zander had jobs, so doing their own
thing for the bulk of business hours was going to be a fact of life.
Didn’t his mate say that he and Sully worked long hours? If that
was true then Terry was going to have to be used to spending a
lot of time working himself. He didn’t want to be one of those
wimpy mates that sat around moaning because their other half
wasn’t around.
Maybe he should leave before Zander woke up? Then his big
mate wouldn’t feel awkward about him being in his face. As
wonderful as Zander had been the night before, Terry couldn’t
forget that his mate had planned that Terry keep his own place
after he was claimed, and that Zander would just visit him when
he could. Did that still apply? Terry racked his brains thinking
about the things Zander had said the night before. There had
been a lot of positives said – about being a good mate, and about
the caring and protective side of things, which yeah, Terry had
totally loved. But no specifics on how they would fit their lives
together.
Oh shit, Terry didn’t know what to do. In his own head there was
nowhere he would rather be than curled up in Zander’s arms. It
was the heavenly place he’d been dreaming of since he read his
first romance novel. But no. He should leave. Terry knew after
all the caring his mate had shown him during their date, and
beyond, he would be crushed if Zander turned all cold and hard
again in the light of day. Far better to leave now, before that
possibility came up. Maybe if he wasn’t around then his mate
might miss him, and come and look for him or something.
Although he thought it was probably a bit late for all that
nonsense, Terry wondered if he needed to play a bit hard to get.
Then he just as quickly decided that playing hard to get was too
stupid for words. He’d been got, good and proper. But how the
hell did he show his mate he wasn’t some clingy whiny person,
but a male with his own life? Terry had no experience at all
playing the mating game, or the dating game for that matter.
The worry that Zander would turn against him now morning had
come, was really making him anxious though. Yes. He should
get up and get out of Zander’s house before the man woke up.
A strong arm tightening around his midsection put paid to that
idea.
“Wolves don’t play hard to get, precious,” Zander’s sleep-ridden
voice growled out softly. “That’s human shit, and I think I’ve
done enough stupid human things to keep us apart up to now,
don’t you think? Go with your wolf instincts and let’s start
thinking about how true mates would handle things instead. I
don’t want you leaving me.”
“I didn’t want to leave,” Terry said, rolling over and looking into
his mate’s gorgeous pale eyes that were fixed firmly on him.
They didn’t look angry or anything. In fact there was a definite
twinkle among the green flecks. “But how did you even know
what I was thinking?”
Apparently we’ve been blessed with a mind link. Terry felt
Zander’s voice in his head. It felt so personal, so intimate, he
wanted to shriek and yell in happiness, and then kiss his mate
senseless. But he reminded himself he was a mated wolf now
and so he tried to take the mature approach. Thinking very
deliberately he sent out, why us do you think?
Perhaps because the Fates knew we could never work together,
given our career paths. But this way we can still keep in touch.
“You heard me!” This time Terry did lean forward and kiss his
mate. Zander had definite stubble in the morning, and Terry
found it added a whole new dimension to the kissing side of
