Dancing Around The Cop

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