Dancing Around The Cop

by Lisa Oliver

  have to make something up to me. Why can’t you just trust that

  I forgive you and let it go?”

  Shit. Damn. Fucking Hell. His little sweetie was also damn

  perceptive, but Zander couldn’t help feeling just a wee tinge of

  relief. Alpha wolves did not bottom, at least not from what

  Zander had heard. While Zander was totally prepared to let

  himself be topped, confident he could control his wolf, Terry was

  right. It had been an offer made as a way of showing how sorry

  he was. And Terry knew that and, putting his needs first yet

  again, had turned him down. It was that realization that spurred

  the next words out of his mouth.

  “But you will do it one day? When you’re super sure about me?”

  The warmth in Terry’s eyes was intoxicating, his smile addictive

  and the brief kiss Terry gave him was enough to set every nerve

  ending in Zander’s body on fire. Zander tightened his arms

  around Terry’s hips, pulling the man closer so that their erections

  could greet each other through their pants. Not ideal, but it was

  a move in the right direction.

  “I’m already sure about you, my big strong Alpha,” Terry said,

  stroking his fingers down Zander’s face softly. “And I would love

  for us to enjoy another first together. That first. But it should be

  a celebration for something positive, or to mark a special

  occasion, not a payment for something you feel you owe me. I

  couldn’t do that to you.”

  “I love you,” Zander blurted out. He’d never said those words to

  another person in his life, but he had to let his mate know how

  he felt. As the words spilled out, he knew they were true. His

  heart lifted as he saw the gleam in Terry’s eyes, the wonder in

  that finely featured face and then the pure joy as the smaller

  man smiled – Yes! He’d been right to trust his mate with his

  heart.

  “I love you too,” Terry said, covering Zander’s face with tiny

  kisses. “I never thought you’d say it, I never believed, but oh,

  you did, and now…”

  “Now?” Zander couldn’t stop his own teasing smile. He felt free,

  the weight of his past actions had eased. He’d shared his feelings

  and they had been returned tenfold. Terry loved him and that

  was enough for Zander to know he truly was forgiven.

  “Now I want you to take me to bed and fuck me through the

  mattress. I need you to feel you inside of me, possessing me,

  wanting me, using that big cock of yours the way you’re meant

  to.”

  “I’ll always want you,” Zander promised as he stood up with

  Terry clinging tightly to his body. Zander did want his mate, all

  the time. In fact, after the night they’d had, and after the talk

  they’d shared, he wasn’t sure he would be able to wait until he

  got into the bedroom. His cock was throbbing with one purpose

  – to be inside of his mate. An idea Zander could totally get

  behind in a big way.

  Chapter Twenty One

  Terry had always had a thing for confident men, and while

  Zander didn’t talk much, he was proving himself a man of action.

  Being the focus of so much single-minded attention was mind

  blowing. Terry had previously kept a tight lid on his emotions

  around his mate, not wanting to pressure Zander into making

  declarations he wasn’t ready for. But the moment Zander had

  uttered those precious three words, it was like a tight band had

  loosened itself from around Terry’s chest. He felt totally free to

  express his love for his mate in return. He couldn’t believe his

  fairy tale of a true mate was actually coming true.

  Although there was nothing remotely Disney-like going on at the

  moment. Clothes were discarded with indecent haste including

  the sound of ripping cloth, before Zander’s huge body blanketed

  his, pushing his body into the mattress, stealing his breath. Terry

  was sure Zander was trying to tap his tonsils with that fat tongue

  of his, and as hands mapped his body, searching, teasing,

  rampant seduction with every touch, Terry’s whole being went

  into overdrive. Mind, body and even his twin spirits, all

  overwhelmed by the sheer emotion pouring off his mate and

  coursing through his own body. Terry knew the whimpers and

  moans he could hear were his, but his brain wouldn’t let him

  formulate any words. It was too caught up trying to process the

  pleasure Terry felt from every caress of Zander’s hands and

  tongue. Fuck, he needed words!

  Terry wanted to beg, to plead, to yell at Zander to get a move

  on. To shove that big cock his mate always seemed to have at

  the ready, straight in his ass until he couldn’t get it any deeper.

  Until they were one. For the first time Terry resented the fact

  that he would never need any prep, that his body loosened,

  opened, and lubed itself the moment he became aroused around

  his fated one. If he wasn’t ready, then maybe Zander would have

  stuck something in his ass by now. Fingers, tongue, a huge

  fucking cock. Terry didn’t care, he just wanted it. His whole body

  ached with the need he couldn’t keep inside.

  Thank the Fates his mate seemed to be on the same wavelength.

  Terry felt a slight chill as Zander’s body lifted from his, and then

  disorientation as Zander flipped him over onto his stomach.

  Hands gripped his hips pulling him into position, and with one

  swift thrust, Zander mounted him, his cock wedged in deep,

  Zander’s chest hard over his back.

  “Home,” Zander whispered in his ear. “You’re my home.”

  Terry’s insides melted at Zander’s uncharacteristic romance, but

  his body needed more than words. He wanted to feel Zander into

  next week.

  Move.

  Okay he might have yelled through their mind link, but Terry’s

  whole body was a mass of tingly nerves and sensations he

  couldn’t control or contain. He needed, he wanted, he didn’t

  know which way was up, and the only thing that made any sense

  to him was the solid length filling him and the slap of skin on

  skin as Zander rutted hard, deep and fast – in and out of Terry’s

  willing hole – like a demon possessed.

  Underneath Terry rocked with him, going with the flow, getting

  caught up in Zander’s rhythm, the big man’s need for him

  piercing every part of his consciousness. There was so much

  Terry could feel. Zander’s possessive nature, his own sexual

  need that appeared to burn through every part of Zander’s body,

  his strength, the power of his wolf and underneath all of it, his

  deep love. Zander loved him and it added a special layer of

  meaning to the sex they shared. Terry had never expected the

  sex between them could get any better, but it had, and he

  reveled in the wonder of it.

  When his orgasm hit him, Terry cried out as his spunk hit the

  sheets below. Relief he had reached satisfaction, regret that the

  end had come too quickly. But it seemed that Zander had a lot

  more control than he did and even as Terry felt his body lapse

  into a
fterglow status, Zander renewed his efforts, pushing

  harder, faster, grunting as their skin slapped together, his

  stubble caressing Terry’s face and neck.

  “You will come again before I’m finished,” Zander promised and

  the deep huskiness of his voice had Terry’s cock firming up again

  before it had even fully gone down. Collapsing his arms Terry

  laid his face to one side on the sheets, giving himself over to

  Zander’s passion. The big man followed him down, his hips never

  missing a beat, and even as he wondered how the hell a man

  could do that, Terry couldn’t ignore the flames that shot through

  him as Zander lovingly ran his canines over his mating mark.

  Terry felt himself floating, his body anchored by the weight of

  Zander over him, his mate’s cock inciting pleasure with every

  thrust. His mind, his soul, his wolf spirit – it was as though they

  were floating above him. All he could feel was pleasure, all he

  knew in that moment was Zander and although he could barely

  believe it, when he finally felt Zander’s hips stutter, his thrusts

  becoming more erratic and the length inside of him swelled just

  that little bit more, Terry was ready. He was ready to come

  again, just like his mate had promised. He just needed one last

  thing…

  Zander’s teeth pierced his throat, one split second of pain, then

  wafts of pleasure flooding his body. Terry moaned, no energy

  left to cry out as he erupted, his sperm soaking the sheets

  beneath him at the same time as Zander’s coated his insides.

  Then Zander’s teeth were free, a brief lick and the last thing

  Terry heard as he fell into sleep was the caressing voice of his

  mate.

  “I love you so very much.”

  Terry hoped he responded. He thought he got his mouth to say

  the words. But honestly he wasn’t sure. Sticky, laying on a wet

  spot, none of that mattered either. He was asleep.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Terry hummed quietly, an illusion of calm among the chaos in

  the dressing room at the back of the hall where the rehearsal for

  the Diva night was underway. It had been just over two months

  since he and Zander had got together and in that time both men

  had adjusted to living together and finding ways to show their

  love for each other. Zander took Terry out as regularly as his job

  allowed, never worrying about slur comments, or the odd looks

  some women gave him. It seemed to Terry that from the

  moment Zander had made his choice, and come to his senses,

  the man didn’t blink at what other people thought about him.

  Zander was proving to be the most devoted of mates.

  Terry had met some of Zander’s work colleagues, they had

  double dated with Richard and Roy, gone to dinner with Joel,

  Charlie and Max, even Morgana, Davina and Lucy had joined

  them at a karaoke place one night. The only place Terry wouldn’t

  go, even with Zander, was Club Blue, despite his friends telling

  him more than once that the odious Norman had gone into hiding

  since the class action suit against him had been filed. Terry

  wasn’t about to run the risk of seeing the man again.

  The two men had also gone for runs together in wolf form a few

  times, Zander driving the 50 miles north of the city to the Sam

  Houston National Forest area. Zander was always careful,

  making sure no hikers or campers were nearby before either of

  them shifted. No wolf of any kind had been seen in Texas since

  the 1970s and with Zander proving to be a big black animal, and

  Terry being smaller, but pure white, it was imperative they kept

  away from public trails. Terry had been stunned at how playful

  his big Alpha could be. Protective, but so much fun to play with.

  Terry had missed that, having only ever run with his parents in

  the past. But by far, his favorite times were when he and Zander

  were home alone together.

  Only the day before, Zander had come home after a raid on some

  drug house or other. Terry had always thought his mate looked

  hot in anything, but it was the feral look in Zander’s eyes that

  caught his attention from the moment bigger man had burst

  through the door. Zander’s wolf had been in control, hyped up

  on adrenaline and probably feeling antsy at the conclusion of a

  hunt and the lack of a kill. Terry had just enough time to get his

  jeans off before Zander pounced. Yep, nothing like being

  pounded up against a wall by a guy in full riot gear.

  “Take that soppy look off your face, something’s shrunk this

  dress. It won’t do up!”

  Evita, one of Terry’s favorite new friends was standing right

  beside him, tugging at his dark blue chiffon outfit. The drag

  queen was right. The dress wasn’t meeting around Evita’s

  middle. Normally that would be grounds for a panic attack,

  especially with a full dress rehearsal going on, but Terry smiled.

  “Step over here, lovely. This fitted you yesterday. So just how

  many cream donuts did you have before the show?” He tugged

  Evita around, not an easy feat when the man was at least four

  times bigger than he was. Working quickly, he opened up the

  part of the zip Evita had gotten done up and pulled out his trusty

  stitch ripper.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about young man. I…” Evita

  trailed off as Terry quickly ripped through a false seam. A quick

  check had the zip closing smoothly to the top and Evita’s dress

  was fitting comfortably once more.

  Evita gasped, turning to look at the full length mirror that Terry

  had on the wall by his make-shift work station. Pirouetting

  around on high heels when you weighed over 200lbs couldn’t be

  easy, but Evita did it with grace and style.

  “How did you…what did you…how did you know?”

  “I don’t just pay attention to your dresses, sweetheart,” Terry

  said softly. “You eat when you get nervous and you still have a

  hint of cream on your teeth. I put in a false seam when I made

  your adjustments the other day just in case this happened.”

  Evita blushed, something else the big man shouldn’t have been

  able to pull off. But Terry had seen Evita in full Diva mode, and

  she was beautiful – very big, but a stunning presence on stage.

  “I can’t help eating when I know I’m going on stage,” Evita

  whispered, “but no one has ever taken my weight fluctuations

  into consideration before. But baked stuff makes me bloat up

  like nothing on earth.”

  “You might want to consider gluten free. But you look beautiful

  and that was all I was hoping for,” Terry assured her. “Now go

  and get your face done and then get out on that stage and strut

  your stuff.”

  “You’ll be getting a lot more work from me,” Evita promised him

  as the drag queen dropped a kiss on Terry’s head and wafted off

  to the makeup area.

  Terry kept smiling as he tried to clean up some of the mess left

  by men who wanted their transformation to be perfect, but didn’t

  think about little things like putting lids back on make
up jars,

  clothes in lockers or shoes on racks. The rehearsal was coming

  to an end. It was the last one before the real deal which was to

  be held in two days’ time. He wondered how many other

  alterations he would have to make to twenty odd costumes

  between now and then. Terry had gotten to know his new clients

  well over the past three months and he was confident he was

  prepared for any eventuality.

  Taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall, Terry picked up

  the pace. Zander said he would be off work in time to see the

  finale and to take him home. It had been, oh, almost ten hours

  since he’d seen his mate, and Terry wanted him with an intensity

  that was getting hard to hide. Thank goodness Zander usually

  felt the same way. Maybe they could have a quickie in the SUV

  again before they went home. Terry’s ass clenched at the

  thought, and he got to work.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Zander let himself into the hall, noting that all of the attention

  seemed to be onstage. There weren’t many people around, only

  the Diva’s and crew had been invited for the dress rehearsal.

  Zander couldn’t see any sign of Terry, but his mate had warned

  him earlier that he would probably be busy backstage until the

  rehearsal was over. On the night of the function itself, Terry

  would be introduced at the end of the show, as the designer of

  the clothes worn by the Diva’s and their escorts, but as tonight

  was only a rehearsal for the ladies to go through their paces,

  Terry had said he would meet him in the hall, as soon as he was

  done. From what Zander could see, all of the ladies were on

  stage, so Terry shouldn’t be too far away.

  Wanting to stay out of the way, Zander made his way across the

  room to a chair in the shadows of a support column. He moved

  quickly and quietly, keeping an eye on everyone and everything

  else. For some reason his wolf was on edge, but Zander put it

  down to spending a full day interviewing drug addicts who had

  been pulled in from the raid the day before. A thankless and

  hopeless task in most cases and one that usually made it hard

  to hide his teeth. Unfortunately busting one set of drug filled

  lowlifes didn’t mean the end of his case. It usually meant more

  work chasing up new leads, as one con after another tried to

  leverage their way out of long sentences by giving up their rivals.