by Fel Fern
Tom took a breath, but Raul didn’t interrupt. If Tom needed him to listen, he would. Digging up info on both Bradley and Tom, he came to the conclusion that by being mated, Bradley had also isolated Tom. He didn’t think Tom had many close friends. Plenty of acquaintances to rub shoulders with at events Tom hardly cared about, sure, but friends willing to be his sounding board?
“You must think me silly for easily breaking down.”
“You didn’t break down.” He joined Tom on the couch, reached out unthinkingly for Tom’s hands, marveling at how small they were compared to his, how fragile, but he knew better. Another person in Tom’s situation could have been sucked in, lured by all the glitz and glamor of a superficial lifestyle. Tom clawed his way out of it by sheer will alone, one goal in mind. “You wanted freedom, you got it. You were a bird caged for five years, give yourself time to breathe, figure out what you want.”
“It’s just,” Tom expelled a breath and looked right at him, eyes vulnerable, exposed, full of hidden pain. “I’ve been alone for so long, it’s crippling.”
“I’m here,” he said, hoping the words would reach Tom’s heart. “I’ll always be here for you.”
“Why?”
An important question, but Tom deserved the truth.
Raul brushed a gentle finger down Tom’s neck, pleased by Tom’s shiver. He rubbed circles into the spot where Tom’s shoulder flowed to his neck, where Bradley’s old mate mark used to be. “Because you’re my mate.”
Chapter Six
Those words sent a shiver of anticipation down Tom’s spine. With Bradley, the word held negative connotations, a chain that linked him to a man who’d never love him, who only saw him as an inconvenience. Passion blazed in Raul’s eyes, though, hunger stark enough to trigger his own. Like always when Raul was nearby, his dick pulsed in his jeans, wanting to be free.
He swallowed, all too aware the shifter in front of him could easily sense the changes in his body. He didn’t stop Tom from tipping his chin, angling his face for a kiss. He parted his lips and closed his eyes to enjoy Raul plundering his mouth, the kiss raw and rough.
Tom held nothing back. Gripping Raul’s left bicep, he responded, so eager for more of the werewolf’s touches and kisses. Raul ran his tongue over his lower lip, nipped at his upper one, then abruptly parted, gazing into his eyes. Hesitation flickered there.
“The last thing I want is to take advantage of you when you’re like this.”
Those were the last words he expected to come out of the werewolf’s mouth.
He let out a hiss of frustration. “You’re not taking advantage. After being deprived so long of touch, I want the next man to touch me to be you.”
Raul ran fingers up his arm, touch impossibly feather soft, yet at the same time, managed to spark all the nerve endings in his body. “I’ll be your first in a long time, but I’ll also be your last.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’m a possessive male, Tom. Once you become mine, I’m never letting you go. That’s my final word of warning.”
“These are the words I’ve always wanted to hear,” he admitted. “To truly belong to someone in every sense of the word. All I’ve experienced is neglect.”
Fury sparked in Raul’s eyes, but Tom leaned in close, snuck a quick kiss. He planted a hand on Raul’s broad chest, felt it rumble for him. Raul caught his wrists, preventing his hands from wandering, exploring.
“Bradley didn’t know what kind of gift he had on his hands,” Raul said simply, thumbing the racing pulse on his wrists.
“A gift?” He let out a nervous laugh. It had been so long for Tom that he didn’t want to screw this up, whatever this wonderful thing was with Raul. Raul’s worries seemed irrelevant, because the first time they met, want hit him so bad he forgot why he hired a PI in the first place. Back then, he felt immense guilt for being attracted to a stranger.
Raul brushed his lips against Tom’s ear, breath warm. “Let me show you what it’s like being with a real man.”
Then the werewolf grazed his teeth down the line of his throat, over the spot between shoulder and neck. He shivered. Wrists still restrained by Raul, Raul kept one hand over his, used the other to undo the button of his jeans, then his zipper. He let out a breath as Raul tugged the waistband of his briefs down and drew out his cock until it kissed cool air.
Raul’s big and callused fingers were a contrast to his heated, silken dick. The werewolf curved his lips to a mischievous grin and began sliding his hand up and down his length, pausing at his tip to flick away the pre-cum at his slit.
He groaned, incredibly aroused. At this rate, Tom wouldn’t be able to last under Raul’s care.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll blow,” he admitted.
Raul released his hands, blue eyes turning a complete shade of amber, lending the werewolf a darkly possessive, feral look. “Clothes off first.”
Tom rose to his feet, shrugged off his shirt, then kicked his shoes aside. His bottoms followed, until he stood naked and bared for his werewolf. A blush crept to his cheeks and neck. He’d always had a lean build, no matter how many times he tried to bulk up. That sometimes made him a target of bullies, but he learned to survive them in high school eventually.
Compared to Raul, those bullies had been specks of dust. Tom stared, albeit rudely, as Raul, who still seated, peeled off his thin T-shirt, unveiling hard muscles underneath. His mouth went dry, and he wanted to touch, caress, and pet the gorgeous male specimen in front of him.
Deciding to be bold instead, he knelt between Raul’s legs. Raul let out a growl as Tom reached for Raul’s belt buckle. “Let me,” he said, looking at Raul with a silent plea in his eyes.
Raul let him undo his pants. He let out a surprised gasp as he pulled out Raul’s thickening cock.
“I’ve never had anything so big inside me,” he murmured, eyes glued to the monster between Raul’s legs.
Raul chuckled. “Intimidated, little human?”
He let out a huff. In his mind’s eye, he could already imagine Raul sinking that glorious length into his tiny hole, stretching him wide. God. It really had been awhile for him, but when Raul said those words, that Raul would be his last, it felt both like a promise and threat. To utterly belong to someone, to completely claim his body and heart—he had a feeling Raul wasn’t just boasting, merely stating facts.
“Not at all,” he replied.
To prove his point, he slid Raul’s jeans and boxers down his legs. The werewolf helped him along, until they were both nude. He’d been guilty of having erotic dreams of Raul at night, especially those lonely ones. The Raul in his fantasies was a poor imitation of the real thing. Every inch of Raul was chiseled, hard muscle. How could a man like Raul want a skinny cast-off like him?
As if sensing his growing insecurities, Raul speared fingers into his hair, made him look up.
“What’s wrong?” Raul asked.
“I just can’t believe an amazing guy like you would fall for someone like me.”
“I should say the same for you, little human.” Raul leaned forward, pressed their lips together. This time the kiss was slow, tender, as if they had all the time in the world. He sighed in contented, falling on his heels.
Confidence restored, he leaned in close, with Raul using his hair as a handle. He went to work, licking at Raul’s slit, using his tongue to pay attention to the sensitive spot under Raul’s cockhead. He dragged it lower, tracing every vein, bump, and ridge of Raul’s glorious prick. Hearing the werewolf’s snarl of approval riled him up.
A tug on his hair told him the werewolf wasn’t that patient. He opened his mouth, started to take Raul’s length down his throat. Tom gagged at first, unused to Raul’s size. Determined to succeed, he tried again, taking Raul’s dick inch-by-inch, until Raul’s tip hit the back of his throat. He bobbed his head up and down, his own dick twitching, coming to life between his legs.
Raul tightened his grip on his hair, his voice came out with
a growl, “Let me take over.”
He held his mouth open, so Raul could slide his dick in and out. Sensing the werewolf was close, he stilled as Raul pumped faster.
“Swallow,” Raul instructed.
Tom was only happy to. At the last push, Raul climaxed, shooting his load down Tom’s throat. He obeyed, tasting Raul’s need in his mouth. Some dripped down the sides of his mouth, but Raul reached out and wiped it away.
“Good job,” Raul said, the praise making him smile. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
He rose to his feet, blinked as Raul did the same and grabbed his arm.
“Bedroom,” Raul ordered.
He let the dominant shifter male lead up him the stairs. They went straight to Raul’s room. Raul maneuvered him to the bed, until the back of his legs hit the footboard. The werewolf gave his chest a tiny shove, until he landed on his ass on the soft sheets.
“Scoot up.”
He did as he was told, heart racing. Tom always knew he was submissive in the bedroom, would like nothing but to take the orders of a strong, dominant male capable of making his body sing. Raul blanketed his body over his a second later, pinning his wrists above his head. Then the werewolf slammed his lips over his, all heat and passion.
Feeling playful, he nipped Raul on the lower lip. Raul pulled back, riled up. The werewolf started kissing the side of his neck, moving lower, leaving a path of tiny bite marks that left his body slightly aching, yet he wanted more, to be completely owned by Raul.
Raul reached his chest, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked down hard. He tensed at the graze of teeth, but Raul took that opportunity to give his balls and cock a squeeze. Pleasure clashed with pain. He groaned, shifted, but the werewolf effectively pinned his body under his larger one. Looking down, he saw the perfect imprint of Raul’s teeth.
Unexpected pleasure coursed through him at the sight. Raul, he realized, seemed intent on marking his territory, what he deemed his. He smiled, the thought losing focus as Raul began stroking his prick again, dragging fingers down Tom’s tormented cock, balls, even as to play with his puckered entrance, teasing him by drawing circles over the puckered flesh.
“You tease,” he accused, only making Raul laugh.
Those pupils turned into burnt gold. “I want to see you come for me.”
“I—” he began, thoughts scattering to the wind as Raul began stroking his dick faster.
Unable to focus on anything else but the heat emanating from his insides and going right to his dick, his breaths turned ragged, heart starting to gallop. He gripped Raul’s broad shoulders and was gifted with another kiss and more.
Bradley had denied him so much, left him starving for affection whereas Raul was a generous lover.
He managed to make that observation to Raul.
Raul’s gaze turned deadly serious. “Baby, I’ll never do that to you. I’ll give you whatever you want, whatever you need.”
Warmth shot through him, until he forgot how to form words. Together with Raul giving him the best hand job of his life, thinking was futile. He finally understood why he considered Raul so lethal. This man had a way of getting under his skin and making a home in his heart.
Last. Yes, he wanted to be Raul’s one and only.
Raul pinched his tip, and that did the trick. Chest heaving, he let out a scream. The room faded from his line of sight. He emptied his balls, painting Raul’s abs and stomach with his cum. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a long, intense orgasm. When he was lonely, he’d use his own hand, but those private moments of masturbation felt like a pale reflection, especially compared to being pinned under a man who was both possessive and tender.
Chapter Seven
Fuck, but Tom orgasming sounded like music to his ears. Raul decided he liked his human at his mercy, liked seeing Tom come undone, expression turning languid the way it did so now. He’d never seen anything so fucking gorgeous.
His heavy dick pulsed between his legs, and he told his human, for Tom was his now, “We’re not done.”
Despite the haze of bliss clouding Tom’s mind, Tom smiled up at him. That smile, reserved solely for him, Raul decided, came straight from the heart, the heart that would soon belong to him.
“No, we’re not,” Tom agreed. “I can’t wait to have that dick inside of me.”
“My thoughts exactly, baby.”
“Baby,” Tom mused. “I like that. No one’s ever given me a term of endearment.”
No wonder Tom seemed indifferent and closed-off the first time they met. That had been a kind of defense mechanism for survival. Once he breached Tom’s inner shields, he saw that a passionate individual lay underneath.
He pressed a kiss to Tom’s mouth. “Wait, I’ll get the lube and condom.”
“Werewolves have no need for condoms, right? And I’m clean.”
“You sure?” Because of riding Tom bareback, with no thin plastic between them, would be heaven.
“Absolutely.”
At that confident answer, he got off the bed and opened the drawer beside it to procure the lube. He returned to Tom, stood at the edge of the bed. “Slide a little down, good.”
“What next?” Tom asked, looking up at him for instructions. He had a feeling that before Bradley, Tom had limited experience when it came to the bedroom. That only excited him, because that meant he could give Tom quite the education. They could try new things together. The thought made him smile.
“On all fours,” he said, helping Tom to his hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Tom’s belly. Tom’s tempting ass stared back at him. The human even spread his knees further, exposing his pink little hole.
“I like lovers with initiative,” he remarked.
Tom looked at him over one shoulder, frowning. “You had many lovers.”
A statement, not a question. He wouldn’t lie to his mate about his old life, so he told Tom the truth. “Before I met you.”
Tom blinked.
“Baby,” he drawled, running his hand over the curve of Tom’s tight ass, liking the human’s shiver. “Since I met you, I can’t think about, let alone look at, any other guy. Does that answer appease you?”
“Good enough.”
He chuckled. Raul always liked the little spark of defiance in Tom, loved the fact this slender human could easily stand toe-to-toe with a dominant shifter. Taking the lube, he uncapped it, spread some on his fingers, before working some into Tom’s hole. Tom squirmed.
“Behave,” he chided.
“Are you going to start teasing me again?” Tom accused.
“I like touching you, how you respond to me, but I need to prepare you, too. I’m not exactly small.” Lovers complained about his rough love making before, but Tom was different, a perfect fit to his wolf.
“Okay, I’ll try to behave.”
Smiling, he slid a finger inside Tom, then added a second. Tom moaned in front of him, thrusting his ass at his hand. He gave Tom a playful swat with his free hand. He made twisting motions with his fingers, then added a third. Raul must have brushed against Tom’s sweet spot, because Tom let out mewl. He did it again, just to hear that sound.
Deeming Tom ready, he pulled his digits out and replaced them with his cock, already steel-hard. He pushed in slowly. In front of him, Tom clawed at the sheets as he made progress. It was tempting to shove all the way in without finesse. Need and hunger rode him, tempted him to start rutting his mate, but hurting Tom was the last thing on his mind.
Feeling Tom’s inner muscles clamping down on his shaft, he gritted his teeth. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”
“Is that a compliment?” Tom managed to ask.
“Fuck yes. Breathe for me. Good.”
Once he passed the thick ring of muscles, it became easier. Finally, he sheathed himself balls deep inside his mate. Tom let out a breath in front of him.
“Hurt?” he had to ask.
“It burns a little.”
“Don�
�t worry, little human. I’m going to make you fly now.” He began thrusting in and out of Tom, started slow at first, but found a rhythm which suited them both. Soon enough, Tom met him for every push.
“Faster, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll comply,” he couldn’t help but respond.
They were soon unable to form words as he picked up the speed, going deeper and deeper, breaching Tom’s most intimate places. Raul reduced them both to animal noises, to pants and groans, letting their bodies do the talking. He could sense his wolf in him, close to the surface, urging him to complete the dance, to make Tom theirs forever.
However, Raul knew it was too soon, that Tom still hadn’t completely recovered from his old nightmare of a fake relationship with Bradley. Wait, he told his wolf. Soon enough, his efforts would be rewarded. For now, he’d savored every moment, his dick buried so deep inside Tom, he branded and claimed Tom completely as his.
Reaching between Tom’s legs, he began working Tom’s prick, timing it with his strokes. He shifted the angle of his hips, hit Tom’s prostate again. Tom arched his back, crying out.
“Do that again, please,” Tom uttered.
He was only happy to. Raul aimed for Tom’s sweet spot repeatedly, not holding back. At the same time, he worked Tom’s prick faster, timing their orgasm together. He pressed his mouth against Tom’s throat, aware Tom’s neck tendons stood out in stark relief.
Raul had a feeling Tom wouldn’t fight him, would welcome his mate mark, but he couldn’t do that to Tom. Not now. He planted a kiss there instead, bit hard enough to leave a bruise but not break skin. It was a silent promise of what was to come.
Then he focused on bringing them both over the edge. He hammered in and out of Tom, gave Tom’s balls a squeeze. That did the trick. Tom whimpered and moaned, covering his hand with jizz. Hearing Tom climax triggered his own. Several thrusts later, he let out a growl, which practically made the walls of the room vibrate. He filled Tom’s ass with his seed, his wolf content and sated inside of him, no longer pushing him to put their mark on Tom.
