by Anya Byrne
He bared his teeth, displaying his elongated canines and not bothering to hide the golden glow of his eyes. The stench of urine hit his nostrils as the human pissed himself. "I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean it. So sorry."
Saul might have done something very stupid—like reminding the bigot of the consequences of his actions by clawing him—but Gavin pressed a hand to his shoulder. "It's all right. He's not worth it."
Just like that, Saul started to calm down. His canines receded and his vision cleared, turning human once more. He dropped the asshole to the ground and left him there. The human was so drunk he wouldn't remember a thing anyway.
Saul turned toward Gavin and brushed a kiss over his mate's forehead. "You're right. Let's not allow him spoil our evening. "Did you drive here?"
Gavin shook his head. "I took a taxi. I don't know this neighborhood very well."
That actually worked better, because Saul wouldn't have to worry about vehicles and could just focus on his new-found mate. Wrapping his arm around Gavin, he suggested, "My place?"
Gavin smiled anxiously, now trembling ever so slightly in Saul's hold. His reaction triggered Saul's naturally protective instincts and he rushed to reassure the younger man. "Hey… You can still back out of this if you change your mind. No pressure. We can—"
"No!" Gavin interrupted him. "I want this, I do. I'm just… I'm worried I'll disappoint you."
"Oh, baby, you'd never disappoint me." When Gavin didn't acknowledge his words in any way, Saul stopped walking and forced Gavin to face him. "Someone hurt you. I can tell. You don't have to tell me about it, but just believe me that I would never do what that person did."
Gavin's eyes filled with tears. "It was my ex, Richard. He told me he could wait, but he was cheating on me the whole time. He told me I was frigid and couldn't fulfill his needs." He turned away from Saul, furiously wiping his eyes. "God, I can't believe I'm making such a mess of things. Here I am, with the hottest guy I've ever met, and all I can do is cry. You must think I'm so pathetic."
Saul wanted to hunt down this Richard guy and tear him apart, slowly. Instead, he hugged Gavin and whispered in his ear, "You think I'm hot?"
The unexpected question drew a small chuckle out of Gavin. "You know you are."
"Well, I think you're a hundred times hotter than I could ever be. And I want to prove to you tonight that you're anything but frigid or pathetic. Remember, baby, that cheaters and bullies always blame their own mistakes and failures on other people. There's nothing wrong with you."
At last, Gavin faced him and Saul was happy to see he'd stopped crying. His next words shocked Saul to the core. "Who are you really, Saul? I feel like I've known you forever, and I'm trusting you with things I'd only ever tell to my best friend. What is this thing between us?"
It's a mate bond, Saul wanted to reply. He held those words back, because he didn't think he could explain being a werewolf to his mate. "Why don't we find out together?"
Chapter Four
Saul lived in one of those tall skyscrapers designed to point out the wealth of the people inhabiting it. It had always seemed very cold and ostentatious to Gavin, and being here with Saul didn't change his mind.
However, there was one advantage in particular that Gavin hadn't expected about owning a place in a luxurious skyscraper, one that was revealed after Saul parked and guided Gavin into the elevator. The moment the lift doors dinged shut, Saul reached for him and crushed their mouths together.
Gavin wrapped his arms around Saul's neck and kissed the other man back, because he couldn't not do it. Ever since he'd first seen Saul, he'd desired him more than he'd ever wanted any of his previous boyfriends. But Saul wasn't like any of them. When he kissed Gavin, he seduced him into parting his lips, then thrust his tongue into Gavin's mouth, devouring him. He pinned Gavin against the cool metal of the elevator wall, grinding against him, his hard dick nudging Gavin's hip, practically demanding attention.
Gavin moaned into Saul's kiss, hating the clothes that kept them apart, desperate for skin to skin. He stabbed his hands into Saul's hair, all the while doing his own rubbing and grinding.
And then, over Saul's shoulder, he caught sight of a camera. He forced himself to break the kiss and pointed at the device. "We can't," he said breathlessly.
"It's okay," Saul said, already reaching for him again. "No one will say anything. They know they don't want to mess with me."
Maybe it was insane of Gavin to trust Saul's word. God only knew that the last thing he wanted was to have a tape of him having sex circulating on the Internet. And maybe he should have been alarmed by the forcefulness Saul displayed, both now, and earlier. But being here with Saul made him feel both safe and reckless. He threw all caution to the wind and reached for Saul's zipper. As he undid the other man's fly, he dropped to his knees, ready to worship the thing of beauty that was Saul's dick.
Because by God, Saul had an amazing cock. Saul hadn't even been wearing underwear—something that Gavin should have expected given the way the leather pants fit—so the moment the zipper was lowered, Saul's prick sprung out, thick and long, the purplish head already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Lust warred with uncertainty inside Gavin. He'd actually attempted to give Richard blowjobs before, but he always stopped right before he could do it. What if he sucked—no pun intended—at it?
Gavin hesitated for too long. The elevator doors opened and he lost his chance. He actually whined as Saul pulled to his feet and tucked his cock back into his pants. "Saul…" he whispered. "I want…"
He trailed off, not even knowing what to ask for. However, Saul didn't seem to be taken aback by this repeat show of indecision. He grinned and said, "Don't worry, baby. I know exactly what you want."
Was it Gavin's impression or did Saul's eyes glow gold? Were his teeth just a little sharper than they should have been? Nah, he was imagining things. His desire and anxiety were getting to his head. Hell, he didn't even think he could walk out of the elevator, let alone be a rational person.
As it turned out, Gavin didn't have to walk. Saul picked him up in his arms, carrying him with ease. As he stepped out of the elevator, he was already retrieving his keycard, all the while still holding Gavin with no trouble whatsoever. And Gavin found himself relaxing, because he felt so safe and cared for, more so than ever before.
Saul opened the door to the condo and carried him inside. Gavin didn't see much of the residence, because Saul didn't bother to give him the tour. He just raced directly for the bedroom and placed Gavin down on the biggest four poster Gavin had ever seen in his life.
Before Gavin even knew what was going on, Saul joined him on the mattress and pounced on him. When their lips met again, Gavin forgot all about his misgivings and lost himself in Saul's mastery of him.
Saul's taste drugged him, harsh, sharp and virile. He was a big man, but he somehow managed to keep his full weight off Gavin. His hands already slid under Gavin's t-shirt, leaving trails of fire over every inch of skin they touched. For his part, Gavin tried to mimic Saul as best he could, tangling his tongue with that of the older man and clutching helplessly at Saul's garments. Somewhere at the back of his mind, his rational side tsked at him, reminding him that an experienced guy like Saul would want more than such clumsy attempts.
Gavin couldn't stop now, and in fact he didn't even want to. When Saul broke the kiss so that both of them could breathe, Gavin found his voice and said, "I want to suck your cock."
Saul made a wounded noise, like Gavin's words physically hurt him. "Shit. Yeah. God… What you do to me."
Saul's incoherence somehow made Gavin feel powerful, but that faded when his soon-to-be lover pulled away. Gavin tried to protest, but Saul didn't even give him the chance. He started to rip off his clothing so quickly Gavin had trouble following his motions. Then again, taking into account the level of arousal clouding his brain, listing the letters of the alphabet would have been a problem.
And watching Saul strip really didn't help Gavin's con
trol. Once Saul discarded his shirt, Gavin couldn't help but reach for him, trailing his fingers over the lines of his six-pack. Saul growled, something which Gavin was beginning to get accustomed to. "Baby, you're playing with fire."
The sensual threat translated into a near-palpable caress for Gavin's over-sensitized body. "Maybe I want to get burned."
He'd never been able to talk dirty, and whenever he tried, it just made him giggle. That much hadn't change. He snickered and coincidentally, the sound came out just as his lover was discarding his pants.
Saul crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes, shooting Gavin an affronted look. "Oh, I take it my dick is funny to you now."
Gavin would have been worried that he'd accidentally offended Saul, but he saw the twinkle of playfulness in Saul's eyes. Ironically, the fact that Saul could laugh and tease even when they were in bed did what Saul's pure sex appeal hadn't succeeded in. Whatever fears he'd experienced in the elevator disappeared from his mind and he stuck his tongue out at Saul. "Maybe. You're certainly taking your time to do anything with it."
Now naked, Saul rejoined Gavin on the bed and crawled toward him. The play of his muscles reminded Gavin of a predator stalking his prey. "Good things come to those who wait."
As if to emphasize his point, Saul finally started to remove Gavin's clothing. Gavin didn't know what either of them had been thinking to even leave him dressed for so long. Heck, he felt bad that he'd completely forgotten to take his shoes off. But Saul didn't seem to care. He just eliminated every single obstacle slowly and steadily. He pulled off Gavin's sneakers and tossed them on the floor next to the remnants of his own garments. Gavin's jeans were targeted next, and he wiggled his ass in an attempt to help out a little. The motion appeared to titillate Saul who squeezed one of his ass cheeks as he lowered the garment. "What you do to me," he repeated.
There was something fierce in Saul's gaze, something that Gavin hadn't seen or found anywhere else. Saul's hunger for him seemed to go beyond the lust Gavin had seen in other men. Gavin had no idea how he could tell, but a need burned inside Saul, one so intense it humbled Gavin. And maybe it would have scared him a little, but he understood it, because he felt the same.
He had one moment of apprehension when Saul finally discarded Gavin's jeans. His lips twisted in a smirk that was pure sin, and he took hold of Gavin's briefs and pulled. Just like that, the cotton ripped, freeing Gavin's dick from its confines. In that lone instant, Gavin's insecurities returned, prodding at him, comparing his body with Saul's, and of course, finding himself lacking. How could someone like Saul ever be interested in someone like him?
He started to tremble, and although Saul couldn't have missed it, he didn't immediately address it. Instead, he helped Gavin out of his shirt. Once this last item of clothing joined the rest on the floor, Gavin was left in nothing but his socks, bare to Saul's gaze and more than ever aware of his inadequacies. And then, Saul brushed his lips over Gavin's in a ghost of a kiss. "You take my breath away," he murmured. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Maybe then, you'd realize how beautiful you are."
There was no more mirth now, no jokes, just honesty and the fire of the passion blazing hotter and hotter between them. And yet, even through all the lust that invaded Gavin, he had a flash of realization. This wouldn't be just for tonight. Perhaps Saul might consider him another notch in the bedpost, but for Gavin, it was so much more.
A part of him wanted to bury those feelings deep within his heart, but instead, he set them free. He couldn't have spoken to save his life, but body language worked best in such situations anyway. He pulled Saul in for another kiss, the other man's taste the only thing that could even temper this fire within him. Saul quickly took over, swirling his tongue into Gavin's mouth, exploring him, owning him. Their cocks brushed each other ever so slightly, not enough because of the difference in heights between them. Still, even with the less-than-perfect friction, Gavin could have easily come just from making out with Saul.
Saul had other ideas. All of a sudden, the other man tore his mouth away from Gavin's and peppered his face with butterfly-light kisses. He even brushed his lips over Gavin's nose and his eyelids with a patience that contrasted sharply to the desire Gavin could read inside him. As he progressed down Gavin's body, though, Saul became wilder, rougher. He spent an obscene amount of time exploring Gavin's collarbone, sucking and nipping on his throat. After that, he lavished Gavin's nipples with attention, at which point Gavin realized that holy shit, the bits of flesh were seriously sensitive. The moment Saul engulfed one of them in his mouth, Gavin nearly shot off the bed. A shock of pleasure swept over him, pooling straight into his cock. "Oh, yes... Please, Saul."
Saul flicked his tongue over one nipple, all the while tweaking and pinching its mate. As he finally released Gavin's tender bud from his mouth, he grinned ferally. "I love the way you say my name, but I think you wanted to do something else with your mouth."
Without any further warning, Saul straddled Gavin's face, his dick dangling right above Gavin's mouth. Gavin got an even better look at Saul's privates, and wondered how he'd ever been able to resist. Those plump balls and that thick shaft seemed to have been made to be worshipped by Gavin, and by God, he had every intention to do exactly that.
Gavin flicked his tongue over the leaking tip of Saul's cock, earning himself a grunt from the other man. Encouraged, he swirled his tongue around the head, greedily drinking in Saul's pre-ejaculate. The angle didn't allow him to get ambitious with his exploring, and maybe that was a good thing, because he didn't have any experience, and even less patience. Saul seemed to feel the same. He brushed the tip of his dick over Gavin's lips, which Gavin eagerly parted. Saul took advantage of Gavin's submission and thrust his dick into Gavin's mouth.
Both of them moaned, with the distinctive difference that Gavin's cry was muffled by Saul's dick. Still, the weight of Saul's prick on his tongue felt so right. The flavor of his pre-cum exploded on Gavin's taste buds, stronger than ever before, fueling Gavin's own lust. At first, Saul moved slowly, likely in deference to Gavin's inexperience, but soon, he picked up the pace, fucking Gavin's mouth with abandon. His scent overpowered Gavin, especially when Saul somehow managed to bury Gavin's nose into his bush.
Gavin might not have been able to blow Saul's mind with elaborate erotic tricks, but he enjoyed every second of what they shared. His lack of skill in this field didn't seem to matter to Saul, if Gavin judged by the now unrestrained grunts and groans of passion Saul kept letting out. Knowing that he, the supposedly frigid virgin, could give Saul this pleasure empowered Gavin, but it also made him ache for more. It made him want to give Saul everything he was and ever would be.
Was it crazy? Hell, yes. Would he regret it in the morning? He had no idea. But right now, he craved Saul, craved him so much it hurt. In fact, just sucking Saul's dick had him on the edge of climax.
And when Saul thrust one last time into his mouth and came, the unavoidable happened. The taste of Saul's spunk propelled Gavin over the edge, into the strongest orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life.
Gavin had never thought he himself could feel such bliss just because he'd given a guy a blowjob—given, not received it. But there it was, undeniable, unmistakable, truer and greater than any of the fears that had gripped him before tonight. He writhed under Saul, riding the waves of his pleasure, maddened with it. He couldn't swallow all of Saul's spunk, some of it dribbling on his chin, and he literally might have choked if Saul hadn't pulled his cock out of his mouth. But it was all worth it, so very worth it.
And Saul wasn't done with him, not by a long shot. He pulled away from Gavin, and Gavin had a small moment during which, even through the pleasure he experienced, he felt bereft. It didn't last, because Saul positioned himself between Gavin's legs. His hands were gentle as he spread Gavin's legs, and it was so easy for Gavin to trust him, to surrender to him.
He did note that, in spite of having just come, Saul was still hard, maybe
even harder than before. Against all odds, Gavin's libido flared back to life too, his dick twitching valiantly as it tried to mimic Saul's impressive stamina.
In the end, he didn't even have to put much work into it. Saul just had to reach for his opening, rubbing his thumb over Gavin's virgin hole, and Gavin's body responded. His prick went rock hard again and need rushed over him once more, like an unquenchable thirst and a burning hunger all wrapped into one.
He lifted his legs and pushed his ass out, begging for more with his body when words failed him. Fortunately, Saul was right there with him, sharing his desire. He reached for the nightstand and retrieved a half-empty tube of lubricant. As the other man squirted a generous amount of the liquid into his palm, it finally occurred to Gavin that he was at last taking the step he'd feared for so long, and with a man he'd only known for an hour. How odd that, all things considered, he wouldn't have liked his first time to be with anyone else.
Saul was almost frustratingly careful with him. He tested Gavin's hole with just the tip of a finger, then pushed it ever so slightly inside. Gavin forced himself to relax, even if it felt a little strange and unfamiliar. He focused on Saul, on the fact that he was the one sharing this moment with Gavin. Saul smiled at him and whispered, "That's it, baby. Relax for me. You're so beautiful."
He continued crooning sweet nothings to Gavin, and while Gavin should have known better than to believe them, he did. His flesh yielded to Saul's ministrations and soon, Saul could add a second finger. He pushed them in and out of Gavin, and the feeling stopped being strange for him. Gavin began moving back against Saul, needing more of the delicious penetration, aching for a more fulfilling one. And when Saul crooked his fingers inside him just so and touched something that practically made Gavin convulse in pleasure, Gavin could only cry out Saul's name and beg, "Please, Saul, fuck me."
Four words, four syllables that Gavin somehow managed to say—and they worked like a charm. The simple phrase seemed to flick a switch in Saul's brain. The gentleness was swept aside by the nearly ruthless intensity of the man who'd fucked Gavin's mouth and who'd promise to claim him even when they'd been in the diner.
