by Anya Byrne
But that didn't mean he immediately complied with Gavin's request, oh, no. Instead, Saul scissored his fingers inside Gavin, mercilessly massaging his prostate. He added more lubricant and a third digit to Gavin's hole, stretching him, but also driving him crazy with passion.
By the time Saul deemed him ready for further intercourse, Gavin was nearly in tears in sexual frustration and wanton despair. At last, Saul removed his fingers from Gavin's opening and used more lubricant on his dick. He lifted Gavin's legs on his shoulders, and positioned his cock at Gavin's hole. He said nothing, but his eyes had that strange golden glow once again, and the nearly worshipful look they held told Gavin everything he needed to know.
Still, when Saul pushed, Gavin couldn't help but tense a little. He actually felt the head of Saul's dick pop in, and if he wanted to be perfectly honest, it wasn't wholly pleasurable. In fact, it kind of hurt, and Gavin was once more invaded by uncertainties. And just like before, Saul seemed to guess exactly what Gavin was thinking.
"Shh," Saul murmured, stilling half-way inside him. "It's always a little hard the first time. Just relax and breathe."
Gavin actually knew all about the first time being the hardest. He regularly had to have "the talk" with kids at his school—quite amazing given that he was a virgin. But somehow, it was different when he had to face it himself, and Saul's strength supported him. God, he couldn't imagine how difficult it must be for Saul to take his time like this, to be so patient with Gavin. As a rule, a guy's instinct was to just thrust and take his pleasure, but Saul wasn't like that.
He waited until Gavin completely relaxed, and only once Gavin nodded in approval did Saul push in further. Even now, he went slowly, sliding inside Gavin at an excruciatingly slow pace. But again, it was all worth it, because it only made Gavin more aware of every single second he spent with Saul, of every inch of Saul's dick his body received. He felt so impossibly full, and yet, Saul still gave him more. By now, the pain had melted into a pleasurable burn that made the entire experience better, more real. And when Saul was at last balls deep inside him, Gavin felt closer to Saul than he ever had to any other person in his entire life.
Gavin always told his students that they needed to choose their partners carefully, and that if they wanted to have sex, they had to keep in mind that it meant something. He'd gone against all that today, when he'd visited that club in search of a one-night stand, but in the end, he'd found something entirely different, a confirmation to what he'd been saying all along, and a man who he could too easily learn to love.
Fortunately, he didn't get the chance to analyze that thought too much. Saul pulled out of him and thrust back inside, striking Gavin's prostate in the process. Explosive pleasure swallowed Gavin whole, and after that point, he couldn't dwell on emotional epiphanies or past doubts and traumas. He couldn't think about anything, really, and he could only register the here and now, the rightness of being in Saul's embrace and feeling the other man move in and out of him.
Gradually, Saul started to fuck him harder, faster, his thrusts becoming almost violent. Gavin loved every second of it, loved seeing Saul let go and take him with abandon. It definitely helped that, every single time, Saul hit Gavin's special spot, propelling him into a particularly sinful version of heaven. At first, he and Saul moved together, with Gavin impaling himself on Saul's dick. But then, Saul released an almost angry growl. He pulled out of Gavin altogether and changed their position, flipping Gavin on his stomach.
After that, the sex became... Gavin didn't even have words to describe it. He'd have called it punishing, but there was no punishment in it, just pure, raw, wild, carnal bliss. Saul fucked him so hard, his dick piercing Gavin so deeply that Gavin lost all sense of reality, no longer caring about anything beyond this moment. His very sense of self became irrelevant, and he himself melted into a vessel of lust, completely at Saul's mercy and unwilling to change anything about it.
He didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been minutes, hours, years or centuries. Time ceased to have any meaning. But what finally pushed Gavin over the edge was the unlikeliest thing imaginable. After a particularly hard thrust, Saul lowered his mouth over Gavin's neck and bit down.
Pure nirvana exploded over Gavin as white-hot pleasure-pain swamped him. With a garbled cry, he found his peak in an orgasm ten times more powerful than the first. It came as no surprise that for a few moments, he completely blacked out, too lost in the pleasure to keep track of reality. In a strange way, as he embraced his orgasm, he felt Saul so close to him, almost like Saul's emotions were right there, within his reach, an open book he could skim, but not quite read.
He didn't know what that meant, and couldn't find out. Slowly, the carnal ecstasy melted into an afterglow that was pure contentment. When he opened his eyes, he found himself spooning with Saul, the other man's dick still hard inside him. He had no idea how that was even possible, but the head of Saul's prick somehow managed to stimulate his prostate. It almost felt bigger than before, and while that seemed like a stupid idea to entertain, the actual sensations were very enjoyable.
After two orgasms, Gavin was too spent to try a repeat performance, but the intimacy of it held a special charm. When Saul's dick finally slid out of him, Gavin couldn't help but experience a pang of regret.
He lay back on the pillows as Saul left the bed and walked out of the room. Saul returned moments later with a wet wash cloth, which he used to wipe Gavin down.
"Hey," Saul whispered as their eyes met. "Are you all right?"
A frown of concern marred his handsome face, and that gentle demeanor that had first reassured Gavin had returned. It contrasted so sharply with the wild sex they'd just had, but it was just as true as Saul's other side, the passionate one. Gavin's heart felt too big for his chest as he replied, "Never better."
Saul didn't seem convinced, but he still brushed his lips over Gavin's. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rough, especially since it was your first time."
"I am a little sore," Gavin admitted, "but I don't mind."
Saul lay down by his side and pulled him into his arms. "I seriously don't know what I did to deserve you, but I will never, ever fail you, and I'll always protect you," he said as he kissed Gavin's temple.
Gavin wanted to say something just as deep, but sexual satiation had settled into exhaustion. "Just stay with me," he managed to mumble.
Saul pet his hair and replied, "I will. Now get some rest, baby."
Gavin let his eyes drift closed. Feeling safer and happier than ever, comforted by Saul's strikingly familiar scent, he surrendered to slumber.
****
For the longest time, Saul just watched Gavin sleep. From up close, Gavin looked impossibly angelic, like a gift from the moon, pne that had dropped into Saul's lap. It only made Saul angrier with himself. He couldn't believe that he'd lost control so badly, that he'd already failed in keeping Gavin safe.
On the positive side, there was no longer any doubt that Gavin was his mate. Saul had known from the moment he'd scented Gavin's hair, but the sex they'd shared sealed the deal. Werewolves only ever knotted their mates, presumably to encourage procreation. That wouldn't happen between Saul and Gavin, but it had felt nice just the same.
Now that he'd bitten Gavin, though, he had to make a decision. What would he tell his mate come morning? They could do the dating thing like humans, and maybe Saul could break the news to Gavin gently. But Saul couldn't be sure that would work. He was fairly certain Gavin had noticed some of his "werewolf"-isms, but had been too anxious about tonight to dwell on them. Things would be different under the light of day.
And what would Saul tell his pack? Homosexuality wasn't exactly unusual, not in casual intercourse, but taking a mate of the same sex was an entirely different matter. If that mate was human too... There couldn't possibly understand.
Saul was snapped out of his musings by the sound of his cell phone. He quickly scrambled for it and rejected the call so that the damn device wouldn'
t wake Gavin up. Gavin stirred slightly, mumbling Saul's name under his breath and curling around a pillow. Adorable.
The phone rang again, and Saul knew he couldn't ignore it again. He left the bedroom and padded naked onto the terrace. "What?" he barked into the phone as he accepted the call.
"I take it I'm interrupting something," his older brother said. "Sorry."
He didn't sound very sorry, not that it surprised Saul. "Was there something you needed or did you call just to bother me?"
"You know I wouldn't do that, especially not on the full moon. There was a special meeting with the elders today. They showed concern about the number of wolves who no longer spend the full moon with their own kind."
Saul groaned. The last thing he needed was to fight off the crazy old elders who thought they still lived in the Middle Ages. "Finn, listen closely. I don't care."
"I know you don't," his brother replied, "but you should be careful. Born Alphas are considered loose cannons if they don't have mates."
Saul laughed. "So what? Are they going to declare me a rogue because I don't want to fuck a bitch and have ten and a half pups with her? Give me a break."
It was true that born Alphas like Saul were generally of great value to the pack. They were stronger, meaner, and faster than other wolves, and they exuded an authority normal werewolves simply didn't possess. But Saul had no interest in leadership or in the regular course of a born Alpha's life. "I'm not necessary, Finn. The pack has you already."
"That may well be," his brother replied, "but this is a real danger, Saul. The elders don't usually speak on such matters. By werewolf law, we are bound to listen."
Saul sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What did Father say?"
"Pretty much that they should go fuck themselves, but nicer. Still, it would be best if you came home."
Saul thought about the beautiful human sleeping in his bedroom. What would Gavin think if Saul just left one day after they made love? "I can't. I have other matters to deal with here. Maybe in a few weeks."
"A few weeks?" Finn repeated in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? You said the full moon plus three days when you left. What's going on with you?"
When he'd left, he had only planned a full moon with a one-night stand, then a few boring days to review the finances of a pack member who had businesses here. Suffice to say, that had all changed now.
"I assure you, I have my reasons. I'll share them with you and the pack soon enough. Just, not right now."
"But Saul—"
"Say hi to the pack for me, bro," Saul cut him off. "See ya."
Without allowing the other werewolf to say anything else, he ended the call and put his cell phone on silent mode. He tossed it onto the living room couch and returned to the bedroom, where Gavin still slumbered quietly.
As Saul joined him on the bed, Gavin curled against Saul's chest and murmured something that even Saul's sensitive hearing couldn't understand. Saul covered both of them with the blanket and closed his eyes. He'd worry about his asshole-ish pack tomorrow. For now, he'd just enjoy his mate. That was the only thing that counted.
Chapter Five
In his dream, Gavin was burning up. Every single inch of him buzzed with the fire of passion. Saul's hands were everywhere, his lips exploring Gavin's body, testing his reactions. His clever fingers tortured and teased, rubbing Gavin's nipples, sliding over his sides, and finally, reaching for his dick.
With a smug, sexy grin, Saul knelt between Gavin's legs and licked his lips. He swirled his tongue over the head of Gavin's prick, awakening every nerve ending in his body.
"Mmm... You taste so good, my sweet mate."
In that moment, Gavin realized this wasn't a dream at all. He could hear the truth of it in the husky sound of Saul's voice. He shook off the lingering remnants of sleep, and he took in the sight of the dark head bobbing up and down his hard dick. It was such a paradox. A day before, Gavin had never thought he could wake up in bed with such a sexy man giving him head, but at the same time, nothing Gavin could have ever dreamed up would have felt so good. And hey, who was Gavin to question it? As Saul's hands landed on his hips, Gavin surrendered to his lover and to the pure sensations Saul's ministrations awoke within him.
Following his instincts, he tried to thrust into Saul's mouth, but Saul seemed to have decided a little torture was in order. He alternated hard, almost ruthless sucks with lazy exploration. One moment, he was tracing the biggest vein of Gavin's cock with his tongue, and next, he bypassed Gavin's dick altogether, choosing to mouth Gavin's balls instead. And just when Gavin thought he finally got a grip on the sensations, the other man returned to taking Gavin's prick all the way into his throat, practically demanding his cum.
Under the circumstances, Gavin couldn't withstand the overwhelming rapture for too long. He came with nearly embarrassing swiftness, arching his back as he filled Saul's mouth with his spunk.
Saul drank down every drop of Gavin's offering, and his body trembled as he followed Gavin over the edge. As Saul's hot cum hit his leg, it occurred to Gavin that the two of them responded to each other with the exact same amount of enthusiastic desire. Somehow, that made the afterglow of Gavin's orgasm even better.
As Saul finally released Gavin's spent dick from his mouth, Gavin said, "That was a nice good morning."
"I'm glad my efforts were appreciated. Now... breakfast in bed?"
Gavin highly anticipated spending the whole day with Saul, but he caught sight of the clock on the wall. Just like that, he remembered. He'd been so focused on the problems of his personal life that it hadn't occurred to him he had a job to go to in the morning. "Shit. I need to get to work."
Taking into account that he had to drop by his place to change, he was already late. He felt even worse when Saul's face fell. Reaching for the other man, he brushed his lips over Saul's in the ghost of a kiss. "I know this sucks, and not in a good way. But... I really like you, Saul. Could we... Do you think we could see each other on a more regular basis?"
His face heated and his stomach seemed invaded with butterflies as he waited for a reply. His rational side reminded him that he'd only ever intended to make this a no-strings-attached one-night stand, that he'd just broken up with Richard and plunging into another relationship was a bad idea. But his heart told him there was something different about Saul. That something that had kept him from turning tail and running the night before, and now guided him into wanting more.
"Baby," Saul said, "I wouldn't have it any other way. How about we see each other for lunch, and maybe later on, I can pick you up from work? We can spend a nice, lazy evening together."
That sounded like Gavin's idea of heaven. He must have said that out loud, because Saul grinned. "Believe me, baby, I feel the same. Now, up you go. Let's get cleaned up and I'll drive you home. Want to share a shower with me?"
Gavin just nodded eagerly. As it turned out, showering with his lover wasn't the most time-efficient method to get clean. This became obvious from the moment they stepped into the bathroom. Both of them were still naked, and while Gavin still felt a little apprehensive with regard to his less than perfect body, Saul seemed to be completely comfortable walking around in the buff. Not only that, but judging by the erection jutting from between his legs, the man didn't share Gavin's opinion of his own body. Finding confidence in it, and in the memory of what they'd shared the night before, Gavin followed Saul into the large shower.
Saul started the water, and steam rose around them, filling the cubicle. Gavin was already a little light-headed, but not because of the heat. The only thing he could focus on was that thick, long prick. He had no idea how it had fit in his ass, but he simply needed to feel it, to taste it again, to truly lavish the magnificent member with the attention it deserved.
Dropping to his knees, Gavin gripped the base of Saul's prick with a hesitant hand. Saul's groan encouraged him, and he tentatively licked over the head of the shaft, gathering Saul's pre-cum on his tongue. His lover's flav
or went directly to his head, and he dove in with more enthusiasm, a little too much enthusiasm, in fact. He tried to take the whole of Saul's dick in his mouth, and to his embarrassment he failed, gagging.
Saul pulled back ever so slightly, his hands landing in Gavin's hair, steadying him. "Don't rush it," he instructed Gavin. "Just take everything at your own pace."
Oddly, it wasn't necessarily Saul's words that encouraged Gavin, but the tone in which they were said. Husky and raw, it held the absolute proof of Saul's enjoyment and desire. Gavin might be a little clumsy at this, but he was giving Saul pleasure just the same. He just needed to stop trying so hard.
Following this new plan, Gavin took what he could of Saul's dick and massaged the rest with his hands. He explored and got acquainted with Saul's prick in every way he hadn't managed before. He licked, sucked and tasted, reveling in the feel of Saul's cock on his tongue. He even dared to tease Saul's testes. The rising volume of Saul's grunts made him feel powerful, desirable and so very alive, more alive than ever before.
When Saul pulled his dick from Gavin's mouth, Gavin actually protested—for the ten seconds it took to realize what Saul had in mind. After that, he got up and leaned against the wall of the shower, pushing his ass out and offering himself to his lover. Saul used some shower gel as lubricant and thrust two fingers inside Gavin, scissoring them as he prepared Gavin for what they both craved. Gavin pushed back against the invading fingers, moaning, whimpering, needing Saul more than ever before. He might have still been a little sore after the night they'd shared, but right then and there, Gavin couldn't care less. All he knew was that he wanted Saul again.
And that lust kept increasing with every single second that passed as Saul added sensation onto sensation, mastering Gavin's body like a virtuoso would a musical instrument. Saul crooked his fingers inside Gavin, unerringly finding his prostate. All the while, his free hand wiggled its way to Gavin's front, zeroing on Gavin's hard cock.
