Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

by Kayelle Allen

  "Don't tell me you have to go to Kelthia because your teenager got busted."

  He raked fingers back through his short hair. "Succinctly put, but yes. His school called and I--"

  Wulf burst out laughing. "Oh I would not want to be him right now. Making you hop between planets has got to be worth one hell of a whipping."

  Luc held up one finger. "You have no idea."

  * * * *

  Deep space, C-1, Luc's private vessel

  Sumertsag 24, late night

  Luc introduced Wulf to the captain and crew, ordered dinner for the two of them--to be served in three hours, no sooner--and then took Wulf to his private stateroom. It held a desk with a built-in bench seat and an oversized bed with a pull down mesh covering that protected sleepers during low gravity.

  Finally alone. Luc shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it. I've been waiting for this all day.

  Wulf ambled around the room, trailing his fingers across the built-in dresser. Dressed in conservative business clothes, he fit in the room as if he'd been born to be there. Wulf sat on the end of the bed and gazed back at Luc with an appealing mix of shyness and come-hither seduction.

  Luc shrugged out of his jacket. "Is the room cool enough for you?"

  "Mmm hmm."

  "Good." He started opening his shirt. "We'll begin with a shower."

  Wulf blushed, as Luc expected he would.

  "Time for you to tell me all about that fantasy you confessed to having."

  He cleared his throat. "Nothing much to tell."

  Luc chuckled. "Oh no. You're not getting out of it. I want every delicious detail."

  Wulf crossed to him, and rested both hands on his chest. "We can do what you want first."

  "Absolutely not." Bracing his feet wider apart, he drew Wulf between them and up against his body. "I want to hear what turns you on." He unfastened the top button of Wulf's white shirt. "I'm going to do everything to you that you dreamed about."

  A small sound of pleasure left Wulf's mouth as he leaned up to kiss him. Luc drew him close, hands sliding down the planes of Wulf's firm body to his hard ass. He lifted his hands and held Wulf's face between them as he took his mouth in a drugging kiss. Lips still connected, he traded places with him and pushed Wulf up against the door. He licked his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside to taste every part. He ripped open Wulf's shirt, shoved it back off his shoulders and down his arms.

  Wulf let it fall to the floor and reached over his head and pulled off the T-shirt.

  "Don't move, Wulf. Let me look at you." All that tawny bared skin, his chest rising and falling... "Mmm. You are luscious. Masculine. I love that about you." Luc ran his hands across Wulf's chest. His skin felt cool, the texture perfect, his muscles hard. "I never visualized you as smooth. In most of your modeling shots, you're not."

  Wulf lifted his whiskey-colored gaze. "I shaved it the other night when I got drunk." He gave a half-hearted laugh. "I have no idea what possessed me to do such a thing."

  "I'm glad you did. I like you this way. Keep it, love." He bent and ran his tongue across one brown nipple, smiling when Wulf shivered and tossed back his head. "You like that. Good. So do I." He swirled his tongue across it again, making it pebble.

  Wulf made an incoherent sound and clasped a hand around Luc's head.

  Luc laved the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Dragging his teeth across it, he breathed on the pale, wet skin. Wulf arched his back.

  "I'm going to make you writhe beneath me tonight, Wulf." He kissed his way up his throat. "I want to hear you cry out your pleasure."

  Wulf held his lower lip between his teeth, head back.

  "I want to know what you sound like when you climax." Luc licked Wulf's throat, and bit it. "I want to hear you groan. Hear you whimper beneath me."

  Wulf whimpered now; the sound low and dark with the promise of passion.

  "I'm going to take you again and again." He licked the outer edge of Wulf's ear. "My cock is going to fill you. Every part of you. It's going to be in your mouth, and in your sweet, hot ass." He gripped him there and tugged him hard against his groin. "I'm going to claim every part of you tonight. I'm going to make you mine."

  Wulf moaned. He wrapped both arms around Luc.

  "Tell me about the shower." Luc pulled back, trailed kisses across his chin. "You're naked. Wet."

  He tilted back his head as Luc kissed all along his throat. "Yes."

  "Your skin is drenched."

  "Yes."

  "I'm liking this fantasy so far. I can picture you soaked. Water droplets all over you." Luc skimmed his fingertips along Wulf's skin. "My shower shoots jets of water down three sides. That could be fun."

  He kissed Luc's shoulder, pulling open Luc's shirt to press his hands inside. "In my fantasy, there are jets of water. You make me stand in them."

  "Mmm, tell me more." He opened Wulf's pants, pushed them down. "Where does the water touch you?"

  "Everywhere." He kissed along Luc's chin and jaw.

  "Here?" He slid his hand inside Wulf's underwear, along the hard ridge of his wide shaft.

  Trembling, Wulf nodded, his lips parted.

  He ran one hand down to his balls and the other around to Wulf's firm ass. "And here? Between your tight cheeks?"

  Nodding, Wulf shuddered, pinned between the wall and Luc's hands. He wrapped his hands around Luc's shirt and pulled him closer.

  Luc placed a finger against Wulf's mouth. "Do you want to kiss me?"

  "Yes."

  "Tell me you want my kiss. I want to hear you say it. Ask for my mouth to cover yours. Call me your master."

  Wulf's cheeks flushed, and his breathing sped up. "Please kiss me. Cover my mouth with yours, Master."

  Luc took Wulf's mouth in a kiss made to possess. He slid his hands downward, lifted Wulf's sac and tugged it forward. "You're mine, Wulf. All mine." He knelt, pulling down Wulf's briefs. He spread his hands downward over the man's hard, muscled legs. "You like this."

  "Yes, Master. Oh..."

  He wrapped his fist around Wulf's cock. "You're beautiful. I can't wait to taste you."

  Wulf trembled.

  Cooing to him, Luc helped him step out of the pants and underwear, then set a hand inside each thigh.

  "Part your legs for me. I want to see all of you."

  Wulf widened his stance.

  "Good. Good, love." Luc bit the knuckle of his first finger, trying to slow himself down. Gain control. Wulf was six tradestandard feet tall and built like a ruckball player. His raw masculinity made him the most sought after model in the empire, and having him stand here, naked, posing for him... Luc's senses reeled. "Tilt toward me." He touched Wulf's rigid cock with gentle fingers and dragged them from the base all the way out to the circumcised, rosy tip. "Perfect, Wulf. Stand there. I want to feast my eyes on you."

  Wulf's cheeks darkened but he remained still as Luc stood and stepped back.

  Luc licked his lips. "I want you to pose like this for me tonight when we come back from dinner."

  "No." Wulf's cheeks turned a rough pink. "I'm not a toy. I don't pose for anyone off the runway."

  "You'll pose for me. You'll give me everything I want tonight, all night. When we come back to our room after dinner I want you to strip without me telling you to and stand right there against the door. I want your legs wide apart and your hands behind your head. You'll stand there and pose for me as long as I want to look at you. Is that understood?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Good." He gestured to him. "Put your hands behind your head now, Wulf."

  He obeyed.

  "Perfect. Remain in that position." Luc stepped out of his shoes, pulled off socks, slid off his pants and folded them across a chair, then folded his undershirt the same way.

  Wulf chewed his lower lip, panting, not taking his gaze off him.

  Naked except for underwear, Luc crooked a finger at Wulf. "Come take these off me."

  Wulf crossed to him at once and knelt. The brown-
eyed gaze lifted to his, questioning. Luc lowered his lashes in approval.

  Wetting his lips, Wulf reached up to the waistband and pulled them down. His mouth formed an O of appreciation, although he flashed Luc a glance that held a hint of fear. He swallowed. "Master, I could never take all of you."

  He caressed his face. "Don't worry. Once I ready you, you will. After our shower."

  Worry nagged at Wulf's fine features, but he managed a smile. "May I touch you, Master?"

  Luc nodded, pleased at how quickly Wulf accepted a submissive role.

  Wulf wrapped both hands around him, one above the other. The feeling of tightness shot a tingle through Luc's balls; he rocked back his head and hissed.

  Fingers in his lover's hair, Luc drew him closer. "Kiss my cock, Wulf."

  Wulf kissed the base and along Luc's length, all the way to the end.

  Luc reached down and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go get you wet."

  WULF LET LUC lead him by the hand. The full bathroom adjacent to the stateroom had a shower like his own. Jets aimed at different levels, while a showerhead in the ceiling misted water like rain.

  Luc passed a hand across a panel and water sprang from the jets. He pulled Wulf in with him.

  "This feels perfect." Wulf raised his face to the warm water.

  "It's set to my preference. Glad you like it." He made Wulf face away from him. "Are you standing in this fantasy?"

  Wulf's cheeks felt hot; his shaft throbbed and pulsed. "You make me bend over."

  "Bend over, Wulf. Hands on the wall."

  Wulf braced himself as he complied.

  "Keep your arms straight."

  The water stung his skin. Wulf squirmed.

  "Do you spread your legs?"

  "Yes, Master." The mist and jetting water made him close his eyes.

  "Legs wider. I want you open. Yes. Like that."

  Wulf shuddered as Luc ran one hand over his backside.

  "You have a beautiful ass. I'm going to spank it later." Wulf lifted his head but Luc ordered it back down. "Have you ever been spanked, Wulf?"

  He shook his head.

  Luc slapped one cheek hard. Wulf gasped. "Answer me aloud, Wulf. Have you ever been spanked?"

  "No, Master." He tossed wet hair from his eyes.

  He slapped Wulf again. "Full sentence, please."

  Wulf bit his lip, eyes stinging in the water. "No, Master. I've never been spanked."

  Luc rubbed his hand in small circles over the place where he'd struck him. "Do you want to be spanked, Wulf?"

  His cock jumped at the image of being over Luc's knee, at his mercy. He swallowed. "Yes, Master, I want to be spanked."

  "By whom?"

  Wulf sucked in a ragged breath. "I want to be spanked by you, Master."

  Pleased laughter echoed in the shower. "Excellent, Wulf. When we play, I want you to call me Master. Anywhere else, you may call me Luc."

  He could not help the grin that crossed his face. "Thank you, Master."

  Luc angled the water onto Wulf's cock. The pulsing jets rocked him so hard they drove an ache through him. He bit into his lip.

  "I think we want some of that water over here too." He patted Wulf's ass, moving him into the path of a stream behind him.

  He jumped when the water hit his hole.

  "No, stay right there and take it." Luc angled another jet to the same region.

  Wulf gasped, crying out. "It stings, Master!"

  "Yes, it does." Luc wrapped a hand around Wulf's cock. "I want you to take it, Wulf. I want you to let it sting you."

  "Oh..." He danced from one foot to the other as Luc pumped his fist down his cock. The water stung; he longed to move out of its path. He dared not. He fought to breathe, to focus.

  Luc moved around to the front of him and knelt in the water. "Don't move, Wulf. I want to taste you."

  "Yes, Master." The moment Luc lowered his mouth over his cock, Wulf was lost. He screamed and arched his back. Luc swallowed his shaft and sucked.

  Wulf threw himself forward, arms braced on the shower wall while he shot over and over into the sweetest, hottest mouth.

  Shaking, his body pummeled by water, Wulf sighed. Oh, stars. What if it's true Sempervians can do this for days?

  His black-eyed lover gazed up at him, mouth full of cock. He released him long enough to smile. Sliding his tongue along Wulf's shaft, Luc began to lick.

  * * * *

  Kelthia, Miraj City, Holding District

  The Harbinger's home

  Sumertsag 25

  Wulf held Luc's hand as they walked down the sidewalk in front of the three-story house. Like other houses in the neighborhood, it was a simple brown stone. Beige marble trimmed the solid structure. Curtains fluttered in one open window on the bottom floor.

  Still tired from the hours of love play onboard ship, Wulf leaned against his shoulder. "This is where you live?"

  "When I'm on Kelthia." Luc held open the gate.

  Wulf stepped through and waited for him. "Never figured you for having the 'pink' gene."

  He blinked. "How's that again?"

  "This is not how I pictured you. Picket fence, pink flowers along the path, a pretty pink wreath on the door." He cupped a hand behind one ear. "Is that barking?"

  "Neighbor's dog. Couldn't have a dog around Senthys. He's HalfKin." He wagged his hand back and forth. "Dog around a cat. Wouldn't be pretty."

  Wulf snorted. "I'll bet." He walked up the steps beside him.

  At the door, Luc set his fingertips against the security panel and it unlocked. "Come inside. Time for you to meet the family."

  Chapter Eleven

  Kelthia, Miraj City, Holding District

  The Harbinger's home

  Luc stood aside to let Wulf enter his home. Across the street, one of his idBot guards sat in a hover; two more strolled along the opposite sidewalk walking a dog. The one in the hover gave a hand signal that all was well.

  Satisfied Wulf would be safe, Luc entered and shut the door, and secured both locks. Wulf had already wandered into the family area and was perusing books on a shelf. Luc joined him.

  "Are these textbooks?" Wulf tilted them toward himself one by one. "Determining How to Charge for Field Work. The Use of Lockpicks in Emergency Situations. Bypassing the Vassindorf Security System." He pulled a wry face. "Who reads this kind of crap?"

  "Note the publisher."

  He checked each one. "A publication of the Kelthian Thieves' Guild. Sounds fascinating." He mimed a yawn.

  "Did you notice the author?" Luc went up close behind him.

  Wulf went back to each book. "Hmm. Some guy named Luc Saint-Cyr." He shrugged. "Never heard of him."

  Luc grabbed him by the waist and tickled him, making him squeal.

  Wulf shoved his hands away and stood up straight. "Uh, hello."

  Luc turned to see where Wulf was looking. Senthys was standing in the doorway, hands behind him, studying the ceiling. He needed a haircut; his straight dark hair hung to his shoulders. Oh well, one battle at a time. Clearing his throat, Luc adjusted his jacket and stood a bit straighter. "Senthys, I'd like you to meet someone. Come here, please."

  The youth shook hands with Wulf when he offered his hand. "Wulf Gabriel."

  "Senth Antonello."

  "Senthys Antonello," Luc corrected.

  "Nice to meet you, Wulf. To my friends, I'm Senth."

  "No, you are not." Luc shook a finger at Senthys. "You will not divide and conquer. You will call Mr. Gabriel by his title and name, and you will not refer to yourself as Senth. Your name is Senthys. Are we clear on that?"

  "Yeah." He shrugged. "Whatever."

  "And not 'yeah' or 'whatever.' It will be 'Yes, sir,' and 'No, sir,' and nothing less. Do you understand me?"

  Senthys stared at Wulf as if Luc were not in the room, then rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, sir. Yes, sir. Is that good enough, sir, yessir?"

  "Senthys!" Luc clenched both fists. "Go to your room."

  The b
oy grinned at Wulf. "See ya." He saluted Luc. "On my way, sir, yessir, sir." He laughed as he almost bounced from the room.

  "Oh!" Luc ground his teeth together.

  "What's wrong?" Wulf took his arm.

  "Did you see that?" He pointed toward the door. "The cheek of that boy. He has no respect for authority. None!"

  Wulf tsked. "Lighten up a little. I think he's cute."

  Narrowing his eyes, Luc snorted. "I was going to forgive the escapade that got him thrown out of school, but after that show of disrespect, I think he's going to need more discipline than I'd planned."

  Wulf tugged his arm. "Hey. Chill a little. It's not that bad, is it? What did he do?"

  He loosened his collar. "Never mind, Wulf. I'll explain later." He gestured to the family room. "I don't allow Senthys to surf Imperinet. You won't have the same number of choices you had back on Tarth, so there's no more than fifty sports channels, but if you'd like to watch something while I go sort out things with my son, you're more than welcome."

  "I think I can manage." He glanced around. "Anyone else in the house I have to contend with?"

  "Not today. I'll introduce you to the staff in a day or so, if we're still here." He leaned in and gave Wulf a quick kiss. "Sorry you didn't get a better introduction to Senthys."

  "Don't worry about it. I have a feeling I'll be around."

  "Be right back, love. Oh--idBot is everywhere outside, but I'd feel better if you didn't go near the windows."

  Wulf gulped.

  Luc went back into the foyer and took the stairs two at a time.

  *

  Wulf seated himself on the sofa and put his feet up. So, this is the Harbinger's home? It was like his own house had been, growing up. Nothing fancy. Plain slip-covered furniture. Not even a big screen to watch. Couldn't be more than 50 or 60 inches, tradestandard.

  He aimed the remote and went googly-eyed at the porn that came on the screen. Something about a female copbot strip-searching two female criminals. He snickered. Something tells me our Senthys has been a very, very naughty boy lately.

  He surfed around a bit until he found his favorite sports channel, and then settled in to watch a live rematch between the Tarthian Fists and the Kelthian Killers.