Were wolf Claimed bcp-oc-4

by Marisa Chenery

  He checked Wyatt’s jeans pockets before he threw them in the front-load washer. The t-shirt followed. As he put liquid laundry detergent in the machine, he ran through his head how he wanted this night to go with Wyatt. Fully making love was out of the question. For if he did, he’d claim the other man as his, forming the mating bond between them. Once that happened, neither one of them would be able to stand to be apart from the other. The separation anxiety that would cause would be a bitch. Over his very long life, Draven had seen mated couples go through it, seen how they practically climbed the walls, worried something bad had happened to their mates.

  And it wasn’t just the separation anxiety Draven was concerned about, either. Wyatt didn’t know what Draven truly was. They’d gotten over the hurdle of knowing what each other’s sexual orientation was, but Draven had the bigger one of telling his would-be mate all about werewolves. It wasn’t something he could just blurt out and have Wyatt accept. Having him run from him was the last thing Draven wanted. It was hard enough with the mating urge riding his ass, but having to chase Wyatt down would cause it to be even more torturous. And that wouldn’t go away until he’d made Wyatt his. As the days went by and he didn’t claim him, it would only get worse.

  Draven started the washer, then headed back to the living room. With the terrible chemical stench finally undetectable, he dragged in a deep breath. He could now smell Wyatt’s scent unhindered. It smelled of man and arousal. Though he couldn’t make love to Wyatt the way he wanted, Draven still intended to do other things that would make them both come. The entire time they’d been on his boat he’d ached to touch Wyatt, to learn what would turn him on, make him moan.

  He walked into the living room to find Wyatt still standing where he’d left him. As he approached, Draven ran his gaze over the other man’s hard body. He was all sleek muscles with a defined chest and abs. Draven found the sight of Wyatt only in his black boxer-briefs with his erection tenting the front of them a beautiful sight.

  Lifting his gaze so it locked on Wyatt’s, Draven closed the distance between them and took up where they had left off. He wrapped his arms around Wyatt’s waist, holding him close. The other man sank his fingers into his hair and held his head exactly where he wanted as he deepened their kiss, pushing his tongue past Draven’s lips.

  Draven closed his eyes, knowing they had to be mutedly glowing with his arousal. It wasn’t something he could control when he was this turned-on, or angry. He dropped his hands to Wyatt’s ass and held him tighter against him as he rubbed his hard cock against his would-be mate’s. They both gasped at the contact.

  “God, you make me ache,” Wyatt said between kisses.

  Draven pulled slightly away, making sure to keep his eyes open to mere slits. “I have to touch you, Wyatt. Now.”

  “Do it,” Wyatt said on a moan.

  Inching Wyatt backward until his legs hit the couch, Draven then pushed him onto it. Before he joined him, he dragged off his own t-shirt, needing to feel his skin against his would-be mate’s with nothing between. Climbing onto the couch, Draven positioned Wyatt so he lay stretched out on it. He then followed him down, blanketing the other man with his body.

  He kissed Wyatt, letting the pent-up desire coursing through him come to the surface. He sucked Wyatt’s tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of his soon-to-be mate. It went straight to his head just as Wyatt’s scent did. Draven would never get enough of the man in his arms.

  Draven released Wyatt’s mouth and made a wet trail along the side of his jaw, the other man’s whiskers rough against his lips. Continuing downward, he sucked and licked until he reached where Wyatt’s neck and shoulder met. He bit him hard enough to leave a mark. If Wyatt had been a werewolf, the feel of Draven’s teeth marking him would have shattered any control he had over himself. Wyatt only groaned and bucked beneath him.

  After releasing his hold on Wyatt’s neck, Draven worked his way lower. He laved his tongue over each flat nipple before he gently took them one at a time between his teeth and tugged. Wyatt’s fingers threaded in Draven’s hair as he continued his downward trail.

  At Wyatt’s stomach, Draven said in a gruff voice against his skin, “I’m going to suck your cock, Wyatt. I’ve been dying to do it since I saw you this afternoon.”

  The other man bucked once again, pushing his hips against Draven’s chest. “Oh god, Draven, you’re making me so hard. Yes, suck me.”

  Not wasting any more time, Draven took hold of the waistband of Wyatt’s underwear and pulled it down past his hips. Wyatt’s cock sprang free. It was long and thick, not nearly as big as Draven’s, but close enough. It was fully engorged with a bead of pre-cum sitting on the very tip. Draven growled deep in his chest at the sight of Wyatt’s excitement.

  Draven took hold of Wyatt’s shaft and pumped his hand up and down. More pre-cum appeared on the slit. He flicked out his tongue and licked it off, reveling in the salty taste of his would-be mate. Wyatt sucked a breath through his teeth and groaned.

  Needing to taste more of him, Draven rose and straddled Wyatt’s legs, keeping a tight hold on the other man’s cock. Bending, he opened his mouth and took the head inside. The feel of Wyatt on his tongue made his shaft jerk, demanding attention. Draven ignored his own need, wanting to give Wyatt pleasure first.

  As Draven sucked, he reached between Wyatt’s legs and fondled his balls, rolling them ever so gently in his hand. In and out he took his would-be mate’s big cock. It grew even harder as Wyatt’s breath came in pants.

  “Fuck,” Wyatt groaned. “That feels so damn good. Christ, you know how to suck cock.”

  Draven increased the suction, making sure he paid extra attention to the spot under the flared head. Wyatt rocked his hips, fucking Draven’s mouth. He could tell Wyatt was close to release, especially when the other man gripped his hair at the back of his head to hold him where he wanted while he pumped his shaft past his lips.

  “Shit…fuck…Draven…I’m coming,” Wyatt panted before he moaned loudly.

  Draven continued pleasuring Wyatt with his mouth. He kept sucking, taking everything he had to give him. He didn’t stop until Wyatt’s cock ceased jerking and he relaxed on the couch.

  With desperate need pulsing through him, Draven sat up straight and undid his jeans. Unlike Wyatt, he’d gone commando, so his cock sprang free as soon as he parted the material of his pants. With eyes only open to mere slits, Draven watched Wyatt and took hold of his own cock, pumping his hand along his full length.

  Wyatt sat up and brushed his hand away. “Let me do that.” He stroked Draven’s shaft. “I’m going to enjoy going down on you. There’s nothing I like better than a big cock in my mouth.”

  Draven growled low. “Then take it,” he said as he nudged forward, the tip of his shaft brushing against Wyatt’s lips.

  It seemed that was all the invitation Wyatt needed, because he sucked the head of Draven’s cock into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Draven’s head fell back in ecstasy at finally having his would-be mate touching him in one of the most intimate way. He rolled his hips, pushing more of his length past Wyatt’s lips, wanting him to take more of him.

  Wyatt moaned, sending vibrations along Draven’s entire shaft. A howl of pleasure threatened to break free, but Draven tenaciously held it back. Instead, he pumped his hips faster, his cock growing harder as his balls rose closer to his body. It wasn’t going to take much to send him into his own climax. Bringing Wyatt to his had increased Draven’s arousal to the point of pain.

  “Harder. Suck harder,” Draven ground out through gritted teeth.

  Wyatt did just that while he reached around Draven and shoved a hand down the back of his jeans. He squeezed his ass before he stroked a finger between the crack, caressing Draven’s hole. Draven moaned, not knowing whether he wanted to push more into Wyatt’s mouth, or back onto the finger that played with his anus.

  It soon didn’t matter when Wyatt held Draven’s cock in a tighter hold and pushed his finger inside
his hole at the same time, hitting his prostate. Draven yelled Wyatt’s name as he came, emptying himself inside his would-be mate’s mouth.

  Once it was over, Draven cupped Wyatt’s face and titled it up for his kiss. As blowjobs went, that one had been pretty explosive, mostly due to what Wyatt meant to him. No other man would turn him on as his mate did.

  “You’re still hard,” Wyatt said with a moan. “How the hell did you manage that?”

  “It’s just something I can do,” Draven replied. Wrapping his arms around Wyatt, he rolled, going down on the couch, taking the other man with him so Wyatt ended up sprawled along him. “That was amazing.”

  “I have to agree with that,” Wyatt said as he snuggled closer. “Unlike you, I need a few minutes to recover, then we can indulge in something that will be even better than oral sex.”

  Draven had known this would come up, and had an excuse at the ready. He ran his hand up and down Wyatt’s back. “Ah, actually, we can’t.”

  Wyatt lifted his head to look at him. “Why not? Please don’t tell me you have a boyfriend back in Toronto.”

  He cupped Wyatt’s cheek. “Relax, babe. It’s nothing like that. I haven’t had a relationship for a very long time. And since I really wasn’t expecting to meet someone here, I’m not prepared for this. Unless you have condoms and lube with you.”

  Wyatt gave him a sheepish smile. “Oh. I totally took that the wrong way. And no I don’t, not even back at the cottage. Like you, I thought I’d be spending my holiday alone at the lake.”

  “So you can see why this is as far as we can go for now.” He gave Wyatt a lingering kiss. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to, because I do. Badly. But I don’t mind waiting.”

  Wyatt sighed. “I guess I don’t, either.”

  “Stay with me,” Draven blurted.

  “You mean overnight?”

  “No, I mean stay here at the lake house with me for the rest of your holiday. Forget the cottage. If you aren’t comfortable sharing my bed, I do have a couple of spare bedrooms.”

  Now that Draven had put Wyatt and him on the path to becoming mates, he wanted the other man close. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of Wyatt staying at the neglected cottage.

  “Really?” Wyatt asked. “You want me to spend the next two weeks here at your lake house?”

  “Yeah.” He stroked Wyatt’s stubble-roughened cheek. “I do. I’d much rather have you here with me instead of way over on the other side of the lake.”

  “But how long are you going to be up here? Don’t you have to work?”

  Draven chuckled. “No. I don’t have a job. To be honest, I’m rich enough that I’ll never have to work.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “I should have known.”

  “So will you stay or not?”

  “Let me think here. You have a huge lake house with satellite TV and a flashy power boat. The cottage has no television, no radio and looks as if it has seen better days. Um, I think my answer is yes.”

  “Does all that mean you’re using me for what my money can buy?” Draven asked with a smile.

  “Hell no. I’m using you for your hot body and that big cock of yours.”

  Draven laughed. “I guess I can live with that.”

  Wyatt rolled off Draven and stood. He jerked his boxer-briefs up. “Good. Now let’s have the beers that are sitting on the table getting warm and watch some TV.” His gaze landed on Draven’s still hard cock. “I need the distraction, unless you want to go another round of what we just did.”

  Draven stood and shoved his erection back into his jeans before he zipped them up, leaving the button undone. One bout of oral sex was enough. Even though he got to come, it only made his mating urge increase. Hand-jobs and blowjobs wouldn’t give him any kind of relief until he’d made Wyatt his.

  “TV and beer it is,” he said. “I’m not pushing my luck.”

  Wyatt nodded. “All right, but tomorrow one of us will have to make the trip to Gravenhurst and pick up condoms and lube.” He leaned in and brushed his lips across Draven’s. “Then I want to put them to use.”

  Draven nodded, even though he knew he’d have to think of another excuse to not fully make love to Wyatt. But right now he wanted to enjoy the rest of the night just holding his would-be mate. He picked up the beers and handed one to Wyatt before he put his arm around the other man’s shoulders and maneuvered him so he sat on the couch beside him. Holding Wyatt while he sat with his back against his chest, Draven grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. He hoped to have many more nights like this with Wyatt.

  * * *

  Wyatt followed Draven up the stairs to the next level. It was late. His clothes had long since come out of the dryer, but he still was only in his underwear. Mostly because he liked snuggling skin to skin with Draven. The other man hadn’t donned his t-shirt again, and hadn’t said a word about Wyatt getting dressed either.

  Once they reached the top of the steps, Draven brought them to a stop and turned to face Wyatt. “So what will it be? Are you going to sleep in my bed, or do you want one of the guestrooms?”

  Wyatt didn’t like his answer any more than he guessed Draven would. But if he wanted to spend the rest of his holiday with him, Wyatt knew it was best to be upfront with Draven.

  He cleared his throat. “Ah, I think it would be better if I took the guestroom. For both of us, actually.”

  “And why is that?”

  “I tend to do…things…in my sleep.”

  “What things?”

  “It’s sort of along the lines of sleep walking, but I’m not walking. My last boyfriend called it sleep fucking.”

  Draven’s lips twitched as if he held back a laugh. “So what you’re telling me is you fuck while you’re off in dreamland?”

  Wyatt ran a hand through his hair. “I know you think I’m feeding you a line of bullshit, but I’m not. I don’t do it all the time, just once in a while. I’ve been told I mostly do a lot of groping, but there have been a few instances where I’ve come awake while in the middle of sex. Supposedly I had initiated and have no recollection of it.”

  This time Draven’s lips didn’t just twitch. A wide smile broke across his face before he bellowed with laughter. It took some seconds until he managed to calm himself enough to speak. “Oh, Wyatt, that’s hilarious. Sleep fucking.”

  “It’s not that funny. Hey, you were the one who wanted us to stop at oral sex. I figured if we sleep apart I can avoid doing something you aren’t prepared for.”

  Draven caught Wyatt by the back of the neck and pulled him closer before he claimed his lips. They were both noticeably breathing harder when Draven released his mouth and placed his forehead against his. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but you have to admit it is kind of funny.” Draven let go of Wyatt’s neck and took a step back. “You can have your pick of the guestrooms. But don’t expect to sleep there for the rest of your holidays. I want you in my bed.”

  Wyatt nodded, still having a hard time getting his brain to function properly after the searing kiss he’d just shared with Draven. “I won’t.”

  The other man turned and led Wyatt farther down the short hallway. He stopped at an open door and turned on the light. “This is the first guestroom. The other one is just across from it, and my bedroom is at the very end of the hall.”

  Wyatt looked inside the room before he said, “This one is fine.”

  “Then I’ll say good night.” Draven gave him another quick, hard kiss, then slowly backed down the hall. “And Wyatt, no sleep masturbating.”

  Wyatt flipped the other man off. “Smart ass.”

  Draven’s laughter followed him as he turned and walked toward his bedroom. Wyatt strode into the guestroom. He didn’t bother shutting the door. He crossed the room, his feet seeming to sink into the plush dark-blue carpet under them. The king-sized bed was already made up with sheets and a comforter that matched the color of the walls, which were a lighter shade than the carpeting.

  Wyatt c
hanged direction and headed toward the en suite bathroom. After he used the toilet and washed his hands, he went back to the main room and switched off the light. The high bed was calling. He pulled down the covers and climbed in. He wished Draven lay next to him, but as he told the other man, Wyatt didn’t trust himself not to do something in his sleep if he wasn’t alone.

  He rolled onto his side and punched the pillow into the shape he wanted. Wyatt couldn’t believe his good luck in meeting Draven. The other man was everything he looked for in a boyfriend, not that he thought Draven was that quite yet. Although there was a possibility of it after his holidays were over, if they hit it off. Some guys weren’t into the relationship thing and liked to just have their fun, but Wyatt had a feeling Draven wasn’t like that. For one thing, Draven was up here alone. With his looks, he assuredly had no problem picking up men.

  Feeling sleep slowly overtaking him, Wyatt smiled in the darkness as he remembered what it was like to be held in Draven’s arms, and making him come. His two-week vacation up north in Muskoka had definitely taken a turn for the better.

  Chapter Four

  Draven rolled over in bed and groaned as the sunlight that filtered into the room through the slight gap in the curtains hit his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to bury his head under one of his pillows and get some more sleep. But there really was no point in that. As a byproduct of the mating urge, his rest had been filled with erotic dreams of Wyatt, bringing him awake aching and hard. And they would continue to plague him every time he slept deep enough until he claimed the other man. So it was pointless trying to make up what he’d lost through the night.

  At the thought of Wyatt, Draven turned his head and looked at his closed bedroom door. He couldn’t hear the other man moving around. Having his would-be mate sleeping just down the hall had been torture. Each time he’d woken up after one of those erotic dreams, he’d been so tempted to climb into bed with Wyatt. Only thoughts of what would happen if he did had kept him in his own.