by Sean Michael
Finn sighed and melted, snuggled in and rested heavily against him. He kept his movements slow and gentle, letting Finn relax and enjoy the lazy pleasure. He thought Finn dozed a bit, but regardless, his pup trusted him.
When the water began to cool he added more hot to it.
“This is perfect. Perfect.” Finn sighed again, the sound happy.
“You’re perfect.”
“No. No, we— All of us who were asked to go wouldn’t—with a female. We could have stayed, maybe, if we did.”
“But then you wouldn’t have come to me.” He was fiercely glad that Finn was like him, that it had sent his pup to him.
“The city is so different. So amazing.”
“It’s big.” Cort wasn’t a city wolf, really, but he’d been drawn here. He’d known somehow.
“Yes. You understand. I feel so lost.”
“You aren’t though. I have you.”
Finn leaned into him, so heavy, perfect. The mass of red hair was wet at the bottom, soaking up the water and he tilted Finn back, wetting more of Finn’s hair. His pup arched in his arms, belly rubbing against his. Groaning, he licked the water from Finn’s chest. The tiny pink nipples drew up tight, hard, head falling back. He slid his mouth over toward the right one.
Finn sighed, the sound gentle, happy, almost lazy. Smiling, he wrapped his lips around Finn’s nipple, sucked gently then flicked it with his tongue.
“Why… Why would you do that?” Curious lover.
He looked up along Finn’s body to his eyes. “Did you like it?”
“It makes me warm inside.”
“I’m taking that as a yes.” So Cort did it again.
He kept it light, gentle. His pup had had a terrible day. Then he moved to Finn’s other nipple to spread the pleasure out. Finn moaned softly, leaned into his hands. He loved that trust. It sent warmth through him and made him harder.
“I’m going to wash your hair, pup. You have paint in it.”
“Wash my hair?”
“You know, water, soap, rubbing?” Had no one ever groomed Finn?
“I know how to wash. No one has done it for me since I was a child though.”
Poor pup.
“Then I’ll be the only one to show you this pleasure.”
Cort dipped Finn’s head back into the water then sat Finn up in his lap again as he reached for the shampoo. He lathered his hands then began washing the thick, heavy curls. Groaning, he rubbed Finn’s scalp, sinking in to the sensations. Finn’s face went slack, the look pure bliss.
Vocalizing, he let Finn know how much he was enjoying it too. Grooming was a special way for lovers to come together, to enjoy each other’s company. And that this was Finn’s first time meant he was one lucky wolf.
He took his time, letting Finn enjoy every sensation and he took care not to get soap in his pup’s eyes or to touch the spot where Finn had hit his head. He wanted to keep that look of bliss on Finn’s face.
After a long time he carefully rinsed Finn’s hair of soap. Finn vocalized softly, eyelids heavy.
Done with the beautiful hair Cort began to wash Finn’s body with the soap, turning it into a sensual exploration. By the time Finn was sudsy, his pup was melted, moaning, lost in his touch.
He didn’t penetrate Finn, didn’t linger too long on the pretty prick. He wanted Finn sensitized, aroused and eager while they ate. More than that, he wanted that easy bliss, the joy without tension.
He buried his nose in Finn’s neck, enjoying the scent of Finn beneath the clean scent of his own soap. It reinforced how much Finn smelled as though he belonged to Cort.
Finn’s chin lifted, his pup vibrating.
Oh, someone needed to wear his mark. He slid his mouth over the lovely throat, looking for the perfect spot. Soft, needy sounds filled the air, Finn hungry for it.
He found the perfect spot and opened his mouth over it, letting his teeth sink in. Finn stiffened, a sharp bark splitting the air. His pup didn’t try to get away though.
Growling gently, he began sucking, using both his teeth and his lips to bring up his mark. He could feel Finn’s heart slamming against the lean chest. He let go long enough to mutter, “Mine,” then he went back to sucking, working Finn’s skin. It felt as if Finn were going to shake apart, as if his hands were the only things holding Finn together.
He scraped over the darkening mark then licked it a few times. His. His Mate.
Drawing back, he looked at the spot. It wasn’t quite lurid yet, but it would be and he’d placed it so no one could miss it. Finn swallowed convulsively, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Now everyone will know.” Cort stroked the mark with his finger.
“Know?”
“That you’re mine.”
“Oh.” Finn swallowed again, eyes wide.
“You can feel it.” It wasn’t a question, he knew Finn could.
“I’m so confused.”
He could help Finn sort it out. “Tell me how you feel, knowing I marked you?”
“Warm, deep inside. I can hear you, almost.”
Cort nodded, pleased. “Yes. That’s what I’m talking about. We’re mates and you’re mine.”
“Mates.” Finn whispered the word, rolled it around on his tongue.
“Yes. You’re mine.” He would keep saying it until Finn understood. Until everyone did.
“I never imagined…”
“That you’d have a mate?” Cort finished for Finn.
“Yes.”
“Why not?” Wasn’t it something every were hoped for?
“I’m little and I don’t make pups and I don’t know. You see the big males and that’s not me.”
“I’m not looking for a big male. I’m looking for you.” In fact he’d found Finn and was going to adore him. “And I put my mark on you, so everyone will know you have a mate.”
Finn leaned in, face against his throat, cheeks warm.
“Are you hungry, Finn? The steak is here.” He’d smelled it a while ago but this had been more important.
“Is it? I could eat, yes.”
Cort bet Finn was more than hungry—he’d bet Finn would fall on a nice rare steak.
Standing, he brought Finn up with him and got them out of the tub, wrapped in big, fluffy towels.
“Should I put on my coveralls?” Finn’s nose wrinkled as the question was asked.
“No, pup, I like you naked.” He kept his rooms warm because he liked to be naked too. It was more natural, closer to what they’d all grown up knowing, out in the wilds with the packs.
“Can you eat naked?” Finn asked.
God, his pup made him laugh, made him smile with that open, honest naiveté. He’d seen so many of the club subs attempting it and coming up short.
“You don’t need clothes to eat!”
Letting the towels drop away, he lifted Finn up and carried him into the little kitchenette. There was a rolling table waiting, the scent of food making both their bellies rumble and Cort pulled the domes off their plates, two huge steaks sitting there on top of gravy, with piles of french fries next to them.
“I suppose we should use the knives and forks.” It was what you were supposed to do here.
“Oh,” Finn whimpered softly, body rippling. “Oh, Cort. Hurry. Hungry.”
He found steak knives and forks and handed Finn his. They both sat and he fell on his steak, knowing Finn would wait for him to go first. He took a bite, barely tasting it before he nodded, giving his pup permission to eat.
Finn moaned and pounced, obviously past the edge of his control and Cort wondered when the last time Finn had had steak on his plate. The wolf was right there, growling and snarling behind Finn’s face. Cort would encourage it out later, show his pup the other side of grooming.
Finn made the best sounds, low and happy, wanton.
Finishing first, Cort sat back to watch Finn eat. He slowly licked his own lips clean, enjoying the flavor in his mouth.
His pup was lost, licking the juices
from his plate. It made Cort smile to watch that deep pleasure in the food.
“So good. So good.” Finn’s eyes glowed, shining at him.
He nodded. He knew.
“Thank you.” Oh, good pup.
Reaching out, he stroked Finn’s cheek. “You’re welcome.”
Finn turned his head, licking and lapping at Cort’s hand. Groaning, Cort felt his prick surge at the touch of Finn’s tongue.
Finn moved to sucking his finger, eyes closed, head bobbing. Oh, fuck. Cort wanted that mouth on his cock again. The scant sucks he’d had earlier just a tease. Finn’s face was relaxed, focused, pulling steadily.
“Pup. Come here.” He petted his lap.
His sweet pup came right to him, climbed up in his lap, humanity gone from those pretty eyes. This was pure, lupine need. Cort took Finn’s mouth, rocking their pricks together, his hands digging into Finn’s ass. They bit and growled, grabbing at each other, Finn groaning for him.
“I want you, Finn. I want to leave my mark inside you.”
“Want.” Finn twisted in his arms, skin feverish.
“Bed.” He wasn’t taking his mate for the first time like this. He wanted Finn spread out on the mattress for him. He wanted to make it right, and this would bind them, join them.
He stood, bringing Finn up with him and carrying his mate to the big bed full of comforters and pillows. It was built into an alcove so it had walls on three sides, as though a proper den.
Finn snuggled right in, inhaling deep, a blissful smile on his face. “Den.”
“Absolutely. Our den.” He began at Finn’s belly, kissing his way up toward the tempting mouth.
“Smells like you.”
“It’ll smell like both of us soon enough.” Between Finn sleeping here and the sex and grooming they would do here, their scents would soon be completely twisted together here. Mingled as they should be.
Cort stopped on his upward journey of kisses to lick and suck at Finn’s little nipples, making the right one hard for him. When he got to the left it was already reaching for his lips. Humming with pleasure, he closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the tiny bit, pulling strongly, steadily. Finn’s whole body moved with his suction, pushing up toward him.
Such a hungry pup, so needy, and all his.
Still sucking that sweet nipple, he ran a hand along Finn’s right side, tracing the slender muscles. He could smell Finn’s need, feel the heat of the slender shaft on his thigh. His own cock was solid, need building in his balls. He wanted to press inside his lover, his mate, his pup, bury himself in what promised to be perfect heat.
His touch drifted down to Finn’s hip, teased alongside the hot cock. The skin was velvety smooth, the coppery curls springy and soft. He stroked through them then moved down to cup Finn’s balls. Finn spread, unafraid, mouth open as he panted. The small orbs were warm, loose in their sacs, but that would change as the need grew.
Cort wrapped his fingers around the base of Finn’s balls and tugged gently, gauging his pup’s reaction to the tiny ache. A soft whimper sounded, Finn pushing up into his touch. Sweet pup.
Letting the nipple in his mouth go, Cort moved to lick at the mark he’d left on Finn’s neck. The bruise was hot, the skin there swollen. He resisted the urge to bite again, moving instead to take Finn’s lips.
It was amazing, the feeling of covering Finn with his body. Rocking against Finn, sliding their bodies together, he fucked his pup’s mouth with his tongue. The scent of need filled the air, heady and addictive.
Pushing his finger between Finn’s legs, Cort moved it toward the little hole. Finn stilled, murmuring against his lips. He licked Finn’s lips and looked into his pup’s eyes as he touched the wrinkled skin.
Finn gasped softly. “I—I don’t— That’s…”
“What, pup? Don’t be shy.”
“I haven’t, not before.”
“I know.” He kissed Finn, short and quick. “And I’m glad.” Finn was his, belonged to him inside and out. No one else should ever touch his pup, and now that they were together, no one ever would.
“Does it hurt?” Finn asked.
“I’ll make you ready so it doesn’t.”
Finn shivered, pressed close, hiding in his chest.
“It’s going to be good, pup,” Cort promised. “It’s going to make us mates forever.”
“What if you decide you don’t like me?”
That was so ridiculous Cort couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re my mate, Finn. Of course I like you.”
Those lovely green eyes searched his. He held Finn’s gaze—he would hold it as long as he needed to. It didn’t take long though before Finn’s eyes dropped, that submission instinctive.
Cort offered his pup a kiss as a reward. Finn was more tentative, gentle now. He pressed the kisser deeper, hand moving to slide along the warm skin again, to bring his pup’s passion back. It took time but when his pup began growling, pushing into his touch, he knew it had worked.
Sliding his hand back down, he stopped to stroke the lovely cock a couple of times. Firm and heated, Finn’s prick slipped easily against his palm.
“So sexy,” he told Finn.
Finn chuckled softly, laughing at him.
“You are.” Cort growled a little.
“I’m just like Pat.”
Cort shook his head vehemently. “He smells entirely different.”
Finn’s eyes widened, the immediate response visceral.
“You are mine, not him.” Cort slid his fingers down behind Finn’s balls again, rubbing the tiny opening once more.
“But you’ll be family. We’ll all be family?”
“My mate’s family is my own.” He could not be happy if Finn wasn’t.
“You swear?”
“They can’t live with us, but otherwise, yes, it is how it is.” He was a loner at heart, only his mate missing. He could not have a half dozen pups living with him
Finn kissed him, tongue soft, sliding along his lips. Groaning, he pressed the tip of his finger into Finn just as Finn’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He would do anything to assure his pup enjoyed this.
Wriggling his finger, he pushed it a little deeper into Finn’s tight body. Finn squeezed, body trying to repel him. He kept his finger where it was, not pushing deeper, but not letting Finn push him out either.
This would be one tiny battle of wills after another.
When Finn finally relaxed, Cort slid his finger away and grabbed for lube in the little hidden cupboard at the head of the bed. He slicked his fingers up and pushed the one back inside Finn again, as far as his first knuckle.
“Oh.” Finn’s legs jerked, body fluttering wildly around him.
“Don’t fight it, pup.” Cort pulled his finger out and pushed it in again.
“You’re inside me.”
“Just a little.” Cort had so much more planned than one little finger.
Finn chuckled, tongue flicking out, wetting his lips. Cort pushed his finger deeper and Finn’s ass gripped him again. Groaning, he went back to wriggling the tip of his finger inside Finn’s body.
“Oh.” The tiny, little gasped word made him smile.
He pressed his finger as deep as it would go and moved it around again.
“Cort. Oh.” Finn’s shoulders lifted up, ass pressing down.
“It’s just going to get better—I promise.” Cort could see that Finn didn’t believe him but it was something he was pleased to prove the pup wrong about.
He moved his finger in and out, getting Finn used to it. He could feel it, as soon as Finn relaxed, began to trust. Which was when he started working a second finger in as well.
Again his pup clenched around him, squeezed his fingers. And again he was patient, waiting for Finn to relax, to ease. To breathe and let him in. He wriggled the tip of his fingers again, not moving in any deeper.
“That feels weird.”
That made him chuckle and he pushed his fingers a little deeper, wriggled them some m
ore. Finn leaned up, face buried in Cort’s throat and he started moving his fingers in and out, fucking Finn with them. Even if it took all night he would open his pup properly.
It took a bit, then Finn started moving with him. He pushed his fingers deeper, looking for that spot inside Finn. When he found it his pup jerked, eyes wide as saucers. Smiling into Finn’s gaze, he touched it again.
“Cort. Cort. Cort.” So very sensitive.
“I told you it would get better.” He tried not to sound too smug.
Finn shook his head, nodded, shook his head again. He nudged that spot again—more pleasure would help Finn make up his mind.
“Please.” Oh, yes.
Cort was happy to comply and kept hitting that spot, watching Finn’s eyes light up with each touch. His pup was hard, needing, buzzing for him, riding his touch. Ready for another finger.
He slipped the third in, the lube making it almost easy. This time Finn moaned but didn’t tense. Cort slid his fingers deep enough to nudge Finn’s gland then stretched them slowly.
It was a beautiful sight, his pup, stretched, spread wide, lost in sensation. It made him want to howl.
He slicked his cock, making it drip. Then, tugging his fingers away, he settled between Finn’s open legs.
“Cort, please. I ache, so.” It was sweet, hearing his pup beg.
“I know, pup, and I know how to make it better.” He began to press against Finn’s hole.
Finn moaned, nodded. “Please. Please, I need.”
He knew. He knew exactly what his pup needed. He could feel his pup’s hole slowly stretching to let him in. They were meant to be together, to join, and the world seemed to spin slower. Holding his pup’s gaze, Cort just kept pushing in.
Finn keened softly, hole hot as a fire. Cort had never felt anything so tight, so perfect. So right and he had to give it voice. “Mate. Mate.”
“Please.” Finn’s eyes popped open, glowing.
Cort met that gaze again and began to move, cock sliding inside Finn’s body. Finn offered him tiny, little sounds and big, wide eyes. Bending, Cort began to take the sounds into himself, kissing Finn over and over again, even as his hips moved.
His pup took him in, made for this, for pleasure and joy. He called out softly to Finn, the sound vibrating in his throat. Finn swallowed each sound down, tongue sliding on his. They were a perfect match. They really were.
