Pack and Mate

by Sean Michael

  Angling his body slightly, he found Finn’s gland on his next thrust.

  Finn pulled out of the kiss, gasping. “Cort!”

  He grinned wildly down at his mate and did it again.

  “That. Us. I feel us.” Finn’s head moved from side to side, the words coming out in broken half-sentences.

  “Yes.” Cort kept his thrusts slow, nudging against that sweet gland every time.

  A natural. His pup was a natural. Cort’s eyes wanted to close, so badly, but he fought the urge, keeping them open. He didn’t want to lose this connection. He wanted to see every second of Finn’s pleasure.

  “My pup.” His mate.

  There was a song, building in his base of his spine, curling up along his back, becoming louder and louder. It wouldn’t be long before he had to put his head back and howl.

  Finn whined softly. “So big. So big, Cort.”

  “Bigger than anything.”

  Finn’s hand sneaked down, wrapped around that needy cock and Cort knocked Finn’s hand away, wrapping his own around it instead. “Mine.”

  The look on Finn’s face almost pushed Cort over the edge. Giving it all he had, he jacked Finn hard as he punched in with force.

  Heat sprayed out of Finn’s cock, hard enough to splash on Finn’s chest. Letting go, Cort put his head back and howled out his pleasure. In his mind, in his soul and in his ears he heard Finn do the same. His seed flowed from him and into Finn, filling his sweet pup up.

  Mates. They were mates.

  Cort dropped down onto Finn, taking Finn’s mouth with his own and devouring his sweet pup.

  Finn offered him everything. Everything. He took it and gave Finn his soul in return.

  Chapter Five

  Finn woke naked and sore and curled up next to Cort. His mate. He shook his head, tried to clear it.

  “Mmm. Finn.” Cort stroked his back.

  “It’s morning. I have to work.” Much as he wanted to stay, he knew he couldn’t.

  “No, the moon begins tonight. You can stay here.”

  “What about the Alpha?”

  “I’m your Alpha, Finn.” Cort sounded very sure.

  “No. I mean…” Finn shook his head, trying to clear it. What were they called here? Alphas? “The boss.”

  “Oh. Your brother is going to take care of that.”

  “Pat.” That reminded him—he needed to get up, check on the others.

  “Yes.” Cort’s hand slid to his ass, cupped it.

  He was tender, aching just a bit, from his claiming. He kind of liked it. Then Cort kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth. His thoughts shattered, hiccupping, dissolving into nothing. The kiss went deeper, Cort rolling half on top of him. He should—he needed to— Oh.

  Cort moved, sliding on him. He moaned deep in his chest, fingers wrapping around Cort’s arms. The push and pull of Cort’s hips slid their cocks together. His body moved as if he were a puppet, responding to Cort’s touch.

  It was Cort’s kisses, they drugged him, made him stupid. He didn’t know what to think, what to do. Everything felt so warm and smelled good, felt even better. Cort’s hands dragged over him, petting him firmly.

  “Been waiting for you,” Cort told him.

  “Have you? I was here.”

  “Not right here.” Cort indicated the den.

  “All night.” He’d been in Cort’s arms all night.

  Laughing softly, Cort kissed him again.

  Finn tried to clear his head. Work. They had to work.

  One hand wrapped around his hip, fingers digging in as Cort rocked them together. Again his thoughts shattered, and he arched, dissolving into the kiss. His balls drew up as Cort moved with him, his cock so hard where it rubbed on Cort’s body.

  Need. He needed. Reaching down, Finn wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks and tugged hard. Grunting, Cort nodded and moved faster against him. A rush of something like power surged through him. It got stronger as they continued to rock together.

  Cort growled, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. The mark on Finn’s neck began to throb. He moaned, reached up to touch it with his free hand.

  “Mine.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in Cort’s voice.

  The throbbing in his skin grew stronger and Finn swallowed against it.

  Cort’s hand wrapped around his, squeezing their cocks more tightly together. Finn’s eyes crossed and his entire body shivered. Hard and fast Cort guided their strokes, making his balls ache wonderfully.

  “Soon. Soon. Need.” Finn knew he was begging and he didn’t care.

  “Me too.” Cort moved their hands even faster.

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” His balls drew up, pulling tight against his body.

  Groaning, Cort kissed him and Finn’s come flowed out of him, spreading over their clasped fingers.

  “Finn. Mate.”

  More heat splashed up and he could smell Cort’s pleasure. All Finn could do was moan softly, head moving side to side. Cort let go of their cocks to rub their combined come into his stomach. His skin absorbed the scent and that seemed as if it was good thing.

  Soft sounds vibrated around him, low and easy, warm.

  “I have to take the pups to work. The boss expects us.” He didn’t want to, but a commitment was a commitment.

  “It’s early yet, Finn. We’ll check with your brother.”

  Cort’s touches and his warm smile eased Finn’s worries and he smiled. “We slept together. I dreamed of you.”

  “And then you woke up and were in my arms.”

  He nodded. It had been good. “I should shower. I smell of sex.”

  “You smell like us. I like it.”

  So did Finn. He smelled like home.

  “I can call Kyle, see where the pups all landed,” Cort offered.

  “Oh, please. I didn’t even— Oh, God. I didn’t even check last night.”

  “Shh. They’re safe—Kyle said he would take care of them.”

  “But…” He should have worried. Thought about it. Something.

  “You were celebrating finding your mate with your mate. There are no buts. Except this one.” Cort’s hand dropped to his ass and patted it.

  That made Finn chuckle, surprised and tickled. Cort grinned at him, looking suddenly almost as young as he was. He pushed up, stealing a kiss, tongue flicking against Cort’s lips. Lips parting to let him in, Cort began to suck on his tongue and it was sweet and lazy, and also hot.

  “You make me not want to be good.” No, Finn wanted to be most wicked.

  “Being good is overrated. It’s far more fun to be bad and take the punishment.”

  Finn chuckled softly. No. Punishments were bad.

  “Are you hungry, pup? We should have steak and eggs for breakfast.”

  “Can we do that?” Steak? For breakfast? Finn could hardly believe it.

  “Why not? It’s what we want.”

  “Oh. I.” Steak for breakfast. He wanted to tell the others. People had steak for breakfast, just because.

  Grinning, Cort grabbed his cell phone and called someone. “Yes, it’s Cort. Yes, that’s right. Two steak-and-eggs breakfasts, please. Rare. Very rare. And over easy. Thank you.”

  “Can you call your friend, please?” Finn asked before he was terrible and forgot again. “Make sure everyone is well?”

  “Of course.” Cort pressed a different set of numbers. “Kyle? It’s Cort. My mate is worried about his twin and his friends.”

  The phone was handed over to him, almost immediately. “Finn?”

  “Yes?” he answered, recognizing Kyle’s voice.

  “Everyone settled in just fine. They’re having breakfast in the dining hall now.”

  “Oh.” He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but it sounded good.

  “You and Cort could join us if you wish.”

  “I—” Stopping abruptly, he looked at Cort, wide-eyed, unwilling to cause offense.

  “What, pup?”

  “He wants to know if we want to
come to the dining hall.”

  “Do you want to?” Cort asked.

  “I…” He didn’t know. He wanted to see everyone, but he wanted to stay here. He needed to get ready for work, but he wanted steak with eggs.

  Cort kissed his nose and took the phone from him. “We’re having breakfast here, Kyle, but maybe we can meet up after we’ve eaten? Okay, yes. Thank you.”

  Oh. Oh, better. Finn felt so much better. “Thank you.”

  Cort smiled at him. “I want you to be happy, Finn.”

  “I just… I want to do the right things. I do.”

  “So sweet.”

  He pushed close, hiding from the guilt of wanting to stay here, feel. Cort’s arms wrapped around him, tugging him in close and all he could smell was the two of them. His world spun and he whimpered, the whole universe right there.

  “Pup?” Cort drew back at his whimper and looked down at him, eyes concerned. “You okay?”

  He nodded, utterly overwhelmed.

  Cort pushed his hair back from his face and kissed his eyes, then his nose, then his mouth. “Are you sure?”

  “You’re everywhere.”

  Cort looked very pleased by his words and he leaned in, hiding again. Cort seemed content to hold him, hands so warm where they rested on his skin. Time stopped and Finn let it, just floating.

  The knock on the door sounded as if it were a shot across the quiet and he jerked hard in surprise.

  “Shh. Easy, pup .That’s just our breakfast.”

  Cort dropped a kiss on the side of his mouth and got out of bed. Slipping on a pair of boxers, Cort answered the door.

  Finn wrapped in the blankets and peered out, really looking at the apartment for the first time, seeing it.

  Past the den was a good-sized room with several large chairs that looked as though they could fit three or four pups in them, facing an entertainment unit. To the right was the kitchenette, with the table and chairs where they’d sat last night. The bathroom was beyond that. The whole place was done in browns and greens and felt as if it were a forest. There were two other doors, both closed. He pondered, a guestroom and an office?

  A young man pulled a table into the room and moved its contents to the dining table before giving a little bow and rolling the table back out again. The scent of meat filled the air, making Finn’s tummy rumble loudly.

  Chuckling, Cort held out his hand. “Come eat, pup.”

  “Steaks. For breakfast.”

  Nodding, Cort pulled the lids off the plates and the smell of steak intensified, drew him. He came, still nude, still smelling of sex. Cort didn’t seem to mind at all, pulling him down onto the warm lap instead of the chair across from Cort.

  Every touch was a little jolt of lightning. It was going to be so hard to leave, to go work. So hard.

  Dragging both plates over, Cort gave him a fork. “Dig in.”

  Finn cut the choicest part the steak, offering it to Cort, as was the big male’s due.

  Humming, Cort ate the piece from his fork. Once he’d chewed and swallowed, Cort nodded. “Good boy.”

  The words made Finn blush, duck his head.

  Cort hugged him close. “Your turn.”

  He took a bite, loving the way the meat made everything sharp, bright.

  “Feed me more,” demanded Cort.

  Cutting off another bite, Finn offered it up, holding the fork to Cort’s open mouth.

  “From your fingers this time.”

  “My fingers?” He plucked the meat off his fork. “Like this?”

  “Mmm, yes.” Cort licked at his fingers then took the meat from them, lips closing on his skin, lingering a moment.

  Oh. Finn’s body warmed and he reminded it that he had to work.

  “Another, please,” murmured Cort.

  One more. One more. Finn cut another bite from the steak and rubbed it on Cort’s lips. Groaning, Cort opened his mouth suddenly, snapping it up and sucking on his fingers again. Finn’s eyes went wide and his hips rolled, ass sliding on Cort’s thighs. Cort sucked harder, teeth scraping along the pads of his fingers.

  “I—Cort, I’ll…”

  Cort’s eyes were warm and he nodded.

  “But—” Finn keened as the suction grew stronger.

  His cock got hard as Cort kept sucking, holding his gaze. There was food waiting, work waiting, Pat waiting. But Cort was here. Doing things to him. To his fingers. Things he couldn’t ignore or deny. He didn’t even want to.

  His fingers were released. “Your other hand, pup.”

  “I…” He panted, his heart racing.

  “Your other hand, pup.” Cort repeated the words slowly, insistently.

  He held his other hand out, not afraid, not at all, but knowing this was going to dissolve his will. Cort took his fingers into that hot mouth, sucking on him. His eyes rolled back, his hips rolling furiously. Teeth and tongue worked his fingertips and he could feel every touch in his cock.

  Cort pushed a piece of beef in his mouth, and his eyes rolled furiously.

  “Good, isn’t it?” The words were slightly muffled by his fingers.

  “Good. Good, I can’t think.” Meat and need and his mate.

  “You don’t need to think.”

  “No?” Oh, good. Thank God. Because he totally couldn’t.

  “No.” Cort sucked harder, pulling on his fingers.

  He grabbed Cort’s hand, mimicking the gesture, sucking and licking. Cort’s groan vibrated around his fingers. Yes. His eyes dropped closed and he whimpered, so happy, so much at home. Cort grabbed his hip and squeezed. Head bobbing, he fellated Cort’s fingers and he wished it was Cort’s cock.

  “Want you, Finn. Like breathing.”

  Yes. “More than.”

  “Yes.” Cort nodded, eyes closing as he moaned.

  The air was filled with the sounds of slurping, sucking, groans. All this and it was just fingers and mouths. Unbelievable.

  A banging came to the door. “Finn? Finn, you have to take the pups to work. We’re waiting for you.”

  No.

  Cort growled.

  Finn let Cort’s fingers go with a sob. “I have to. I have to be good.”

  “I thought they were staying here for the moon. That you were staying.”

  “Tonight, but work is today.”

  Sighing, Cort pressed their foreheads together. “For today you can take them, but we need to find a different solution.”

  “I’m sorry. Please don’t be sad.” Finn couldn’t bear to make Cort sad.

  “Finn!” Pat’s shout sounded, cutting through everything.

  “I’m coming!” he growled, standing up and throwing on some clothes. “You’re always so bossy!” He threw himself out the door, biting at Pat. “I was being with my mate!”

  “La-di-da. You have a family. Responsibilities. Come on.”

  “I’m right here. Damn you.” He was hard, angry and starving.

  He was all the way to the car when he realized he’d never gotten his steak and eggs.

  Chapter Six

  Cort finished his steak and went to find Kyle. Again. He tried the man’s office first.

  No luck, but Bryan, Kyle’s secretary, looked up, tilting like the sweet bird he was. “Can I help you, sir?”

  “I need Kyle.” He could sort this out.

  “He’s trying to work out housing needs for the new Master. Dragons are large. I can page him and get an ETA for when he’ll be available.”

  Cort sighed. “Do you know what arrangements he made for the pups that came in last night? There would have been five of them.”

  “He put them in the respite quarters, sir. They all wanted to stay in a single room together. I met them all this morning—so charming.”

  “They’re, uh, young.” Cort wasn’t sure about charming, he only had eyes for his mate. “How long can they stay?”

  “I don’t have any control over that, sir. That is decided by the owner.”

  “But what arrangements has Kyle made?
” Cort could pay for rooms if he needed to. He had money.

  “The current rooms are reserved.” Bryan tip-tapped on his laptop. “For two weeks with meal privileges. After that, I’m not sure.”

  “Oh. That’s wonderful. Thanks, Bryan.” He turned to go then remembered. “If you can let him know I’m looking for him when he comes back, please.”

  “Absolutely. I’ll put you on his list.”

  “Thanks, Bryan.”

  He left, wondering what he was going to do now. He had the whole day open ahead of him and no one to share it with. His mate was out there, the moon was coming and the bond was new and raw, itching at him, keeping him on edge. He understood that it was important for Finn to help his family, but he could help with that, make it so Finn didn’t need to be away from him. He was the only one left of his pack, he had means.

  His phone buzzed, a text showing.

  Miss u.

  It warmed him deep in his belly. Just those five little letters.

  Carefully typing, he sent back Miss u 2.

  Lunch 2day?

  yes. where?

  Finn texted him a picture of a little sandwich shop then a street sign.

  noon?

  yes.

  See u soon.

  The day suddenly seemed much shorter and better. His pup wanted him. Was calling to him.

  Cort took a cab to the sandwich shop, looking and scenting for his pup as soon as he got into the restaurant. This was owned by the same man who owned the diner and he soon found Finn working in a cordoned-off area, painting.

  Cort sat on a bench, watching Finn work, seeing the tension in his pup, in the two smaller boys. They didn’t belong here. The thought was sure and strong. It was the truth. This wasn’t the place for any of them. They needed a home.

  A large man came in and the littlest pup cringed, hid behind Finn. Finn was calm though, polite. It made Cort want to growl, his fingers curling into his palms. The man nodded though, shook Finn’s hand then passed over an envelope. Everything was all right.

  Relaxing back against the wall, Cort waited for his pup to notice him. The three pups came out from the cordoned-off area, Finn coming right to him as the other two bounded away. Cort opened his arms, hugging his pup tight and not caring who saw.