by Sean Michael
“Oh, they’re beautiful.” Finn couldn’t keep from reaching out to touch.
“Try them on,” Cort suggested.
“Is there a place?”
Mr. Grumpy led him to the back and Finn smiled, trying to ease the grr. “Thank you.”
A grunt was his answer.
Once the man left, Finn changed quickly, the clothes soft and clinging to him. Every move he made felt sensuous. His cock stiffened, grew hard in the clothes.
“How’s it fit?” Cort asked, calling to him.
“I…er, can you come in please?”
“Of course.”
“If any bodily fluids are deposited you have to buy it,” Mr. Grumpy warned, calling from somewhere outside the change room.
Cort didn’t answer, just came in. “What’s wrong, pup?”
“Cort. They’re making me… You know.”
Cort frowned then suddenly his expression cleared, a grin breaking out. “Hard?”
Nodding, Finn swallowed. “A lot.”
Cort stepped closer, hand sliding down his body from his throat on down.
“I-I… The man will be mad.” His cock was achingly hard.
“He’s not important right now.”
“I don’t know if I can walk.” Finn was pretty sure, in fact, that he couldn’t.
“You need me to take care of this for you?” Cort squeezed his prick.
“Oh. Oh—I. You’ll make me. Please.”
Cort was right there. Just that was enough to bring him closer to fouling the lovely leather.
Cort began to undo his pants, the top button popping open. He could feel Cort’s fingers on his prick through the leather as Cort worked down the zipper. His eyes rolled, his heart banging in his chest. The air hitting his cock nearly made him come. Then Cort wrapped a hand around him.
“I can’t hold it,” he warned.
“I’m not asking you to.” Cort began to stroke along his prick.
“I… Cort.” Finn’s toes curled and he rocked into the touch.
Sliding an arm around his back, Cort supported him. His head fell back and Cort’s teeth scraped over his Adam’s apple, his body burning. That hand kept pulling at his cock, insistent. It only took a couple more strokes and he lost it, coming as if he were still a teenager.
Groaning, Cort kept stroking. “Love the smell of you.”
“Mate.” The touches made his eyes cross and his belly was tight and hard.
“Yes. Mine. For all time.” Cort grabbed a tissue from the box on a small shelf he hadn’t even seen and began wiping up his come.
Then his pants were fastened and he was led out of the room.
“We’ll take them,” Cort told the grumpy salesman.
“Excellent. Let me just ring up the bill for you to sign.” Mr. Grumpy almost cracked a smile. Almost.
Finn was loose in his skin now, the promise of the moon riding him alongside the pleasure.
Cort signed the bill and arranged to have Finn’s work clothes delivered back to Cort’s rooms. Then they went back out.
“It’s not far to where the pups are staying,” Cort promised.
He slid one hand around Cort’s arm. The clothes moved against his body, caressed his skin, making him tingle.
“You smell good.” Cort grinned at him as they turned another corner.
“I smell like sex and leather.”
“Uh-huh.”
Finn chuckled and the soft sounds turned into laughter that echoed down the hallway. A door opened, Pat looking out.
“I thought I heard you.”
“We’re here.” Cort gave Pat a smile. “So you and the pups made it back before the moon.”
“We did. This place is amazing. Thank you for the offer.”
Finn went to Pat, hugged him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Pat’s lips were next to his ear. “You’re sure they don’t mind?”
Cort was the one who answered even though Pat had been quiet when asking. “They don’t mind. You guys have two weeks before we have to figure something else out. Of course, if the pups are all subs they could find work here. It comes with room and board.”
“Subs?” Pat and Finn spoke together, both heads tilting.
“Yes. That’s what you are, Finn. But not you, Pat.” Cort chuckled. “Not at all. For twins you’re very different.”
Pat nodded. “We’re best friends though, but Finn and I aren’t the same person. Not at all.”
“I’m way nicer,” Finn teased.
Little Red came out, eyes wide. “This is our space for the moon, Finn! All of us!”
Cort chuckled as Pat punched him in the arm for his “nicer” comment.
Nathan came out next, squealing and giving Finn a hug.
Rolling his eyes, Pat grabbed Little Red and Nathan’s arms. “We do have a place, let’s not turn the hall into a zoo.”
“Yes, boss!” They headed in and the room was large, warm, holding two big beds and a sofa bed along with a nice patio outside.
There was a kitchenette recessed on the left side with a little table that had five chairs crowded around it. If the room was like Cort’s, the door beyond the kitchen was a bathroom. It was a little bit smaller than the place in the city they were staying at but it was nicer. It was vastly more wolf-friendly.
“You know how to get food, right?” Cort asked.
“Kyle told us this morning. He said there may be openings in the kitchen too, which I’ll look into tomorrow.” Pat looked tired, worried, but calmer than Finn had expected.
Finn went to his brother and hugged him tight. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I am too. These hooligans need help and I was stressing it.” That had to be an understatement if Pat was actually admitting it.
“The city isn’t a great place for a pack. It makes things harder than in the woods.” Cort watched as Little Red and Nathan began a game of chase.
Louis and Cillian were curled together, watching, holding each other.
“I can see why you were stressing.” Cort shook his head. “They’re a handful.”
“They’re amazing but four is a challenge and I’m…” Pat shrugged.
“Tired.” Finn knew how to finish that sentence.
“Well, they’re safe here,” Cort told them. “You can just lock the door and let them go nuts.”
“Maybe you can sleep in the hallway,” Finn teased.
Pat gave him a look. “Don’t make me punch you again.”
He stuck his tongue out at Pat and the others cracked up.
“Are we going to have a meal together?” Cort asked. “I can call for steak. Or chicken if you’re sick of steak, pup.”
“There’s venison in the kitchen. I saw the menu.” Pat licked his lips. “Venison roast.”
Cort’s stomach growled loudly. “They must have brought it in special for the moon.”
“The thought of it makes my mouth water.” Pat held one hand out to Cort. “We never really got to meet.”
Oh. Oh, his good twin. Finn was so proud.
Cort offered his hand over as well. “Cort. Finn’s mate. Good to meet you.”
“Pat. Finn’s twin.” Pat’s eyes twinkled. “You like him, huh?”
“Just a little.” Cort gave Finn a wink.
Finn relaxed and went to see his pack brothers, the four of them admiring his new clothes, his new mate.
“Is he really all yours?” Little Red asked, eyes just huge.
Finn nodded. “I know, right? We bonded, mated. Really.”
“What was that like?” Little Red asked in a whisper.
“Amazing. Like I didn’t even know I wanted that so much.”
“Oh.” Little Red hugged him.
He was surrounded by hugs, by his best friends and pack brothers, and he held on tight.
“Well, are we going to watch a movie or something?” Pat asked.
“Do we have time before the moon?” Finn didn’t want to go yet if they could stay.
Pat nod
ded. “And it’ll keep us from snapping at each other.”
Cort came and stood by the couch, not quite glaring but definitely making his presence known, until the pups made room for him to sit next to Finn. Finn curled in, snuggling into Cort’s side, Pat on the other side. They were all piled together and it was easy, good. Warm.
He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to be so lucky. But he wasn’t going to question it.
Chapter Eight
They watched Identity Thief and had roast venison with root vegetables and baked potatoes with Finn’s pack. Then they had to go. Cort wanted to be back in his own rooms before they shifted. There would be more room for the two of them and it smelled like home. Besides, he’d never seen his mate as the wolf yet and he was eager to experience that. Without five other pups in the mix. It took Finn forever to hug everyone goodbye but at last they were hurrying down the hall.
“That was nice.” Finn was moving fast, eyes lit from within. The moon was riding his mate hard. Nodding, he squeezed Finn’s ass, hurrying his pup along.
The moon was coming and she couldn’t be denied. They ran once they hit his hallway and started stripping down, both making wild little sounds. The change came over him seconds after he’d slammed the door behind them and he immediately pounced Finn, his little wolf beautiful.
Finn was tiny and red but quick as a flash, running through the apartment. Chuffing happily, he gave chase. They would play and then he would groom his mate so he could properly admire Finn.
Finn sprang from the floor to the back of the couch then to the armchair. He nearly caught his pup on the chair but in the end Finn was quicker, leaving him only a few hairs from Finn’s tail in his claws. Oh. Oh, brilliant. Finn slid into the bedroom alcove, mangling a pillow as he went.
Cort leapt for him, determined to catch him this time, to keep his mate in their den. They met midair and Cort took Finn down easily. They landed together on the bed.
Growling, he nudged Finn’s muzzle and when Finn lifted it he wrapped his teeth around Finn’s neck. He could feel Finn, panting, whining softly, submitting to him. He held on for a moment then let go and rubbed their muzzles together, praising his sweet pup. Finn wagged, tongue lolling for him.
He began to groom his pup, starting behind Finn’s ears. When Finn wiggled he propped one heavy paw on his pup’s back, giving a warning growl. Stay. This was important stuff. He was grooming. He explored every inch of his pup, scenting Finn all over. He was lucky to have such a fine, compact mate. He even gave each of the solid paws a lick.
Then he lay down next to Finn, offering himself to his mate. Finn rolled over and rubbed their muzzles together, lapping his chin in greeting. He chuffed and licked Finn’s nose in return. Finn’s grooming was gentle and careful, his pup smoothing his fur, making him pant. Such a good mate.
When Finn was done they curled together, Finn fitting perfectly in the curve of his body. He could hear the slow thump thump of Finn’s tail, the heavy beat like music. He vocalized softly, sharing his pleasure.
Finn head butted him, chewed on one of his ears. Oh, it had been too long since he’d shared the moon with anyone, and for it to be with his mate, with this eager, energetic pup. As though Finn had heard him, his pup stood, nipped his tail, begging him to come and play.
He stayed lying down, pretending to be tired. Then he leapt up and pounced his mate, paws on Finn’s belly. Finn oofed and then batted at him. He let Finn up and gave chase as soon as Finn was on all fours again.
They ran and ran around the room, him nipping at Finn’s tail and back paws. On one corner Finn lost control of his back legs, barking as he went sliding. Cort called out to his mate. Was Finn okay? Finn looked at him, chuffing softly, eyes laughing. Oops.
Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh! He’d heard that.
Mate?
Finn’s eyes went huge.
Mate. Cort had heard of this but hadn’t believed it was real. Finn whimpered and moved close. He made a soft noise and nuzzled Finn. It’s okay.
Mate. Hear you.
I know. It’s good.
Finn pushed into his side, groaning low. He comforted his pup, grooming and vocalizing softly. He could feel it, deep in his soul, Finn’s relaxation.
He made a low, happy sound. He had his mate.
* * * * *
Finn woke up in a rush, naked and curled in Cort’s arms. What a moon! He blinked and stretched, his belly growling loud.
Cort chuckled. “Someone’s got moon-fever tummy.”
“Starving!” He rolled over and nuzzled Cort’s cheek. Cort turned his head and the nuzzling turned into kissing. His fingers tangled in the heavy, dark curls covering Cort’s chest.
“There’ll be venison steaks waiting for us outside the door.”
“Really? You did that?” He kissed Cort hard, so pleased. “You—I don’t deserve you.”
“What? Of course you do, you’re my mate.”
“Should I get the table?” He loved the way you could roll the food right into your room.
“It’s okay, I’ll get it.” Cort nipped his nose and got up, moving to the door.
Finn watched Cort move, his mouth watering. That was his. All those muscles, the lean back, the strength. His. His mate.
He whined, hand wrapping around his suddenly hard cock.
Cort’s head whipped around, his nostrils flaring. “That’s mine.”
“No. No, you’re mine.” Finn knew it.
“That too.” Cort pointed at his hand. “But no touching.”
“What?” His hand fell away though, the edge of command in Cort’s voice irresistible.
“You heard me.”
Cort opened the door and brought in the table with its domed plates. The smell of venison filled the room immediately. Finn stood, mouth watering, the scents wafting over him. Cort smiled at him and put the plates on the kitchen table.
“Come and get it,” Cort invited as he took off the silver domes with a flourish.
“Smell that.” Finn licked his lips, nostrils flaring.
“I know.” Cort started, cutting off a huge bite of the venison and shoveling it in.
His mate having started, Finn grabbed a bite of his own and then it was on. They growled and snapped, eating furiously. Cort ate faster than he did and stole several pieces of his before it was all gone. He stole the last bite from Cort’s fingers though, laughing softly.
“Finn!” Cort sounded shocked then he laughed too.
Finn bounced a bit, feeling as though he could chase his tail. Cort grabbed him up and helped him get close, kissing him.
He nipped Cort’s bottom lip, squeezed his big mate tight. “I need to run around!”
“You need to make love with me.”
“Again?” What a good idea.
“And again and again until you feel like you need to sleep or eat.”
He leaned in, nipping Cort’s jaw. “Again and again.”
“And again.” Cort stood, bringing him up too and he wrapped his legs around Cort’s waist.
So strong. His mate was so strong. It made him proud and aroused him too.
They went to the den, Cort pressing him down into the mattress. He held on, never once letting go. Cort’s tongue pushed into his mouth, fucking his lips. The heat between them was a flame, licking at him inside.
Cort grabbed his hands, raising them up over his head. Oh. Finn pulled, curious. Cort didn’t let his hands go, instead leaving him stretched out as the big body slid against his own. Finn opened his mouth to asked but Cort’s lips covered him, tongue pushing in to taste him.
Both his hands were transferred to one of Cort’s and his mate touched him with the other. It didn’t make any sense but Cort kept distracting him. His nipples were stroked then pinched and tugged. The sensations were gentle at first then the tingles became an ache.
Shifting down, Cort wrapped his lips around Finn’s left nipple. His muscles tensed, his cock bobbing in time with the suction. Lifting his head, Cort blew on his wet nipp
le.
“Cort!” Finn sat halfway up, hips jerking.
Cort still had his hands, tugging him back down onto the mattress.
“You have me.” Finn groaned, chewing on his lip.
“I do. I have you.”
He nodded, just a bit confused.
Cort’s mouth descended on his again, fingers of Cort’s free hand wrapping around his cock now. His hips rolled up, pushing into Cort’s touch.
“Needy boy.” Cort began to stroke, stretching him between both hands.
Yes. Yes, he was needy. More than he’d imagined he could ever be.
Cort’s finger pressed against his slit. The world tightened, everything else disappearing, that touch stinging.
“Love watching your face when you come,” murmured Cort. “When I make you come.”
Finn only had attention for his cock. “Aches, that.”
“This?” Cort pressed against his slit again.
“Y-yes.” His wrists twisted in Cort’s hand.
“Mmm.” Cort did it again.
Finn kicked a bit, unable to stop. Nostrils flaring, Cort vocalized for him. Finn didn’t understand what was going on, what Cort needed.
Cort went back to stroking him then pushed against his slit again.
Finn shook his head, tugging. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He blinked, shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Cort bit at his lower lip, the little sting of pain going right to his balls. He jerked, yelping softly. Cort wrapped his lips around Finn’s lower lip and just tugged on it this time. He caught his breath and about the time he did, Cort bit again. Soft and hard, back and forth, Cort was trying to drive him crazy.
“I need to get up.”
Cort shook his head, fist jacking harder along Finn’s cock.
“I do!” Finn knew what he needed!
Cort pressed his slit again and a wild sound left Finn, raw and needy. Nodding, Cort did it again then jacked him hard and fast. He ducked his chin, gritted his teeth. He could feel his orgasm building and when Cort touched his slit again, the feelings got even bigger. He arched, spine feeling as if it would snap.
“Come for me, pup. Give me your pleasure.”
Just like that, he shot, seed pouring from him in waves and Cort howled for him.
It felt as though the pleasure went on and on, surrounding him. When it finally let him loose from its grasp he was in Cort’s arms, his mate curled around him. Cort was rumbling, petting him.
