Garret's Dilemma

by Fel Fern

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  Royce dead? The notion certainly sounded appealing, but did Royce deserve to die? Bo pushed aside thoughts of Royce for another time. “What do you mean by proof?”

  “We have to put on a convincing act. We wolves can smell an outright lie, especially if it’s obvious we don’t feel a fucking thing for each other.”

  “That’s all?” Bo demanded.

  Garret raised an eyebrow.

  “I mean it’s clear we’re attracted to each other. Do I want to ride a huge gorgeous bastard like you? Of course.” Bo crossed his arms, unsure where he got all this courage from.

  “This isn’t a fucking game, little human.” Garret growled. “Both our lives are at stake. One wrong move can end both of us.”

  His eyes narrowed and Bo spied the slightly pointed rows of his canines. Jesus. It was like poking a sleeping predator with a stick—one moment cute, huge and grumpy, the next all claws and teeth.

  “I’m not interested in games. I had my fill of those,” Bo said. Remembering the way Royce tied him up and looked at him like an edible piece of prime rib, he shivered. “I very much like to live, thank you very much. Don’t you too?”

  “Fucking an unwilling guy out of need and desperation—” Garret began, tone angry.

  So angry, Bo thought, but this type of anger he could handle.

  “Whoever said I’m unwilling?” Bo interrupted. He took one of Garret’s fisted hands, and placed them near his lips. Bo blew at his scarred reaction, noticing the change in Garret’s breathing and the bulge in Garret’s jeans becoming more prominent. “Life’s so short. What’s the worst that can come out of some wild and dirty sex?”

  Garret shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

  “I’ve had sex with Royce dozens of times. I’m not a virgin when it comes to shifters,” Bo scoffed.

  Anger clouded Garret’s eyes again at the mention of Royce. Garret’s protectiveness sent a delicious shiver down Bo’s spine. What would it be like, truly belonging to this man? Bo always dreamed of submitting to someone worthy in the bedroom, who knew he’d find that person in the middle of nowhere?

  Bo pried opened the stiff fingers of Garret’s hand and rubbed his cheek against Garret’s palm like some needy kitten. Good God. Bo didn’t know what was happening to him. That one action had been enough to convince Garret. Garret cupped his cheek, forcing Bo to look into his intense yellow eyes.

  “No backing out now, little human,” Garret said in that deep honeyed voice of his that practically made Bo melt. “But considering your injuries—”

  “I’ve never felt better,” Bo interrupted. “I know it, and you know it. Stop doubting yourself. Take me.”

  Chapter Six

  Garret let out a growl. He closed the distance between them, finally crawling into bed with Bo. Garret flung the sheets aside, rolling on top of him. Bo groaned, feeling the weight of Garret’s body against his—not unpleasant, but Bo liked the feeling of being restrained. Before Bo could decide whether he should make the first move, Garret began pelting kisses down his jaw, the column of his throat, and collarbones.

  “Whoa there, big guy,” Bo whispered. Each press of Garret’s lips on his heated skin felt like a singe or tiny burn mark. Garret paused from pulling over the hem of his shirt.

  Breathing hard, Garret looked at him and asked, “Changed your mind?”

  “No. Don’t laugh okay? But I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this with anyone else,” Bo said.

  Garret laughed, unfretted and unexpected. Damn. Did Garret know he had a gorgeous laugh capable of melting Bo’s frozen heart?

  “I fucking love how responsive your body is, Bo,” Garret said.

  Bo’s shirt came off a second later, then his shorts. He didn’t recognize both items. They were twice his size, so they probably belonged to Garret.

  “Wait,” Bo interrupted.

  Garret snarled, sounding annoyed, but he stopped. “What now?”

  “You give me strip show, too. I want to see the goods,” Bo defiantly said.

  Garret blinked, looking stunned. “Fine.”

  The werewolf grumbled under his breath as he got out of bed and began undressing. Bo licked his lips each time Garret dropped each article of clothing. Every inch of his wolf was roughly hewn and hard.

  Bo wanted to reach out, touch that expense of tan skin. Rub those six-packs. Then Bo’s gaze reached Garret’s package. His mouth went dry. Garret’s length stood at half-mast, beautifully long and thick—larger than anything that Bo had taken inside him.

  “That reaction almost made that effort fucking worthwhile,” Garret’s voice rumbled through the room.

  “Why almost?” Bo asked.

  “I’m not satisfied until I fuck you.”

  “Make love,” Bo cut in.

  “You’re always full of surprises. Fucking feisty for a human,” Garret muttered. He blanketed his body over Bo’s again. The feel of Garret’s scarred hard flesh against his felt amazing.

  “Getting hard and we haven’t even started yet?” Garret whispered against his ear. Bo swore he nearly came when Garret bit down on his earlobe and wrangled a moan from me. “If you come early, I’m going to get pissed, Bo.”

  “I won’t,” Bo promised.

  “You better,” Garret warned.

  Garret nipped his way down again. When Garret’s mouth closed around Bo’s left nipple, Bo speared his fingers through his thick hair. Garret’s eyes angrily flashed a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. Then Garret sucked. The bud instantly peaked. Feeling the slight edge of Garret’s teeth, Bo groaned. Garret bit hard enough to leave a slight ache, before moving to the other.

  Bo’s balls drew in tight around him, as Garret continued his exploration. In his limited experience, Bo noticed shifters didn’t possess much patience when it came to rutting. Garret though, took his time exploring Bo’s body like it was worthy of worship.

  By the time Garret reached his groin, Bo was squirming with impatience. He groaned when Garret playfully slapped at his inner thigh. Hell. His member perked up at that little gesture.

  “So, you like some bite to your pleasure, don’t you?” Garret whispered against Bo’s thigh, his breath warmth.

  He blew at Bo’s tormented cock, and Bo almost came then. Remembering Garret’s warning, he thought of other mundane things to avoid coming on the spot. God. He couldn’t remember the last time any man reduced him to a horny teenager incapable of controlling himself.

  Garret flicked a tongue over the pre-cum gather at his tip, making him shudder. “Answer me,” Garret demanded.

  “Yes,” Bo replied, breathy.

  “Let’s see how long your resolve lasts,” Garret said. He licked Bo from root to tip, watching Bo the entire time. Jesus, the way Garret trained his amber gaze on him, watching his reaction, was a damn erotic sight.

  “Garret. Please,” Bo hoarsely whispered.

  In response, Garret took his tortured length between his lips. Bo’s mind went blank. He couldn’t remember the last time another guy gave him head. Usually, their positions would be reversed. Bo would service Royce, but Royce never returned the favor. Thoughts of his bastard ex evaporated when his tip reached the back of Garret’s throat. Garret pulled out smoothly, taking air for a couple of seconds, before diving back in.

  “Oh God. Garret, I’m about to explode,” Bo confessed.

  Hell, he practically begged when Garret didn’t stop, only applied slight pressure by squeezing his balls. Bo tightened his grip on Garret’s hair. Bo pleaded again. “Please.”

  Garret withdrew his mouth. “Come, Bo.”

  The command was enough to trigger Bo’s climax. Bo’s head reeled. The cabin fell away as intense waves of pleasure shook his body. Strings of his cum coated Garret’s chest, but Garret didn’t seem to care. When Bo came back to reality, he found Garret had returned with a washcloth to clean the mess.

  Noticing Bo watched, Garret grinned. “Don’t think we’re done. I haven
’t had my fill.”

  Bo managed to unglue his tongue. “If you think I’ve reached my limits, you have it all wrong, grumpy wolf. I have enough stamina to go the entire night.”

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  Bo’s smile faltered. His heart started to race in anticipation.

  “Don’t call me grumpy wolf either,” Garret grumbled.

  Bo didn’t point out it was an affectionate nickname. He eyed Garret’s sizable erection with mounting interest and wondered how long Garret would last before exploding.

  “So, how do you want to have me?”

  Garret looked amused. He thought about it for less than a second, before saying, “On fours.”

  “Doggie-style. Why am I not surprised?” Bo teased. Garret helped him get into position by bending him over the edge of the bed.

  Then Garret walked to the dresser beside the bed and took out a tube of lube. Bo knew shifters couldn’t catch anything, and Royce never used a condom with him either. Fucking bareback was one of the benefits of having a shifter lover. Just imagining Garret pushing his generous length in his tight passage made his member harden against the sheets.

  “Garret, hurry,” Bo murmured. He didn’t why he was reacting like this. Damn it. It wasn’t like Bo was inexperienced. Before Royce, he had his share of ex-boyfriends, but none of them, Royce included, could reduce him to this—a creature driven by lust and need. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment. Maybe, he started to believe he might just be Garret’s mate, as absurd as that sounded.

  “You ought to learn some fucking patience, Bo.” Garret growled. Bo heard the whistle then the resounding slap a second later. His ass jumped as Garret’s hard and callused hand made contact with his left cheek. Bo groaned at the sting, grinding his throbbing erection against the sheets. How could he be incredibly aroused by that?

  Garret landed a second smack to his other cheek, making his entire body quiver. God. That was such a turn-on.

  “Like that, baby?” Garret asked, rubbing against his bottom.

  “Oh God, yes.” Bo buried his face into the bed sheet, glad Garret couldn’t see his flushed face. Garret delivered a couple of blows, not hard, but with enough sting for his tormented cock to stiffen.

  “Remember, Bo. No coming until my say-so,” Garret warned.

  Bo moaned in assent, relieved Garret nudged his legs wider and took position between them. Seconds later, he felt Garret lubing his tight opening. The werewolf took his time, teasing the puckered flesh until Bo had to beg him.

  That earned Bo another slap to his thigh.

  “Jesus,” Bo murmured.

  Garret slid one finger inside his ass, then a second, slowly scissoring Bo for his access. “We’ll go slow.”

  “I don’t want to go slow,” Bo protested.

  “Don’t be a brat. Enjoy this.”

  Bo grunted, but his impatience went away when Garret finally gripped his hips and nudged his cockhead in. Eyes widening, Bo’s breath caught in his throat at the sheer size of Garret.

  Garret slowed his descent. “Breathe easy, Bo. Relax for me. I won’t go fast until you’re used to me.”

  Bo obeyed. Taking deep breaths, he relaxed his ass muscles. Garret continued his entry, sliding in until he was buried hilt deep inside Bo. Bo clawed at the sheets as the slight burn gave way to something else. Pleasure.

  “Feel me inside you,” Garret rumbled.

  Bo closed his eyes, feeling completely breached. Branded. Garret sure knew how to make an unforgettable entrance.

  “Are you ready for me to move?”

  “Yes,” Bo whispered. Garret didn’t ask again. Tightening his hold on the flesh of Bo’s hips, he began thrusting in and out of Bo, slow at first, before gaining speed. Bo’s fingers sunk into the sheet as the force of Garret’s thrusts rocked the entire bed.

  God. Each time Garret entered him, the pressure inside Bo grew, threatening to burst. Garret went in fast and deep, capable of penetrating Bo’s inner defenses. Jolts of pleasure crawled up his chest and hit his groin. Bo didn’t know how long he would last.

  “Garret,” Bo whispered, but Garret must have switched angle. The next time Garret drove into him, Garret hit his sweet spot. A loud gasp tore from Bo’s throat as Garret repeatedly aimed for his pleasure center, not dropping speed.

  “Please.” Bo pleaded and begged.

  “Not yet,” Garret said with panting breaths.

  Bo had never been made love to like this—pushed to the edge over and over again. It was as if Garret knew his breaking point. Garret eased his thrusts and slowed down, letting Bo’s climax climb. Then Bo felt it, an unfamiliar sensation slipping out of Garret locking with his insides and refusing to let go.

  Knotted. Bo heard the more powerful shifter males knotted their lovers, but he never expected it happen to him. Worry began to mount inside him as he remembered the horror tales accompanying the mating ritual done wrong, but Garret’s firm hold on his body steered him back to reality.

  “Hush, Bo. Don’t panic. I’m with you. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” Garret said in a soothing voice.

  Bo relaxed into Garret’s slow and steady thrusts. It did feel good, like Garret was melting into him. Hell, Bo could get used to this feeling.

  “Now,” Garret ordered, pushing into his prostate one last time.

  Bo heard Garret’s shuddering cry mingling with his own. The dam inside him broke and waves of pleasure assaulted Bo’s body. His mind reeled, and the cabin fell away. All that mattered was Garret’s body, still locked with his. Eventually, he felt Garret unknotting him, letting him go.

  Chapter Seven

  “Jesus, that was intense,” Bo murmured later. Garret showed him the same tender affections by helping him back on the bed, and cleaning both of them up.

  The werewolf slid beside him later and Bo found himself curling into the huge shifter’s massive arms. Bo didn’t know cuddling against a person like this could feel so warm. Garret tucked his head against his shoulder, stroking his sweat-soaked hair. Bo felt his fingers linger on the side of his neck.

  “Do it. Make me your mate,” Bo said.

  He didn’t know how reckless he was being, but all his life he’d gone slow and careful. Evaluating every decision he made based on pros and cons, and for once in Bo’s life he knew he didn’t need a list. Making lists didn’t save him from picking a mistake like Royce.

  With Garret, there was no conflict. Bo simply knew, with frightening certainty that this man, this werewolf was his. Funny how the thought of binding himself to a stranger he hardly knew about would have scared him shitless long ago. Hell, Bo wasn’t the kind of guy who believed in romance, but here he was, doing something so unexplainable, unconventional, and unlike him. Excitement crawled down his spine. Every inch of his skin tingled with electricity.

  “This isn’t a decision you can make lightly,” Garret warned. The werewolf didn’t stop stroking his neck though. Instead, his thumb kept on circling that spot.

  “My answer remains the same. I’m sure,” Bo confirmed.

  Garret didn’t ask twice. “Wait here. I need to get the first aid kit.”

  Bo’s eyes widened. “Is it going to hurt?”

  “At the start, but I want the kit so I could tend to the bleeding after.”

  Bo scooted over so Garret could retrieve the box from his bathroom.

  “Never imagined doing this again,” Garret said, sliding back into bed.

  “Do you miss him? Your former mate?” Bo asked. Garret tucked him close to him again and he loved how effortless the movement seemed. Natural almost.

  “Some days,” Garret admitted. “But you collapsing on my doorstep might be sign its time I let go of his ghost. Let the past stay dead and buried.”

  Bo leaned his head against Garret’s broad chest, and began tracing lazy spherical circles on his right pectoral. Garret’s words reverberated in him, because in a way, he was letting go of Royce. Trying to forget Royce was difficult though, becaus
e despite how Royce turned out, they made some good memories together—or were those a lie too?

  “When I make you mine, I want you to only think of me,” Garret’s voice tickled beside his ear, authoritative and possessive. “That clear?”

  “Very. Don’t worry. You’re very distracting.” Bo traced one finger down Garret’s ribs and abs. “I love these second to your cock.”

  “You could be damn crass too, little human,” Garret rumbled. “Ready?”

  In answer, Bo bared his neck to him. Accepting his gift, Garret put his mouth to the spot. He didn’t go for the bite immediately. The ritual felt uncomfortably intimate. The way Garret took his time licking and nipping the spot, felt like a kind of foreplay. Bo sunk his fingers around Garret’s shoulders, pressing his erection against Garret’s stomach. The werewolf paused, growling.

  “Just showing you how hard I am for you right now.”

  Garret’s rich laughter turned Bo’s insides to jelly. “You’re always fucking horny for me, Bo.”

  “Am I keeper then?” Bo teased back.

  “You know the answer to that.”

  Bo felt the slightly sharpened edge of Garret’s teeth hovering close to his skin. Garret held him close, grip deliciously bruising. Bo shuddered, back arching as Garret’s canines sunk deep into his flesh. Pain flared, but only for a moment, like the quick sting of a crop. Then Bo felt Garret’s hand sliding between their bodies to reach for his cock.

  Good Lord. Again? Bo had no complaints. Garret glided his fist up and down his shaft, and Bo easily forgot about the pain.

  Hell, it was crazy the way Bo was incredibly turned on. How aware Bo was of every miniscule detail, like the heat between their bodies, their sweat mingling, the heat of Garret’s mouth, holding his neck captive. All it took was one jerk for Garret to tear out his throat, and turn him from lover to food.

  Remembering the different kind of hunger Royce exhibited made him lose focus for a second. Garret’s hand held him firm, and his other hand that worked Bo’s shaft to climax tethered Bo back to reality. It reminded him Garret wasn’t the least bit like Royce.