by Kasey Belle
“Nick?” Mal whispered his name.
“Yes?”
“I want you to fuck me this time.” Mal’s eyes traveled to Nick’s straining cock. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
Nick’s heart beat a rapid tattoo in his chest. Anticipation licked at his veins while nerves tightened his belly. This was big. Super big. He knew Mal was vers, but he didn’t think he’d have the chance to fuck his tight hole so soon. “I- I’ve never―”
“Neither have I. Been on the receiving end, I mean. I was saving my ass for my mate,” Mal stated with a sexy wink. “I’ll talk you through the prep then just do what feels good. I have no doubt I’ll like whatever you do to me.”
He could do this. Nick rubbed his sweaty palms on his bare thighs and Mal leaned over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer. Nick took the bottle from Mal. The soft snick of a cap opening sounded almost like a gunshot in the quiet of the room. He squirted some on his fingers. Nick watched porn. He’d jacked off with his fingers stretching his own hole. So, he knew the basic mechanics of how all this worked. He knew prep was key. He would take the same care with Mal as Mal took with him. But, damn. This was infinitely different. Knowing and doing weren’t the same thing. What if he hurt Mal? What if Mal decided he didn’t like it? What if–
“Hey?” Mal snapped his fingers in Nick’s face startling him out of his head. “Stop over thinking it. You got this, babe.”
Nick blew out a breath and nodded. He could do this.
Mal cocked his head and asked, “How do you want me?”
“Uh, is on your back okay? I want to look in your eyes.” He needed to be able to see Mal’s beautiful grass green eyes to gauge Mal’s enjoyment for himself. He needed to make sure he didn’t cause Mal an ounce of pain. Plus, Nick couldn’t imagine making love to him for the first time any other way.
A slow contented smile curved Mal’s lips. “Sounds perfect.” He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his hands around the back of his thighs, opening himself for Nick. The sight of Mal’s hole, winking at him, practically begging to be fucked, was the sexiest thing Nick had ever seen.
Nick caressed Mal’s hole with the tips of his fingers. Mal stiffened, but he knew it wasn’t from fear or pain. He could scent Mal’s arousal and need. Nick pressed his finger in and Mal groaned.
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Mal wanted to beg Nick to take him the second he felt his mate’s slicked fingers move between his ass cheeks. He’d been stretched before, but only by his own hand or the occasional toy when pleasuring himself. He never let one of his tricks fuck him or touch him there. Mal was vers, but he’d want to wait to explore that side of himself. He always felt that trust should only be given to his mate. Nick played with his hole and Mal’s muscles clenched and unclenched, silently begging his mate to breach him. Nick’s finger pressing against his pucker almost sent him over the edge. He bit his cheek, dug his fingernails into his palm, and tried to think of every unsexy image he could to stave off his orgasm. Women’s professional basketball. A foal being born. A woman in a bikini. It hardly helped.
Nick’s finger was buried in his ass all the way to the knuckle. He moved it in and out of Mal’s hole until the muscles relaxed. Nick removed his finger and Mal growled in protest until he realized his mate was replacing his single digit with two. Bearing down on Nick’s fingers, they slipped in easier than the first, but the erotic pain of the additional stretch stole his breath. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Are you okay?” Nick asked and held his hand still.
Mal nodded. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
Thank fuck Nick didn’t. He started moving both fingers in and out of Mal’s tight opening. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Nick wiggled his fingers in Mal’s ass, scissoring them in and out, stretching him so he could add another digit. His mate pushed another finger in and grazed right over Mal’s sweet spot. “Nick!” Mal cried out, unable to keep the pleasure that raced through his body to himself any longer.
“Almost there, sexy,” Nick purred. His soft voice soothed Mal’s frayed control. “One more finger. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Mal groaned. “You’re trying to kill me.” He was sure he was going to die before Nick got the fourth finger in him.
Nick snorted a laugh. “Now what good would you do me if you were dead.” He winked at Mal.
Yep dead. Mal had never experienced this level of pleasure. He felt as if his body was tight as a bow string. It wouldn’t take much to snap it. Good thing he knew Nick would be there to put him back together if that happened.
Nick pulled his fingers all the way out and pushed back with four this time. He fucked Mal for a few more strokes. Finally, he pulled out for good. He walked up on his knees aiming his cock at Mal’s stretched hole. “You’re ready for me.”
“No shit. Been ready,” Mal ground out. Nick snickered. The blunt head of Nick’s cock touched his hole then he was pushing inside Mal. His ass muscles clenched around Nick’s cock, sending shock waves of white hot pleasure though his body. Mal welcomed him inside. Once again he and Nick joined together two souls, two bodies becoming one. Their bond strengthening more as Nick claimed his body. Mal was so glad he’d followed his heart and waited for Nick just as Nick had waited for him. Yes, Mal had fucked other guys, He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about that, no matter what Nick said, but at least he could give part of his virginity to his mate. Nick started moving. Mal moaned as his long, thick cock filled him so perfectly.
Nick leaned forward and planted his hands on either side of Mal’s head changing the angle of his penetration. His cock pegged Mal’s prostate with every thrust.
Nick grunted and groaned above him and quickened his movements. His face a study in ecstasy. “I’m not going to last.”
“Me either.” Mal grasped his cock and jacked himself. Their cries mingling together.
Nick leaned down and buried his face in Mal’s neck. He licked at the pulse throbbing under his skin. Mal knew what was coming. “Now, Nick!”
Nick’s canines sank into Mal’s flesh sending Mal over the edge. He called out Nick’s name as his climax crashed over him. He threw back his head and howled as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his cock over his abdomen and chest.
Nick continued to thrust in and out of Mal’s body. “Please, Mal,” Nick breathed against his skin as he licked the mating mark he’d just placed there.
Mal knew what he needed. He gripped Nick’s hair and pulled his head back exposing his mate’s neck. Nick continued to pound Mal’s ass. Mal sank his teeth into Nick. Waves of ecstasy washed over Mal once again as Nick’s sweet blood splashed across his tongue. Nick slammed into his ass a final time and then warm come filled him. Nick moaned his name and his cock jerked inside the Mal.
Nick’s arms gave out, and he dropped onto Mal’s chest. His mate’s panting breaths cooled his hot, sweat slicked skin. Mal wrapped his arms around Nick and held him tight to his body, not caring about the sticky cum trapped between their bodies or the sweat pouring off of him wetting the sheet. He thought fucking Nick was perfection. He didn’t think it could get any better between them, but he’d been wrong. Mal had never felt more content. It was as if the circle of their bond was finally complete, now that they’d completely given themselves to each other.
“We should probably shower,” Nick mumbled against his chest.
The lack of enthusiasm in Nick’s voice made him smile. “Cleanliness is overrated.”
Nick snorted a laugh but otherwise didn’t move. “Agreed. Maybe later when I can feel my feet.”
Chapter 20
The following morning Nick was awakened by the shrill ring of Mal’s cellphone. His mate’s hand shot out and blindly searched for the phone on the bedside table. With his face still buried in his pillow, Mal put the phone to his ear and answered the phone with a muffled, “What?”
Nick grinned. Mal was in a word adorable and definitely not a morning person. His eyebrows shot up when Mal bolted upright.
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“Oh, hi. Yeah. Okay. Um. Come through the main entrance. Before you reach the main house, there’s a road that veers off the driveway to the left. Take that. Then take your third right. Knock. Don’t ring the bell, you’ll wake the baby. We’ll be waiting.”
Intrigued, Nick pounced the second Mal hung up the call. “Who was that? What are we waiting for?”
Mal began dialing a number on his phone and held up a finger to silence Nick. He responded with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. Nick mentally tapped his foot. He didn’t want to wait one minute for answers. He wanted to know what was going on… now.
“Hey, Traynor. There will be a delivery truck coming down the drive in a few minutes. It’s heading to my place. Let everyone know will you?” Mal was silent for a moment as he listed to Traynor’s reply. “Cool. Thanks, man.”
Mal rang off then climbed from the bed without a word. Nick let out an exasperated breath. “Well?”
Mal opened his dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. He shot a look over his should at Nick and said, “You better put some clothes on, baby. Nobody sees that gorgeous body but me.”
He grumbled as he threw back the covers. Stomping to his chest of drawers, Nick pulled out a pair of lounge pants and tugged them on, not bothering with underwear. “My bits are covered. Who. Was. That. On. The. Phone?” His patience was at an end.
“It’s a surprise.” He walked over and gave Nick a peck on the lips. “You won’t have to wait long to find out what it is. They’ll be here any minute.”
Mal pulled on a pair of sweatpants and tugged a t-shirt over his head. “I’ll meet you in the family room.” He patted Nick’s ass and sauntered away, whistling as he stepped through the door. Nick glared at Mal’s back as he walked out of the room.
Nick finished dressing quickly, unable to quell his curiosity and annoyance. Who would have thought his mate had an infuriating side? He met up with Mal in the family room. He held a mug of coffee in each hand and passed one to Nick. He took a sip and hummed. Just the way he liked it. Okay, so maybe Mal wasn’t that infuriating.
The sound of a diesel engine caught Nick’s attention. He rushed to the window and saw a truck with an image of a black grand piano emblazoned on the side along with the words: Halverson Music, Austin, TX. His hand flew to his mouth and he bit back a sob. “What did you do?” The question barely made it past the lump in his throat.
Mal took the mug from his hand and set it on the side table. He placed his hands on Nick’s shoulders and turned him then he cupped Nick’s face in his palms. “I told you I was buying you a piano? Did you doubt me?”
“No, I just thought, you know… someday. Not today.”
Mal rubbed their noses together. “You’re so smart. I didn’t buy it today. I bought it yesterday.” Nick rolled his eyes. “I’m an impatient man.” Liar. Mal was the most patient person he’d ever met. “I refuse to wait for naked music time.” Mall wagged his eyebrows.
Nick giggle-snorted a laugh. “You’re bad.”
“You love it.”
Nick rubbed Mal’s chest relishing the feel of his mate’s strong muscles under his palm. “I love you.”
The truck backed up and came to a stop just shy of the steps. The driver and two passengers hopped out. Mal took Nick’s hand and tugged him toward the door. They didn’t bother waiting for the driver to make his way up the porch steps before opening the door.
The driver waved at them and unlatched the sliding door. They lowered the ramp so that they could roll the piano out of the truck directly onto the porch bypassing the steps. Mal glanced at the piano on the dolly as it rested on its side―sans legs―as they delivery men removed it from the truck.
Wait a minute. “Yesterday? When did you find time to order a piano?”
“Remember when you were playing tea party with Emma Grace?” Nick nodded. How could he forget that? Playing Declan’s mother’s piano and Emma Grace’s tea party had been the highlights of his day. “That’s when I ordered it.”
“Sight unseen?”
“I reached out to a few pack members I knew who are musically inclined. They all recommended Halverson’s.”
“You must have paid an arm and a leg for them to deliver it so early. It’s not like Austin is ten minutes up the road, Mal.”
Mal just shrugged. “I was happy they had that baby in stock. They were happy to make the sale. Win, win.”
He was so in awe of Mal right now. The only other person, since his parents died, who cared enough to make sure Nick had his coveted music in his life was Summer. When his uncle moved into the alpha’s home and Nick no longer had free access to his piano. He’d made the mistake of asking for time to practice on it. Uncle Craden admonished him saying only girls and queers played the piano. He had his enforcers take sledgehammers to it then hauled off the mangled pieces. It was like losing another family member. Nick never asked his uncle for anything else after that. His uncle’s cruelty had infuriated Summer, and she secretly started squirreling away money without Nick’s knowledge. She went the local pawn shop and bought Nick a cheap but functional portable keyboard for his birthday. It had been his most prized possession. He’d hated leaving it behind.
Nick hadn’t been able to stop his tears since the moment the delivery men unveiled the Steinway Model S, better known as a City Grand, the smallest of Steinway’s Grand Piano line, but no less perfect. When Mal promised him a piano, Nick figured his mate meant a standard upright which would have been great. Nick would have been happy with a Casio keyboard. As long as he could play he didn’t care what he used. He sure as hell hadn’t expected his mate to purchase a Steinway. The piano of pianos. Nick stared at it. He wiped his mouth sure he was drooling. It was the most beautiful thing Nick had ever seen. He ran his hand over the sleek dark lacquer finish. Mal apologized genuinely distressed over the fact that the piano was pre-owned, not new, like that was an actual thing to be ashamed of.
Nick walked around and pulled out the bench. He sat down at the keys and flexed his fingers. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers over the black and white keys relishing the feel of them under his fingertips. He could feel Mal’s eyes on him as he acquainted himself with the magnificent instrument.
“They swore even though it’s pre-owned, it was it top condition. Even though it’s you know, used.” Mal’s anxious tone caught his attention.
His eyes popped open. Nick bent his head to the side and studied him. Mal was still worried about that? “Unless used means someone dropped this out a two story window, it’s perfect, Mal. There is no such thing as a shitty Steinway. Used just means someone loved it before I did. She has history. She’s beautiful.”
“She, huh?”
“Yep.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about you lavishing your attention on a woman.”
Nick snorted and rolled his eyes. “Pianos are like cars, they’re all she’s and demand to be stroked and loved. But I promise, she’s the only one. I don’t do the girly parts.” Nick exaggerated a full body shudder.
Mal laughed out loud. “Will you play something for me?” Nick was struck by the hopeful expression he wore.
Nick didn’t bother to hide his joy. He imagined playing for Mal would soon become favorite activity, well second favorite… sex with Mal being the first.
Mal leaned his elbows on the piano smiling at him, eager for the action to begin. Nick could easily picture Mal as a little anxious boy staring at a sparkling tree with wide eyes, presents packed below it on Christmas Day. Nick began to play letting his fingers float over the keys. He’d only made it a few bars when Mal interrupted him.
“What’s the name of that song?”
“It’s the theme song from Twilight.” Mal cocked a mocking eyebrow. Nick pressed a palm to his chest and stuck out his tongue. “Hey, don’t be a hater. Yes, the movie―the entire franchise for that matter―was shit, but the soundtrack was awesome. Don’t mock what you don’t understand.” Nick raised his nose in the
air and sniffed in feigned disdain.
Mal cracked up and gave Nick a peck on the lips. “You’re adorable when you’re being all haughty. I think I should start calling you my little diva.”
“Don’t you dare.” Surely he wasn’t serious. “I am not a drama queen. Thank you very much.”
“Really?” Mirth danced in Mal’s eyes as he sent a pointed look at the palm still pressed to his chest.
Nick rolled his eyes. Okay. So his mate had a point. He had stopped playing in order to respond with a little inner-bitch flair. Instead of acknowledging the truth, he chose to ignore it and resumed playing allowing the music take him to that special place in his head.
Mal straddled the piano bench and slid his body close until his hard cock was flush with Nick’s hip. If he thought Mal’s impressive appendage practically humping him made it hard to concentrate on what he was doing, Nick hadn’t seen anything yet. Mal slid on arm around his middle then using his free hand, threaded his fingers through Nick’s hair. He then proceeded to nibble on Nicks neck. He loved the feel of Mal’s lips on his skin. He tilted his head to the side to give Mal more room to work.
Mal ran his nose up Nick’s neck inhaling as he went. “Damn, baby. You smell delicious. I just want to eat you up,” he growled against Nick’s skin. Mal ran his tongue along the shell of Nick’s ear before nibbling on the lobe. Mal trailed his lips along Nick’s jawline causing him to moan before he turned his head and fused his lips to Mal’s.
Mal ran his hand across Nick’s abdomen the down to his crotch and palmed Nick’s erection. Damn, that felt good.
They separated in order to take a few much needed breaths. Mal leaned back and looked toward the kitchen. Nick assumed he was checking on Leo who was sleeping in his baby swing by the back window. He loved staring outside while the constant motion lulled him to sleep.
