Welsh Wolves 1: Let Sleeping Wolves Lie

by Tielle St Clare

  Gravel sprayed as he made the turn into The Red Dragon's parking lot. He was out of the car before it stopped moving. His zipper dug into his hard-on with each step.

  The parking lot was empty. Too early for the place to even be open.

  He yanked open the door. A small group stood near the bar. The three men he associated with the bar didn't flinch. The female grinned, but stepped behind the counter as if protecting her unborn child.

  Reese raised his chin in greeting, though how a blind guy could know it was Maddock walking in, he had no idea.

  The big guy, Micah, looked up, the edges of his eyes tightening down in warning and challenge.

  Hairs on the back of Maddock's neck stood up and his lips twitched, wanting to pull back in a snarl.

  Dex dropped his tray on the counter and spun around.

  Normal levels of restraint disappeared. Ignoring the fact that he was in a public place, that he was a fucking leader of business in town, he stalked across the bar, meeting Dex halfway.

  “We need to talk,” Dex announced.

  Like hell. He needed to fuck. His cock was so hard he wasn't going to be able to hear anything around it.

  “Later.” The word came out as a growl. He wrapped his arm around the kid's waist and picked up him, carrying him around the back of the bar and down the short hallway.

  He pushed open the office door and carried Dex inside.

  “Maddock, we—”

  He placed Dex on his feet. The bright green eyes stared at him and Maddock had the strongest urge to lean down and kiss those pouty lips. He'd never kissed a man before. Didn't even particularly care to kiss most the women he fucked, but something about Dex's mouth made him want to kiss and lick and bite, make sure those lips were sensitive as they sucked his cock.

  “You said you wanted my cock.”

  Dex nodded. His eyes glowed with desire. A moment's hesitation and he dropped to his knees. The sight just about made Maddock come. So sweet. Dex looked up as he eased down the zipper on Maddock's trousers.

  “You look hot,” Dex whispered as he leaned in and inhaled, drawing in a deep breath. “I want to rip this suit off you with my teeth.”

  Maddock smiled and groaned simultaneously at the image.

  Damn, it was sexy to have a lover who wanted you so obviously. Hot lips brushed against his still-covered cock, but not even the thin layer of cotton could mute the fire from Dex's mouth.

  Dex rubbed his nose along the hard ridge of Maddock's cock. The red haze in Maddock’s brain exploded as Dex inhaled the scent of him. Maddock watched, staring down as his lover whispered kisses across his erection, tiny flicks of his tongue.

  The rampant energy that had tormented him for over a week mutated inside him. It didn’t disappear but now it had focus. The flutters that twitched his muscles, vibrating his body from the inside out, turning to pure concentrated power in his core. He felt in command of his own body for the first time in days.

  He realized he’d been holding his body tense, fighting just to keep himself together.

  But now, peace flowed through his veins as the strain eased in his muscles.

  He looked down. The kid nuzzled his cock, sending heat through the material of his shorts. Unable to resist, Maddock reached down and slid his fingers through the almost-blond strands, watching as the soft hair flowed between his fingers. He’d imagined this a hundred times. He tugged a bit, letting the silky strands tease his skin.

  Dex opened his mouth and stroked his tongue over the thick bulge of Maddock’s erection. Maddock groaned and realized that as much as he wanted to come in Dex’s mouth, he wanted that ass even more—wanted to feel the kid’s body straining beneath his.

  He tugged on Dex’s hair.

  “Baby, if you want me to fuck your ass, you'd better get up here. I'm not going to last long.”

  Dex lifted his head, those green eyes sparkling with hunger and flirtation. For a moment Maddock thought Dex would continue to tease him, but need seemed to win out. He stood up and reached for the fly of his own jeans, tugging them down and turning around. Deliberately placing his hands on the desk, Dex bent forward and offered that round ass to Maddock.

  Maddock stared, captivated by the pale flesh and…

  The curved end of a butt plug sunk deep in Dex's ass.

  “What the hell?”

  He ran his finger across the base of the plug, shifting it inside Dex's hole. His lover groaned and pressed back so Maddock repeated the movement.

  “Please.”

  “You always walk around with this in? Ready to be fucked?” The idea both excited him and pissed him off.

  Dex shook his head, his hair falling down around his face. “I put it in after I called you. I didn't want to wait when you got here.” He pumped his ass up. “Fuck me.”

  Maddock's cock swelled and a growl ripped from his chest.

  “Oh damn, I love when you make that noise,” Dex moaned.

  He growled again, partly to please his lover and partly because he needed to release the sound that rattled his brain.

  “Please, we have to hurry.”

  Maddock heard the urgency in Dex's voice, but he couldn't resist skimming his hands down Dex's ass, shifting the plug, testing the firm muscles with his fingers, imagining smacking those hard cheeks. But Dex said they had to hurry and he had gotten the distinct impression that the three people standing at the bar were waiting for them to finish.

  Let them wait.

  He placed one hand on Dex's back, then slipped his fingers between those tight cheeks and pulled the plug halfway out before plunging it back in. Wild tension raced through his lover's body as Dex arched back.

  “Fuck.”

  “You put it in for me, I thought I'd play with it for a bit.”

  He fucked Dex with the plug a second time.

  “Now, why do we have to hurry?”

  “M-Micah.”

  “The big guy?”

  Dex nodded. “Needs to talk to you.”

  “Right.” He scoffed. “He can wait.” He tapped the end of the butt plug. “Or maybe I should just leave you here and go talk to him.”

  “Nooo! Please.” Dex rocked back. “I need you, inside me.”

  The need in Dex's voice grabbed Maddock's cock and he couldn't play any more.

  “Lube.”

  “Bottom drawer,” Dex reminded him.

  Maddock felt another growl lodge in his throat. “One of these days you're going to explain how you know where another man keeps his lube.”

  A corner of his mind pointed out this wasn't a long-term relationship. This was going to be the last time. Of course, he'd said that the last two times so maybe he needed to stop lying to himself.

  “Later,” Dex groaned. “Just fuck me.”

  Maddock grinned and for a moment he considered teasing Dex a little more, but fuck, the kid really seemed to want it and that round ass was too tempting to ignore. The “presence” inside his head—he didn’t know what else to call it—pushed him forward, demanding he plunge into Dex’s ass.

  He grabbed the flared end of the butt plug and pulled it out, slow and steady, making sure Dex felt it. Dex cried out and a shiver ran through his body.

  Maddock grabbed the lube and yanked down his briefs. The momentary consideration of a condom flashed through his thoughts, but a low snarl at the back of his mind rejected the idea. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been inside Dex bare and he wanted to feel that hot ass squeezing his cock.

  He poured lube on his fingers and slipped two into Dex's already stretched ass. The plug hadn't been that big so his hole was still tight.

  “Do you need more, babe?” He tapped his fingers inside the slick passage, finding Dex’s gland and watching the shudder race up his spine. “You’re pretty tight. You're going to feel me if I fuck you.”

  Dex tossed his head back, riding up on his toes. The movement sent Maddock's fingers deep.

  “Do it.”

  Maddock's vision turned r
ed and a howl reverberated through his skull. He didn't know where the noise had come from, only that it drove him forward. He slicked up his cock and put the head at Dex's entrance. He couldn't pause, couldn't hold himself back. He had to be inside Dex. He pushed forward, heat surrounding his dick, pulling him deeper.

  His growl blended with Dex's groan as he sank his cock into that tight hole.

  “Fuck!” He couldn't stop the shout.

  Dex nodded, his hair falling forward to cover his face. Maddock reached out and scraped the blond strands away, needing to see Dex as Maddock claimed him.

  Dex sighed and turned his head, placing his cheek against the desk. His eyes drifted shut, his mouth hung open.

  “Too much?” Maddock asked, unwilling to hurt his lover, no matter how much he needed to fuck.

  Dex’s lips curled into a soft smile and his eyes fluttered open.

  “Just trying not to come. Want to feel you.”

  The words sent him higher. Maddock ground his back teeth together, fighting his own need to come before he'd even gotten his cock all the way in. A whimper escaped Dex's chest.

  “Sh, it's okay, baby. I've got you.” He eased back, then pressed forward, going a little deeper, claiming another few inches. “Fuck, baby.” His fingers tightened on Dex's hips and he pushed in, needing to go as far as he could.

  Every warning he'd given himself had disappeared when Dex had begged to see him, begged for his cock.

  Now, balls deep in Dex's ass, he couldn't regret it. He might later, but now, this was where he needed to be. Where he belonged.

  He held himself still, just enjoying the sensation of being inside Dex.

  After long moments, Dex moaned and wiggled his hips. “Maddock. Fuck me.”

  “Damn, you're greedy today.” He smacked Dex's hip.

  “I need you to fuck me.” The low hungry tone that had lured him out of the office returned. “I need to feel you pounding into my ass. Need that cock—”

  The rest of the words were lost. Maddock roared and pulled back, almost out before driving in, giving Dex what he wanted—a hard, fast fuck.

  Dex cried out, but his ass pressed back, meeting Maddock's stroke, sending him even deeper.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “Yes, more.” Dex babbled as Maddock fucked him. The words had no meaning but Maddock understood every one of them. They resonated in his chest and flooded his groin. He wouldn't last long. The heat and tightness of Dex's ass was going to send him over the edge soon.

  He shouted and angled his cock, finding that place inside Dex's ass that he knew would send the man flying.

  Dex cried out, his words becoming noises. Maddock felt his orgasm rising fast and he wanted Dex with him, but there was no way he could release his hold on Dex's hips.

  “Stroke yourself off, Dex. I want to feel you come on my cock.” He growled out the words. He wasn't the most vocal lover normally, but something about fucking Dex drew the words right out of him.

  Dex reached down and wrapped his hand around his own dick and began to pump in time to Maddock’s fucking.

  “That’s it.” It was as if he could feel Dex touching himself, could feel the other man’s pleasure. Sparks started at the base of his spine and Maddock knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His gaze locked onto the back of Dex’s neck, half-covered by the black T-shirt he wore.

  The dreams of biting, of sinking his teeth into that flesh and holding on while he came inside his lover consumed his thoughts. He bent forward and rubbed his teeth across the smooth flesh, pushing the soft cloth out of the way so he had access to skin. A growl formed in his head and the compulsion to bite hard almost overwhelmed him, but he maintained control. Some control.

  He bit down, not breaking the skin, just snagging the tight muscle with his teeth, knowing he was leaving a mark.

  As if that little bit of sensation was what he needed, Dex cried out and the scent of his come flooded the room.

  Maddock's shout turned to a roar as he plowed into Dex one more time and followed his lover over the edge.

  Chapter Seven

  Maddock led the way into the main bar, feeling relaxed and a little bit lazy. Fuck, he didn't know what was waiting for him. Obviously, Dex had used sex to lure him out to the bar, but Maddock was too well-fucked to care. He wanted to find a bed and snuggle with Dex. The thought should have sent him running for the door, but he was too satisfied to fight it.

  The growls in his head had turned into contented rumbles. The energy dropped to a murmur, a pleasant sensation in his chest and stomach. Damn, it would be nice to lay down.

  They'd cleaned up in the bathroom, but every time he'd tried to touch or cuddle Dex, the younger man had pulled back saying that Micah really needed to talk to Maddock.

  Whatever it was, he wanted it over with soon. For the first time in days, he felt normal, better than normal.

  Dex’s scent teased Maddock’s nose and he leaned in, drawing in a deep breath. Dex smiled and pushed him away.

  “Let’s go.”

  They walked back to the main bar and those same three were waiting, though they looked strangely flushed and a little exhausted, as if they'd just had sex.

  “We are going to have to find some sort of shielding if this keeps happening,” Rhian groused, her eyes squinting down into a glare.

  Dex winced. “Sorry.”

  Maddock felt his cheeks heat up. They probably had been pretty loud, but the urge to protect Dex was stronger than his embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest and planted himself in front of the smaller man. His lips twitched as he held back a snarl.

  Rhian’s eyes got wide and her lips pursed together like she was trying to hold back a smile.

  “Wow.” She glanced at Reese. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Instinct,” Reese murmured.

  “It’s cute.”

  Maddock let a little growl come out of his throat, a warning. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he didn’t like the sensation of being the only one out of the loop.

  Dex’s hand came to rest on his back, the touch strangely comforting, as if he could rely on Dex for support. Particularly interesting when the other three didn't seem at all friendly.

  Micah wiped his hand across his forehead and stood up slowly. Maddock didn't usually look at other guy's crotches, but the ginger way Micah moved drew his gaze.

  And fuck, the guy had a hard-on. It was a bit too obvious to miss.

  As if he noticed Maddock looking, the big man tugged out his shirt, letting the tails hang down and hide the bulge.

  Micah crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back against the bar.

  “We haven't been formally introduced. You've just fucked in my office,” he drawled with enough irritation to make Maddock smile. Something about the big guy just made Maddock want to annoy him. “I'm Micah,” he said, but he made no move to offer his hand to Maddock. “You've met Rhian and Reese. And you've fucked Dex.”

  Maddock tipped his head to the side. “Didn't know he was off-limits.”

  “I don't care who he fucks. I'm just getting tired of my office being used as your fuck nest.”

  “Geez, Micah, it was twice,” Dex protested.

  “And we are seriously off topic.” Reese leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bar. “Maddock, do you have a pack?”

  Dex squeaked as if the question was as much of a shock to him.

  “A pack of what?” Cigarettes? Beer?

  Reese nodded and sighed just a bit. “That's what I thought. Are you adopted?”

  “What? What the hell is this?” He took a step back, turning so he put Dex in front of him along with the others. He suddenly didn't feel comfortable with anyone behind him. Hairs at the back of his neck stood up and he thought again that it might be some kind of setup.

  “Maddock, just go with it for a few minutes, huh?” Dex asked. He reached out and gave Maddock's arm a squeeze and offered a weak smile. Pleading filled those green e
yes. And why the fuck did he suddenly feel the need to make Dex happy?

  “Fine.” He looked at Reese. “No. I'm not adopted. My mom died five years ago.”

  “And what about your dad?”

  “What about him?”

  “Who is he? Where's he from? Where is he now?”

  “Don't know, don't know, don't care.” He let his arms drop to his sides. “Really guys, what's going on here?” This was getting a little creepy.

  Reese looked at Micah, then at Dex.

  “We think your father…” Reese hesitated. “Left you a legacy of sorts.”

  “How the hell would you know that? My mom never even knew his name.”

  “Listen, this is kind of hard to explain,” Rhian interjected.

  Maddock's gaze jumped back and forth between the small crowd facing him. They all seemed to be in on some secret they thought involved him and it was pissing him off.

  “Maybe it's better if we just show him,” Micah offered.

  “No.” Reese shook his head. “I've done this before and it's never better to just show someone.”

  “Okay, you guys are starting to freak me out, so either say what you've got to say or I'm out of here.”

  Reese sighed. “We believe that your father was…different. Like we are. We—”

  “Fuck this.” Micah straightened away from the bar. “We're werewolves. We think you're a werewolf and that you're Dex's mate. That's why you can't seem to stay away from him and keep fucking him in my office.”

  “That was subtle.” Rhian punched Micah on the arm.

  Maddock let the words settle in his brain. Werewolves. Bad enough I’m fucking a guy, now I find out he’s insane-asylum-ready. Nice.

  “What? You guys were just going to pussyfoot around it,” Micah defended.

  It seemed to take them a minute to realize that he hadn't responded. Finally, Dex looked up.

  “What do you think?”

  “It doesn't matter what I think, does it? You guys live in the world you want and I'm okay with that.” He took a step backward, heading toward the door.

  “He's making a run for it,” Reese announced.

  “Please, don't.” Dex looked at him with those wide, pleading eyes. “Just give us a few minutes to show you.” He turned to Micah. “Someone needs to show him.”