Without Reservations

by J. L. Langley

Keaton patted his arm. “It’s okay. We don’t always ride around in limos. I guess they wanted to make sure we’d all fit.”

  Chay snorted and handed their luggage to the chauffeur.

  Keaton grinned and grabbed Chay’s hand, pulling him in beside him.

  Keaton’s father stared at their intertwined hands, but didn’t say anything. After they were all settled in the car and on their way to Reynolds Hall, Howard cleared his throat, getting their attention. “So, Chay, what do you do for a living?”

  Chay looked at Keaton, then Howard, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m a vet, sir.”

  “What branch? Army, navy…?”

  Keaton chuckled. “No, Dad, he’s a doctor. An animal doctor.”

  “Oh.” Joanna practically cooed. “Wow, a doctor. That’s wonderful. Now, if you were only a woman you’d be perfect.” She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth. “My word. I’m sorry, it slipped out.”

  Keaton frowned at her.

  Joe, Remi, Jake and Chay chuckled.

  “Don’t mind her, Chay. We are pleased to meet you. We would have rather you been a woman, but…you’re Keaton’s mate… Actually to be honest, I’m rather glad to see that you are a man. It makes more sense to me now. I was rather shocked when Keaton told us he was gay.”

  Keaton rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to let his dad have a piece of his mind when Chay squeezed his hand, giving him a warning look. He snapped his mouth closed.

  Joanna clapped her hands. “I do like you, Chay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone be able to hush him up once he gets a bee in his bonnet.”

  Keaton glared at her too.

  Chay squeezed his hand again. Damn it. Now, they were all gonna think he was domesticated or something.

  Chay grinned. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, since we are being open and honest, I was pretty surprised to find out my mate was a man too. But I love your son and I’m not going anywhere, so I suppose we will all have to get used to the idea.”

  Howard smiled and leaned forward, slapping Chay on the arm. “Welcome to our family, Chay.”

  “Thank you, sir. And in case it crossed your mind…I refuse to have a sex change.”

  The entire car erupted in laughter.

  “Would you cut it out?” Chay grabbed Bit’s hand and removed it from his cock for the third time in the last two minutes. There was no way he was having sex in Keaton’s parent’s home. It was bad enough they lived in a huge fucking colonial mansion with an oak-lined drive, big white marble columns and a name—the fucking house had a name, for crying out loud—but Bit’s parents were just down the hall. Heck, for that matter, his own parent was in the bedroom right next door. Geez, he felt way out of his element.

  Bit groaned and crawled onto him, straddling his hips. “You are the one who insisted on bringing all that lube.” He frowned, but his eyes twinkled with mirth.

  “Shh… That was when I thought we’d be staying in a hotel.”

  Bit grabbed his prick again.

  Chay batted his hand away. “You could have told me you were heir to a goddamned fortune and from one of the oldest moneyed families in all of freaking Georgia.”

  Bit leaned down, kissing Chay’s chin. “Technically, I’m the spare and Aubrey is the heir. And anyway, I was disowned.”

  “No you weren’t. You let that king-sized temper of yours take over and you ran away. You and your ego, I swear to God… And besides that, Aubrey is a psychopath who is trying to kill you, I somehow doubt your parents are going to leave him everything.”

  Bit nipped his chin. “Your ego is every bit as big as mine. And I didn’t exactly run away. It was as much their fault as it was mine. It was a misunderstanding. Do we have to talk about this? I’m really tired of talking about this.” He reached between them, grabbing Chay again.

  Chay sighed. His stupid cock didn’t seem to care that they were in the house with other werewolves who could hear them having sex, it was hard. In fact, the stupid thing got harder every time Bit touched it. “Bit, what if someone hears?”

  “They will be good little werewolves and pretend they didn’t.”

  “That isn’t reassuring.” Chay bucked up into Bit’s hand, hissing when it slid down his shaft.

  Bit licked across Chay’s lips. “We’ll be quiet.”

  “You, be quiet?”

  Bit pulled back, frowning. “I’m always quiet.”

  Chay hugged him, nuzzling his face next to Bit’s. “You are never quiet.” Chay slid one hand to that luscious ass and the other down to the thick cock pressed against his belly.

  Keaton surged into his hand, letting out a little whimper.

  The bed squeaked.

  Chay froze.

  “Unh.” Keaton bucked again and pulled on Chay’s cock. Again making the bed squeak.

  “Shh…”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  Chay moved experimentally, making the bed screech. Nope that wasn’t going to work. Heck, the headboard would probably start banging against the wall by the time they got into it. He threw the covers off and patted Bit’s butt. “Come on.”

  Keaton sat up, head cocked. “Where are we going?”

  “Chair. Go get the bag with the lube and meet me over there. And keep your voice down.”

  Bit let out a long-suffering sigh, but did as instructed. He came back, setting the bag at Chay’s feet.

  Chay motioned toward the chair. It was big and sturdy. Dark wood with a wide cloth upholstered seat and back.

  Keaton raised a brow, but sat down, sprawled actually. Everything was at the end of the seat, easily accessible. And boy, that thick prick was still hard.

  Chay sat on his heels between Keaton’s splayed legs as he reached for the bag. His mouth closed over Bit’s balls as his fingers found the bottle of lube.

  “God yes.” Bit grabbed Chay’s face in both hands.

  Jesus, he was loud. Chay pulled back. “Shh…”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Bit dismissed the protest and pulled him forward again, practically mashing his face in Keaton’s testicles.

  Chay licked a line down his balls to the area behind. God he loved how Bit smelled, all nice and musky and manly. He circled Bit’s hole with his tongue.

  “Oh!”

  “Shh…”

  He batted the hands away from his face and pushed Keaton’s legs further apart. He inhaled deeply then sat back. Ummm… Who would have ever thought that would be an arousing smell?

  He got the bottle of lube open and squirted some on his fingers.

  Bit was all spread out for him, balls drawn taut, pink hole beckoning. Chay pressed two slick fingers into Bit’s ass.

  Bit gasped and squirmed, his prick swaying back and forth. He closed his eyes and relaxed back with a sigh.

  Chay came up on his knees, grabbing that pretty cock with his free hand and holding it for his mouth. When he took the tip in, Bit bucked, moaning loud.

  “Shh…” Chay pushed his fingers deep into Bit’s body, searching for that sweet spot. He used his other hand to hold and squeeze Bit’s dick while he sucked and licked.

  Bit went nuts. Those soft vocal little noises accompanied the trembling in Keaton’s thighs. His eyes flew open, locking with Chay’s.

  Chay steadily fucked Keaton with his fingers, hitting Bit’s gland every time he pushed in. It wasn’t long before Keaton wiggled around, trying to push Chay’s fingers deeper and trying to push his cock further into Chay’s mouth. He worked Keaton harder, taking his prick deeper. He couldn’t deep throat like Bit could, but he made up for it with his hand, pumping hard, using the saliva to his advantage. He ran his fingers over Bit’s balls on every downstroke.

  Keaton tensed, his hole squeezing Chay’s finger, his cock jerking in Chay’s mouth.

  Chay moved quick, wanting to be inside his mate when he came. He dropped Bit’s prick, removed his fingers and picked Keaton up all in one smooth motion. He sat in the chair and had Keaton straddling him and his cock pressing into Bit�
�s hot, sweet hole before Keaton could even form a protest.

  Bit sank down on Chay’s cock and let out a moan. His back arched, his muscles contracted around Chay. His eyes snapped to Chay’s and he came, hard. Spunk shot everywhere, all over Chay’s belly and chest, even on his chin.

  The sight of that thick throbbing cock spewing for him almost had Chay coming too. Fuck. He hadn’t even had to touch Bit’s dick. He gave his mate a few minutes for the aftershocks to wear off and tugged on Keaton’s hips. “Ride me,” he whispered.

  Keaton’s eyes glazed over. He started moving, raising himself up and down on Chay. His prick never even softened. He dragged his fingers through the semen on Chay’s belly and brought them to Chay’s lips.

  He opened his mouth and sucked those digits in, tasting salty cum.

  Bit gathered more of the milky essence on his fingers and stuck them in his own mouth.

  “Fuck you’re hot. Love you, Bit.”

  Keaton smiled at him, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and squeezed his muscles.

  Chay felt it all the way to his toes. He gasped, his legs tensing. The familiar tingling raced up his spine.

  Grabbing his own dick, Bit stroked it as his muscles contracted and released around Chay’s dick.

  Chay’s whole body spasmed. He came, shooting into his mate’s ass, staring into those pale sky blue eyes. He clamped a hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out.

  Keaton was only seconds behind him, climaxing again, spilling himself on Chay’s stomach. He dropped forward, nuzzling Chay’s neck, and whispered, “Love you, too.”

  After a few minutes, Bit got up, letting Chay’s dick slip from him. Chay was almost asleep but the action still managed to make him shiver.

  The next thing he knew, Bit was wiping him down with a warm, wet rag. Then he crawled back onto Chay’s lap, snuggling in close.

  When Chay woke a few minutes later to Bit snoring in his ear, he had a crick in his neck. He jostled Keaton. “Bit, wake up. We’re still in the chair, let’s go to bed.”

  Keaton’s only response was a grunt.

  Chay picked him up and started walking across the room. He kicked the toiletry case Bit left on the floor and tripped. “Umph.” Fortunately, he was close enough to the bed that he tossed Bit onto it in order to keep them both from getting hurt.

  The floor came up fast. Chay caught himself on his hands and knees with a big thud. It smarted a little, but other than that no real damage.

  A loud thump sounded on the other side of the bed followed by a barrage of muffled giggles.

  Chay dipped his head to peer under the bed.

  Keaton lay on the other side, on his back, hands over his face, laughing like a fiend.

  “What are you doing on the floor?”

  Bit turned his head, looking at Chay. “I hit the bed and just kept rolling. I couldn’t stop.” He was so cute, his face all red from laughter.

  Chay grinned. “Are you okay?”

  Bit nodded, still giggling. “Are you?”

  “Ye—”

  There was a knock on the wall, followed by Joe’s amused voice. “Would you boys go to sleep, for crying out loud.”

  Oh God. Heat suffused Chay’s face. He’d never be able to face his father again.

  Bit, the jerk, started laughing so hard he started wheezing.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Grrr…Bit.” Chay threw his hands in the air, letting the bow tie drop to his shoulders, and turned away from the mirror. He put his hands on his hips and glared at Keaton. Even irritated, he made quite a fetching picture in a tux. “I can’t believe we have to wear tuxes to draw your brother out.”

  Keaton wiped the last of the shaving cream off his face and walked over to his mate. He reached up and grabbed Chay’s tie. “We are wearing tuxes for the party, not for Aubrey’s benefit. And you agreed that a party to celebrate our mating would be a good idea.” He tied the tie, kissed Chay’s chin and went to find his cuff links.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t think it was going to be this huge shindig.”

  “This isn’t huge, trust me. You haven’t seen huge. This is tiny, miniscule, itty-bitty for my mother. That woman was born to throw dinner parties and this one is, in her words, ‘cramping her style’. It was all my dad could do to keep her to a guest list of thirty. It’s basically only pack and friends of the pack.”

  “But tuxes? Was it necessary to wear tuxedos?”

  Keaton chuckled, digging through another drawer. Where had he put the studs to his tuxedo shirt? “You don’t know my mother. Party and formal wear are synonyms.”

  “I can’t believe you made me buy this tux and you wouldn’t even let me get a clip-on bow tie,” Chay grumbled as he flopped down on the bed.

  “Sit up. You’ll get wrinkled and my mother will have a fit.”

  Chay heaved a sigh and sat up, smoothing out his pants.

  Keaton threaded a stud through a buttonhole. “We bought the tux, because with me getting along with my parents again, you’ll likely need it and you are not wearing a clip-on tie. Trust me when I tell you, my mother will check for a clip-on and she’ll stroke out if you wear one.” Keaton finished buttoning up his shirt and tucked it in.

  “Okay, okay. God, your family is weird.”

  Keaton arched a brow and grinned as he fastened his cummerbund. “You’re just figuring this out?”

  “Nah, it was readily apparent when we stepped off the plane.”

  He chuckled. “It should have been obvious when my brother attacked your friend.”

  “Well, yeah, that too. Tell me this plan again. Maybe it will make more sense to me this time around.”

  Keaton grabbed his jacket off the hanger and put it on. “We are supposed to leave the party and go make out in the gazebo in the formal garden. Jake, your dad, my dad and my dad’s Betas are going to follow us, hide and wait.”

  “It’s still a stupid plan. Your brother isn’t going to attack you with a house party going on.”

  Keaton tied his own bow tie and crossed to the bed, positioning himself between Chay’s legs. He pulled his mate to his feet. “My brother isn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. Think about it, he attacked Remi on our property. He had to have known that we’d figure out who did it. He hasn’t exactly been sneaky.” He rose up on his toes, kissing Chay on the lips.

  “Mmm. You look good, Bit.” Chay nipped Keaton’s bottom lip. “My pretty baby.”

  Keaton wrapped his arms around Chay, tilting his face up for better access.

  Chay kissed him, really kissed him. His tongue slid across the seam of Keaton’s lips.

  He sighed and opened up, his eyes closing automatically. His tongue met Chay’s, rubbing together lazily.

  “Hey, guys…” The door opened and shut, Remi cleared his throat.

  They ignored him for a few more seconds. Finally, Chay nipped his bottom lip again and pulled back without letting Keaton go.

  Keaton snuggled in, laying his head against his mate’s chest, and turned his head to face their intruder.

  Remi looked nice in his tuxedo. Keaton gave him a good once over and noticed his eyes were lupine. Remi’s face was pale like he was fighting it. Or maybe that was just his discomfort at finding Keaton and Chay kissing. Keaton wasn’t certain which. He and Chay hadn’t made any effort to hide their affection in front of Remi, but Remi seemed fairly accepting of Keaton and Chay’s relationship since the night he was attacked.

  Chay rubbed Keaton’s back absently. “You all right?”

  Remi shook his head. “No, I’m not all right.” He pointed at his own face. “Look at my eyes.”

  “Are you doing what I told you to do?” Keaton asked.

  “Yes. Deep, cleansing breaths, focus on seeing color. It isn’t helping.” Remi threw his hands up and let them drop.

  “What were you doing when they changed?” Chay let go of Keaton and sat on the edge of the bed, facing his friend.

  “Jake and I were exploring the grounds, looking for
the best places to hide and stay out of sight of the gazebo.”

  Chay looked at Keaton.

  Keaton closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. He and Chay were thinking the same thing…Jake. Jake’s proximity made it harder for Remi to learn control. How in the hell were they supposed to tell the homophobic Remi that Jake was his mate? Keaton opened his eyes. “Remi, come sit down and do as I told you. Deep breath, focus on color. Concentrate. I want you to tell me what color the bedspread is.”

  Remi crossed the room and sat next to Chay. “I’m trying to make my eyes shift back, but—”

  Keaton shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to focus on trying to control shifting. Narrow it down, make it simple. Concentrate on color. Your eyes don’t see color in wolf form, by concentrating on color you are forcing them to shift back. It’s too complicated to think of it as changing back and forth.”

  Remi took a deep breath and turned his head to look down at the comforter on the bed. “It’s blue.” He turned back and his eyes were their normal human green. “What I don’t understand is what is making them change in the first place. I wasn’t mad, or scared. You said that is what triggers them to change.”

  “Or arousal,” Chay mumbled.

  Keaton glared at him.

  Remi snapped his head around to Chay. “How did you kn—”

  There was a knock at the door, then Joe popped his head in. “Hey.”

  Keaton chuckled. Saved by the bell, or rather by the knock. “Hey.”

  Joe came in, closing the door behind him. The man was very handsome. It was easy to see where Chay got his good looks. Joe smiled. “You three look nice.”

  “So do you,” Keaton said.

  Joe smiled even brighter. “Listen, I came to tell you guys that there’s no sign of Aubrey yet, but Joanna wants you downstairs, guests are beginning to arrive.”

  Bit licked a long line up Chay’s throat, making him shiver.

  “Bit, you are getting way too into this. You are supposed to be paying attention to our surroundings,” Chay whispered against Bit’s ear.

  “I am. No reason I can’t enjoy myself at the same time.” He nibbled on Chay’s earlobe.

  “Try to remember we have an audience.”