by Fel Fern
Raul raised one eyebrow. However, Logan had a feeling Raul liked teasing him. “What brought about this sudden change of heart?”
“The reminder that life is short and those we care about don’t want us to live the rest of our lives in misery,” Logan answered honestly, bearing his soul to Raul. Always, he placed an armor around his heart, terrified that someday, someone would take advantage of his vulnerabilities and use his weakness against him. As a weak Omega mated to his Alpha, it was the only way to be strong for his pack. Today though, he wouldn’t hide anything from Raul.
Raul’s face softened. Logan had a feeling Raul seldom showed this side of him because he’d seen the enforcer cocky and angry, but never like this. Raul thumbed the side of his neck, lingering longest on Ray’s fading mate marks on the side of Logan’s neck. Any day now and those marks would turn invisible, as if there was nothing there. Raul planted his hand over his cheek, forcing Logan to look at him.
“Are you sure, Logan? Once we head down this path, there’s no turning back. I don’t want you to regret choosing me.”
Logan closed his fingers over Raul’s large hand. His lips curved into a smile. “Trust me, Raul. This is one decision I’ll never regret. If this is bad or wrong, why does it feel so right?”
Chapter Eleven
Just hearing those words made Raul grab the back of Logan’s neck and pull him once more for an earth-shattering kiss. He still couldn’t get enough of the way Logan yielded to him, his mouth eager, hungry for more. Raul had his share of lovers over the years, but none submitted so fully the way Logan did. Logan clutched at his shoulders, sinking nails into his bare skin, making him snarl.
Raul’s cock twitched under his sweats. How glorious it would be to sink his prick right into Logan’s sweet, tight ass. Their mouths parted. Logan looked to him, waiting where Raul would take him next. Knowing Dino and Michella left the apartment to them and wouldn’t come back until much later, Raul decided to take his time with his Omega.
His Omega. Raul could say those words with confidence now because he spied no regret in Logan’s eyes. His hands moved to the hem of Logan’s shirt. With Logan’s nod, Raul pulled the shirt over Logan’s head to expose the slender and firm lines of Logan’s body. Raul licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to explore and lick every inch of Logan. Logan’s bottoms came next. Once bared for his gaze, Logan blushed a little.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, pet. You’re fucking perfect,” Raul said.
Logan froze. “No one ever said I was perfect.”
Raul held his tongue back from asking if Ray ever said those words because a ghost had no place in what was about to happen in the present. Logan stepped forward, placing a tentative hand on his chest, fingers curiously tracing the shape of his left pectoral, his ribs and abs, as if committing them to memory. The Omega didn’t miss out on touching his ink or scars either.
Gripping Logan’s fingers before the Omega reached the waistband of his sweats, Raul grinned when Logan drew a shaky breath.
“I want you to do something for me first, pup.”
Raul’s hand moved to Logan’s prick. It hung between Logan’s legs, half-erect and long. He swiped away the pre-cum on Logan’s tip with his thumb, fingering the tiny slit. Logan moaned, but Raul wasn’t done. He wanted to hear Logan splinter apart, to come on his command. He dragged one fingernail down Logan’s length, from head to base, savoring every cry and reaction.
“I…” Logan began, faltering as if he didn’t know what to say next.
“What do you want, pet?” Raul asked, curling his fingers around his shaft. He began working Logan’s prick, sliding his hand around Logan’s thickening member up and down, alternating between fast and slow.
“God,” Logan whispered. “Raul, the things you make me feel.”
Logan couldn’t have given a better compliment. Raul kicked up the speed a notch, until Logan groaned under his hand movements.
“Go ahead, pet. Shoot for me. Do it now,” Raul commanded.
Letting out a shuddering cry, Logan came undone, spilling strings of his cum all over Raul’s fingers and some on his torso. Raul held out his dripping fingers to Logan’s face. Knowing what to do, the Omega leaned forward, pink tongue darting out to catch his seed.
The sight of Logan licking his own seed off Raul’s fingers was nothing but erotic. Raul’s own dick hardened, his hard-on poking through the fabric of his sweats. Wanting a taste of his pup, Raul licked the rest of his fingers dry. Logan’s eyes bulged in his sockets at the sight.
“The taste of you and me combined is amazing, pet,” Raul remarked. Color rushed to Logan’s cheeks and neck.
“Do you always say dirty things like that when you’re about to fuck someone?” Logan demanded.
“Dirty? Pet, you’re turned on. Admit it.” For good measure, Raul gave his softening prick a squeeze. He knew it wouldn’t stay limp for long though.
“Only because you can pull it off,” Logan grumbled. There was a mischievous glint in Logan’s eyes now, something Raul had never seen before, and he decided he liked it. Logan gave his member a squeeze, and Raul’s prick felt the heat of his hand despite the fabric.
“Oh, want my dick, pet? You can’t imagine how many times I wondered what it would be like, to slide my cock between those tempting lips of yours.”
Logan bit back a curse and, to Raul’s pleasure, knelt in front of him. Determination burned in Logan’s gaze. The Omega fisted the fabric of his sweats. “May I?”
Raul liked that Logan asked for his permission. “Go ahead.”
Logan tugged his bottoms down, and Raul helped him along, kicking the fabric aside. He wore nothing underneath. Logan stared at his thick, curving cock, and Raul knew he wasn’t exactly small.
“Scared you already, pup?” Raul couldn’t help but tease.
“No way in hell,” Logan mumbled.
Raul wrapped his fingers through Logan’s hair and tugged him close. He slapped his fat cock on Logan’s cheeks, leaving a trail of pre-cum on Logan’s skin, teasing the Omega before finally pressing his prick between Logan’s lips. Logan’s tongue lashed out, wiping away the pre-cum on his prick. Raul groaned when the Omega swirled his tongue around his head, tonguing his slit, playing with the ridge.
Logan sucked and nipped every inch of him, tightening things inside his body. Raul tightened his grip on Logan’s hair, growling under his breath.
“Fuck, pup. If I knew you were this good with your mouth, I would have taken you sooner.”
Logan paused to flash him a wicked smile before continuing his work. Not neglecting Raul’s balls, he sucked on each one while his fingers worked Raul’s prick. Raul could have exploded right there and then, but he refused to act like some horny, newly changed werewolf during his first mating season.
He possessed better control than this, if Logan’s presence didn’t defy logic anyway. Raul’s wolf never reacted this strongly to anyone else either, which bolstered his confidence that Logan was the mate he’d been waiting for all his life.
“Enough teasing, pet,” Raul chided.
Logan opened his mouth wider, so Raul could push his needy member down his throat. Applying careful suction, Logan gagged at the size of him at first before proceeding. He bobbed his head up and down relentlessly, the feel of his mouth amazing. Raul groaned, giving Logan’s hair a gentle pull.
“I won’t last,” he told Logan. “Mouth or face.”
Logan continued sucking, and Raul had his answer.
“Stay still, pet,” Raul said.
Logan obeyed, keeping his mouth open as Raul thrust in and out of his heated mouth. If Logan’s lips already felt amazing on his dick, he could imagine sinking his prick into Logan’s other hole would feel like heaven. With a growl, the pressure building inside Raul broke. The room fell away until he was only aware of his member inside Logan’s mouth. Seeing stars, he shot his load inside Logan’s mouth, warmed at the sight of Logan taking every drop, sucking until his dick softene
d, and cleaned him up.
“Good work,” Raul told him after recovering from the aftershock of his orgasm.
He held a hand to Logan and helped him. Pulling Logan close once more, Raul breathed in his scent and planted a kiss on the side of his neck. He gripped Logan’s ass cheeks apart, one finger sliding between Logan’s crack to reach Logan’s hole. Raul stroked and teased the puckered flesh but did not penetrate.
Logan shivered, desire written in his gaze. Raul didn’t need to ask. Logan simply said, “Yes, please. I want you inside me, Raul. Badly.”
“Good answer, pup.”
“How do you want me?” Logan asked.
Raul glanced at the couch. He doubted they could make it to the bedroom. “Lie on your stomach on the arm of the couch, ass in the air.”
After helping get Logan into position, Raul took his time, admiring the curve of Logan’s ass. He ran a hand down Logan’s spine, thumbing the protruding bone. Logan parted his legs for him as he rubbed Logan’s greedy little hole.
“Wait for me here. I’m getting some lube.” Raul headed back to his bedroom, plucked the tube inside his drawer and returned to find Logan hadn’t moved an inch.
“You took long,” Logan mumbled.
“By my count, barely a minute had passed,” Raul said. “Look at you, pet. So sexy.”
Placing a pillow under Logan’s chest to ease his discomfort, Raul positioned himself behind Logan, nudging the Omega’s legs apart with his foot. He could smell Logan’s arousal, could see Logan’s dick growing hard again from all the teasing and waiting. Chuckling, Raul uncapped the lube, rubbing some on his fingers and working a generous amount inside Logan’s ass. Logan moaned, shifting, but Raul gave him a playful swat on the ass.
“Stay still, pet.”
“You’re having a ball tormenting me, aren’t you?” Logan quipped.
“Is it still called torture if you love it?” Raul retorted. He pushed a finger into Logan’s opening and a second, curling, finding Logan’s gland. A whimper tore out of Logan as Raul reached for it again.
“Raul.” Logan gasped, balling his hands into fists. “God, that feels so good. Please do that again.”
Raul did, and Logan let out another purr of contentment, sounding more like a feline shifter than a wolf. The thought made Raul smile.
“Be patient while I prep you, pet. I’m not exactly small.”
“Don’t remind me. Raul, can you really fit that large cock into my tiny hole?” Logan asked.
Raul slapped his ass cheeks again, making Logan jump. “I can and will, pet. Don’t worry. Once I’m deep in you, it will only hurt once, but I’ll make you fly after.”
“Okay. I can’t wait.”
Raul pushed a third finger in and began finger fucking his Omega, stretching Logan for his access. By the time he was done, Logan was pleading for him to stick his prick in. What a one-of-a-kind Omega. Raul gripped his hips and parted Logan’s legs wider. Pressing his cockhead into Logan’s hole, Raul pushed in slowly. Hurting Logan wasn’t an option, so he was going to make sure Logan would get used to the size of him.
“So big,” Logan murmured, but he didn’t sound panicked.
“Relax, pet. Breathe for me.”
Logan obeyed because his inner muscles began to relax until Raul was balls-deep in him. The heat of Logan’s ass enveloped his cock. Damn, that felt good and right. Logan groaned, clutching at the fabric of the couch.
“Ready, pup?” Raul asked.
“Ride me hard, Raul,” Logan pleaded.
Raul couldn’t say no to that. He began to piston in and out of Logan, thrusts slow and sure, before settling on a rhythm.
“That feels amazing. Fuck me faster, please,” Logan uttered.
Holding the flesh of his hips, Raul hammered in and out of Logan, picking up speed. He went deeper with each thrust, penetrating Logan’s most intimate places, secure in the knowledge that, after this, no other man would be inside Logan’s body but him. That’s right. Raul wanted it all. To be inside Logan’s body before falling asleep and waking up with his cock still in Logan’s ass. He was acting territorial, but he didn’t care.
They didn’t know each other well, but Raul wanted to know more about his Omega. Like his favorite music, movies, and books, and right down to his hangover drink.
“Raul, I don’t think I’ll last,” Logan confessed.
Raul doubted he would either. Shifting his hips, he pushed into Logan, and judging by Logan’s cry, he hit Logan’s sweet spot.
“Holy hell,” Logan cursed under his breath.
Raul rammed into that spot repeatedly. His balls drew in tight against his body. Reaching below, his hand curled around Logan’s dick and began to stroke, timing each one with his thrusts.
“Now, pup. Come together,” Raul commanded.
The sound of his voice must have been enough to push Logan over the edge because the Omega screamed out his name and emptied his balls. Not long after, Raul pushed into Logan one more time before his mind splintered with pleasure and he filled Logan’s ass with his cum.
Chapter Twelve
They ended up on the couch, with Logan sitting on Raul’s lap. The enforcer didn’t seem to mind Logan wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his head against his chest. Raul started stroking the length of his spine, the gesture calming. Logan sighed like a kitten in heat. All the worry both of them harbored before seemed silly, irrelevant when both their wolves felt completely sated.
Here, in Raul’s arms, no one would judge Logan for his actions.
“We got to get up soon, pup. Get some breakfast,” Raul whispered against his ear.
Logan whined. “Can’t we stay like this a little longer?”
“It’s tempting,” Raul mused.
Logan groaned when Raul pressed his thick prick resting against Logan’s belly. He felt sore, worn out, but liked the thought of Raul marking his territory. So possessive. Logan always loved that about being werewolves.
They fought hard, loved even harder. No pretension existed between shifters, although the thought of his pack mates finding out what he’d done made his stomach coil. No, that wasn’t right either. What Raul and he had was something good, not a sin they had to hide. Davis, Martin and the others wouldn’t be as forgiving.
Reaching out to smooth out his furrowed brows, Raul looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, Logan pressed a hand on Raul’s chest. Raul’s heartbeats were calm, patient, and certain, unlike his own.
“Tell me,” Raul said, his voice firm but not angry. Lifting Logan’s chin, Raul gazed into his eyes, trying to get a read on him.
“Thinking about my other pack members and how they’d react to me sleeping with you,” he mumbled.
“It’s none of their business who you sleep with, right?” Raul said with a smile.
“That’s true.” Raul wouldn’t understand. Every single one of those wolves worshipped Ray and the others, depended on them so long they didn’t think anyone else would help them initially until Logan gave the push in the right direction.
“Tell me about them,” Raul said, beginning to rub circles into his back again. “Your pack mates, even your former mate.”
Oh that felt good, almost better than sex. Well, Logan exaggerated. Sex with Raul was mind-blowing.
“Martin, he’s the one who’s gotten injured, my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Both of us were directionless kids lost in the foster system, and Ray…he changed my life, gave it meaning.”
Logan paused, looking at Raul, relieved to find no jealousy there, merely curiosity.
He continued, “Ray collected strays, weak shifters without a home. That’s what everyone said. Davis is another of my close friends. I survived high school thanks to him. The three of us have been together for as long as I remember. Nathan and Kian, they’re a little new to our pack, but they’re dependable and solid. Bran, well. He’s not bad as the others say, just frightened.”
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p; Relaxing, Logan began opening up, telling Raul more stories about his pack mates. Raul never interrupted him once, seemingly content to listen, occasionally smiling at the funny parts and looking sober when Logan got to Ray being captured and not being able to save Bran.
Logan didn’t know why, but he felt comfortable telling Raul his fears and doubts, things he’d kept to himself for fear of appearing weak to the others. Even with Ray, Logan had never been this open. Ray had too many responsibilities and worries to waste time on a whiny mate.
No, Logan didn’t hate Ray for that. He knew what he needed to do, to stand by his Alpha. There were good times and bad. Days where Logan didn’t know his position in the pack, but those days were gone now, and Ray and the rest were dead. Logan thought the grief would well up again and overwhelm him, but it didn’t, not with Raul’s comforting arms around him.
“Brave, Omega. You should be proud of coming this far. We’ll get him back, your Bran,” Raul said, and Logan realized he hadn’t spoken for a while.
Logan blinked. “Don’t say those words with such confidence.”
Raul frowned. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Logan.”
“But we don’t have a clue where he is, or if he’s still in the vicinity.”
“We’ll track him down, no matter where those human fuckers took him. Trust me. I’ve dealt with these mercenaries before. They won’t go far with their hostage. They’ll stay low until the guys at the labs collect their bounty.”
Raul’s words didn’t reassure him, yet there was some hope of retrieving Bran. “Why would you go so far to help me?” Logan finally asked.
“Because I promised Michella I’d bring your pack to safety, but we left behind one pup. That’s unacceptable.”
“That’s not true. You did more than anyone would expect,” Logan murmured.
It was true. No other pack, especially one as powerful as Darkfall Mountain, would do so much for a tiny and insignificant group like theirs. The strong ate the weak. That was how their world worked, yet Raul seemed intent on defying the rules.
