Rescue Inc Collection Vol 4

by Megs Pritchard

  Something so simple but something Dean needed.

  Wyatt stopped by Jeremy’s car, the keys moving constantly in his hands, a sign of how nervous he was. Dean couldn’t have that. His mate shouldn’t be nervous around him.

  Dean reached out and held Wyatt’s hands in his and he saw Wyatt swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He kept his head down, his eyes lowered, and Dean reached out, gently tipping his chin and lifting his head up.

  Wyatt’s eyes widened, and Dean watched the faint shimmer of red grow in them. Wyatt licked his lips and Dean was unable to stop himself from groaning. Wyatt gasped at the sound and Dean slowly leaned closer. When Wyatt didn’t pull away, he brushed his lips over Wyatt’s and pulled slightly back. He watched and waited.

  Wyatt licked his lips again and Dean groaned again, moving in to take another kiss. Softly, he rubbed his lips across Wyatt’s, waiting for his reaction. Wyatt grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, and Dean grunted in surprise.

  When he opened his mouth, Dean slipped his tongue in, and at the same time, let go off Wyatt’s hands so he could pull him in closer still.

  His hands slid around Wyatt’s back and their bodies made contact. Dean tilted his head, deepening the kiss and growling when Wyatt’s tongue touched his. He tangled his around Wyatt’s, moaning when Wyatt sucked more of his tongue into his mouth.

  Wyatt’s hands tightened on Dean’s hips and he thrust forward, bringing the dicks into contact. He gasped when he felt Wyatt’s. He could feel how hard he was, and he wanted to drop to his knees to lick and suck him and taste his mate on his tongue.

  Their tongues continued to move together, and Dean moaned again, rubbing his dick against Wyatt’s and letting his hands slide up and down Wyatt’s back. His body felt like it was spiraling out of control and all they were doing was kissing. When he felt one of Wyatt’s fangs nick his lip, they both moaned.

  Dean broke the kiss and stared down at Wyatt’s passion-flushed face. The lips swollen and wet, the hooded eyes.

  “You taste good,” Wyatt murmured, his tongue licking his lips.

  “Want another taste?” Dean asked, his voice husky with desire.

  Wyatt nodded and leaned in and Dean closed the gap. Wyatt dominated the kiss, sucking Dean’s lip into his mouth and catching it with a fang. Dean jerked slightly then moaned when Wyatt licked at his lip, taking the small amount of blood.

  Wyatt pulled back and Dean saw the smudge of his blood on his lip and leaned forward, licking it clean. Wyatt’s eyes grew wide before his lids lowered.

  “I want more,” he muttered.

  “Me too, but here isn’t the place.”

  “I’m not ready to mate.”

  Dean nodded. “I know. We don’t have to do that until you’re ready, but I want more too.”

  “I never thought...” Wyatt’s eyes dropped to the floor, and Dean touched his chin with his fingers.

  When Wyatt looked at him again, Dean said, “A lot had happened to you recently and finding your mate has added to it. I’m willing to wait, Wyatt, until you’re ready but I want...” Dean looked away. “I want you, however I can have you.” He looked back at Wyatt and gave him a small smile. “I don’t want to push but I need more, even if it’s just us spending more time together.”

  “And doing this.”

  “Yeah. I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”

  Wyatt nodded. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

  “I can’t tomorrow. We’re meeting to go over the plans.”

  “Shit, yeah, I forgot. I’ve been invited too but I don’t know.”

  “When you’re ready. No one’s forcing you to do anything you’re not ready to. If it finishes early enough. I can come over and see you, or if not, perhaps we can meet up the day after?”

  Wyatt nodded. “Can you text me when it’s over?”

  “Course I can.” Dean looked at Wyatt, seeing the tiredness on his face. “Go home and get some sleep.”

  Wyatt smiled and opened the car door, but before getting in, leaned over and kissed Dean. Dean stepped back when Wyatt started the engine and waved as he drove away.

  When he was out of sight, Dean rushed to his car and made the journey home in about five minutes. As soon as he stepped in his house, he rushed upstairs and stripped off. Grabbing his dick, he bit his lip and jacked off. He needed to come, and he wanted to do it with Wyatt’s taste still on his tongue.

  As his balls pulled up, he whispered, “Wyatt,” and grunted when ropes of come erupted. He jerked with each pulse of his body, his eyes squeezed shut, and when he finished, he staggered over to his bed and lay on his back, panting.

  “Shit.”

  He chuckled. If he came that much from kissing Wyatt, what the hell would he be like when they finally fucked?

  Chapter Nine

  It was two in the morning when the persistent knocking on his door finally woke him. Grunting, Dean threw back the covers and grabbed a pair of joggers. Staggering down the stairs, he put them on and he shouted, “I’m coming, and you’d better have a fucking good reason for waking me up!”

  He stumbled into the door as he got tangled up in his joggers and hissed as he stubbed his toe. “Fuck.”

  Growling, he swung the door open, about to rip the person apart, when the words died on his lips. He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes must be screwing with him. “Wyatt?”

  “I hope this is good enough.”

  Dean frowned. “What-”

  Dean never finished what he was going to say. The words were silenced by Wyatt’s lips. He stood still not responding for a few seconds as his brain caught up with what was happening, then he growled, pulling Wyatt into the house, slamming the front door shut behind him. He spun Wyatt around, pushed him up against the wall and kissed him, letting all his hunger take over, putting his wants and needs into the kiss.

  His tongue licked the seam of Wyatt’s lips and on a moan, Wyatt opened them, letting Dean’s tongue slip in. They both moaned when their tongues touched, sliding past each other. Dean’s tongue touched everywhere in Wyatt’s mouth, stamping his ownership. He couldn’t get enough of Wyatt’s taste, a taste he’d been aching to experience for days.

  Wyatt was doing the same to him, his fingers digging into Dean’s back as his tongue demanded ownership of Dean’s mouth. Dean grunted again when Wyatt spun them around and slammed his back against the wall.

  Dean tore his mouth away, gasping in shock and arousal. “Fuck, Wyatt.”

  “We will,” Wyatt muttered harshly, his eyes blazing red.

  Dean stared into those red eyes and inhaled sharply. He knew what Wyatt wanted, and he wanted the same thing. “Fuck me.”

  “I’m gonna.”

  Dean barely blinked before they were moving; Wyatt had picked him up. The walls sped past him as Wyatt rushed up the stairs. They were in his bedroom seconds later and he was on his back on his bed with Wyatt on top of him.

  “Shit,” he gasped out.

  Wyatt leaned back and pulled his shirt off then dropped back down over him. “I want to fuck you, not mate you. You good with that?”

  Dean nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Do what you want.”

  He threw his arms wide, giving up complete control, and stared in fascination at the speed Wyatt stripped them both. When they were both naked, Wyatt was back on top, rubbing his body all over Dean’s, his touch almost frantic.

  He grabbed Dean’s hair, pulling his head to one side and bit him, his fangs sinking deep. Dean jerked and cried out when he felt Wyatt drink his blood, and his balls suddenly unloaded. He came hard and fast between them, the speed and intensity of his orgasm shocking him. His body jerked, and it seemed that every shot of come from his dick matched every pull of blood from his neck.

  Wyatt continued sucking, then licked the wound closed and Dean lay there gasping, his heart racing and sweat cooling on his skin, but Wyatt wasn’t finished with him yet. He moved down Dean’s body, his fingers trailing over Dean’s scar and Dean panted harshl
y, his chest moving quickly. He barely had time to recover before Wyatt sucked his dick into his mouth and he hissed. He was so sensitive after just coming, but Wyatt didn’t stop there.

  He licked up and down his shaft, then took one of Dean’s balls in his mouth, moaning around it.

  “I love having them played with,” Dean gasped out, arching up. He felt Wyatt hum around the one in his mouth and then he arched up again as Wyatt tugged on the other one. “Ah, fuck.”

  Wyatt played with them, swapping between them, licking and sucking and tugging on the flesh. He pushed Dean’s legs up and he grabbed them by his thighs, pulling them up and wide and giving Wyatt access to his ass.

  He shivered as Wyatt ran his thumb over his hole. He didn’t apply any pressure but ran his thumb over and over it again. Dean’s body froze waiting in anticipation for more. He wanted Wyatt inside him, to push his thumb in and fuck him with it.

  “Please,” he muttered. Wyatt’s thumb disappeared to be replaced by his tongue and Dean shouted out, “Fuck!”

  Wyatt moved away, saying, “Soon.”

  He moved up, licking along Dean’s shaft again. “Thirsty.” Dean screamed when Wyatt’s fangs pierced his dick and he orgasmed again. Wyatt drank down everything Dean gave then kissed the head. He moved back down between Dean’s legs and attacked his hole, his tongue stabbing in and out as he fucked him with it.

  Soon, a finger followed, and Dean shuddered. His body was being bombarded with intense pleasure and his dick was hardening again. Two orgasms already and he was ready to go again.

  “Lube,” Wyatt said, holding a hand out.

  It took Dean a few seconds to gather together his scattered brain, and he fumbled with the drawer until he finally managed to open it and grab the tube of lube. He passed it to Wyatt and when he felt the cold liquid drizzle on his ass, he shivered.

  Wyatt slid two fingers in and Dean hissed. It had been a long time since he’d bottomed. Wyatt crooked his fingers and Dean almost shot off the bed. Wyatt rubbed his hot spot mercilessly and Dean’s body went haywire.

  He was so blissed out he wasn’t aware Wyatt had moved until he felt the blunt head of his dick push against his hole. He pushed out and moaned harshly when the head popped past the muscle.

  “Don’t stop,” he cried out and Wyatt didn’t.

  When Wyatt was fully in, he lay on top of Dean and kissed him. Dean gripped Wyatt’s biceps, holding on tight.

  “Fuck me, Wyatt,” he gasped out when he broke from the kiss.

  Wyatt reared back and pierced Dean with his glowing red eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to.”

  He pulled out and slammed back in, feeling Dean clench his dick in a tight, vise-like grip. He moaned loudly and let his body take over.

  Hard, fast, and deep, Wyatt fucked Dean. He needed to mark his mate in some form. He needed to be able to smell his scent on Dean’s skin. Dean was his and even though he wasn’t ready to be mated to him, he wanted to claim every single part of him.

  Dean was crying out below him, his nails digging into his arms, and Wyatt welcomed the small bite of pain. The look of ecstasy on Dean’s face captured his gaze and Wyatt wanted to keep it there. The need to bite and mate him was overriding him, but somehow, Wyatt kept it back. He wasn’t ready, but he’d felt compelled to come here, the need to be with his mate too great.

  As soon as Dean had opened the door he knew he had to have him. It hadn’t been his intention when he first... no, it had. He had come back here because he’d wanted to feel Dean in his arms. He needed to take control and when Dean had let him, it had lit him up inside.

  He switched, but he needed to stake his claim on Dean. When he drove away, he’d kept glancing back at him and the entire journey home had felt wrong. He’d gone home but had been unable to sleep and had eventually given in the urge to come here.

  He licked and kissed Dean’s neck, sucking up a bruise and listening to the sounds Dean made. His hips swung freely, driving in and out of Dean’s ass, loving the tight heat surrounding his dick.

  It wouldn’t be long before he came, he could feel his balls tighten, and he wanted Dean to come first. He needed to feel Dean come around his dick.

  He pushed a hand between their sweat-covered bodies and gripped Dean’s dick. Pumping it in time with his strokes, he could feel Dean squeeze his dick and his dick swelled in his hand. He stroked it faster and then suddenly, Dean was coming, shooting warm, wet heat over his hand.

  The grip on his dick was almost too tight and Wyatt’s movements stuttered. Two more thrusts and he fell over the edge, his orgasm taking his breath away. He jerked with every pulse of come and dropped his head on Dean’s shoulder until his body felt too heavy to hold up and he slumped on Dean.

  Dean’s hands ran up and down his back and they both gasped as their bodies cooled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, waiting for his body to return to normal and for his heart to slow down.

  “Well,” Dean drawled. “You can come over anytime.”

  Wyatt barked out a laugh and lifted his head to stare down at Dean’s flushed one. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “I didn’t, you know… that it could be like that?”

  Dean shrugged. “It was what we both wanted, and I am here for you when you’re ready.”

  He dropped his head back down, enjoying the feeling of Dean’s hands on his skin, and closed his eyes.

  He must have been more tired than he thought because he was barely aware of Dean moving from under him and cleaning them both up. He tried to say ‘sorry,’ but Wyatt mumbled the word.

  When he woke up, the sun was shining outside, and he stretched, yawning loudly. When he heard Dean chuckle, he rolled his head over the pillow and stared at him. Dean only wore a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. He was leaning against the door frame and held two mugs in his hands.

  He pushed away from the door and walked over to the bed, putting both mugs on the side. Stripping quickly, and showing Wyatt the dates etched on his back, Dean slipped into bed next to Wyatt and kissed his forehead.

  “Hey, sleepyhead. Morning.”

  “Morning,” Wyatt croaked. “I fell asleep,” he added, a little embarrassed.

  “Yeah, you did, but it’s okay. You needed the sleep.”

  “I should have… er, yeah.”

  Dean chuckled again. “I’m just that good in bed.”

  Wyatt snorted. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

  Dean gasped. “You’re saying I’m not?”

  Wyatt grinned. “I never said anything like that at all.” They both looked at each other and laughed. “I am sorry I fell asleep.”

  “No, don’t be. You needed the rest, and I liked having you here with me.”

  Wyatt felt his face heat up and ducked his head, so Dean couldn’t see it, but he did. Dean stroked his fingers under Wyatt’s chin and gently lifted his head up. Wyatt saw the smile on his face and automatically responded. They might not be mated yet, but he could almost feel Dean’s happiness.

  “I’m really glad you came over.”

  “Me too,” he whispered. “I had to.”

  “I didn’t want you to go, but I knew you needed space.”

  “I did, and I didn’t. I got home last night and all I could think about was coming back to you. I sat watching Jer and D together and I knew I could have that with you.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “Just, when we had sex, I didn’t bite you-”

  Dean stopped him by placing his finger on his lips. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. All in good time. I’m happy with this, if you are.”

  “You really don’t mind?” Wyatt frowned at him. Dean didn’t mind they hadn’t mated? That seemed strange, but he was still only getting to know this man, this human who was his mate. It seemed he’d read Wyatt’s mind.

  “We need to get to know one another first. For all you know I could bite my toenails in bed.”

  “Eww. Do you?”

  “What! No, of course I
don’t. That’s just gross.” Dean grimaced. “I think you’ve put me off my breakfast.”

  “Me?” Wyatt’s eyes widened. “You started it.” Dean grinned, and Wyatt frowned at him. “Not funny.”

  “Come here,” Dean said, pulling Wyatt closer.

  “Not brushed my teeth.”

  “Go then. Bathroom’s just there and I’ve put a spare one out on the sink.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  Wyatt shot out of bed and into the bathroom, using the facilities then washing his hands. He brushed his teeth and was back in bed within two minutes. Dean laughed and wrapped his arms around him.

  “Don’t laugh,” Wyatt said before kissing him.

  Chapter Ten

  Running his hands down Wyatt’s chest, Dean threw his head back as Wyatt’s dick pegged his hot spot. He moaned again and leaned back against Wyatt’s legs and continued moving up and down on Wyatt’s dick.

  At this angle, every thrust Wyatt gave hit him just right. Dean’s dick was leaking, precome dribbling down the side and pooling on Wyatt’s abs, the head flushed a deep purple. Dean wanted to reach out and stroke it, but he wanted to fuck himself on Wyatt’s dick more.

  Wyatt sat up and Dean changed position so he could wrap his legs around Wyatt’s waist. Wyatt’s hand gripped him under his ass, and he moved Dean, thrusting up harder and deeper into Dean’s ass, causing Dean to cry out.

  “Fuck, yes. Just there!” Dean leaned forward and kissed Wyatt, all wet and messy.

  Wyatt groaned, and his grip tightened. “Dean,” he mumbled against his lips.

  Dean tightened his ass and Wyatt groaned harshly, a sound Dean swallowed as they continued kissing. His hands moved up Wyatt’s back and neck and slid into Wyatt’s damp, curly hair, gripping the strands. He tilted his head further and Dean moved down Wyatt’s jaw, kissing along it until he reached his ear. Once there, he licked around the edge and sucked the lobe into his mouth, gently biting it.